Chapter 1883

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The Seventh Sword

"This should be the place, right?"

The old man with disheveled hair took a step out of the outer space and arrived several billion kilometers away from the Heavenly Armor Star. At first glance, he saw Zhuo Wen cutting Yang Yi's head into two halves.

"Eh?

It's this little guy, right? And that's Sakyamuni's doppelganger. I sensed Sakyamuni's aura from that doppelganger. "

The old man muttered as he glanced at Zhuowen. His gaze suddenly fell on Yang Yi's head that had been cut into two and exploded.

"Oh no, this little guy actually destroyed Sakyamuni's doppelganger. This Sakyamuni is extremely cunning. He has many doppelgangers, and some of them are strong and some are weak. Moreover, his doppelgangers all have hidden trump cards."

"Once the doppelganger is destroyed, the hidden trump cards will be activated. They will basically tear the murderer of his doppelganger to shreds. This little guy is in danger."

The green-robed Taoist who was following behind the old man frowned the moment he saw Zhuowen completely destroy Yang Yi's head. He immediately rushed toward Zhuowen before the old man could.

"What?

Damn it. "

The old man's expression changed slightly. He took a step forward and was already several billion kilometers away. Unfortunately, although the two of them were fast, they were still too late.

Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the old man and the Daoist. He didn't recognize the old man with disheveled hair, but he wasn't unfamiliar with the Daoist behind the old man. Because this Daoist was the Daoist who rode a green ox that had appeared on the boulder when Zhuo Wen comprehended Dao Insight.

Especially when he saw the two of them speeding up, Zhuowen's eyes were filled with vigilance. Although he had already guessed the Taoist's identity, it did not mean that he could trust him unconditionally.

"Little guy, hurry up and leave. It's dangerous over there!"

In the starry sky hundreds of millions of kilometers away, before the Daoist approached Zhuo Wen, the booming sound had already been heard. It kept reverberating in the ears of Zhuo Wen, Luo Yanjing and all the others.

"Who are these two people?"

At this moment, Moyan Wushang and Shi Ji on the Luo Yanjing also noticed the old man and the Taoist. They were shocked by the Taoist's strength, but they were even more puzzled by what the Taoist said to Zhuowen.

Yang Yi was clearly killed by Zhuowen. How could Zhuowen still be in any danger?

Zhuo Wen was startled, but he quickly recovered from his shock. His entire body trembled, and the ominous feeling in his heart grew stronger.

Clang!

Zhuo Wen abruptly pulled out his iron sword and stomped with his right foot. His second level Dao Will spread out as he turned around and stomped with his right foot, causing his entire body to fly backward. His gaze landed behind him.

Yang Yang Yang Yang. Yang Yang Yang Yang. was Yang Yang Yang. Yang Yang Yang Yang. Yang Yang Yang Yang. Yang Yang Yang Yang Yang Yang was Yang Yang.

The figure's entire body was illusory, but the aura on his body was extremely terrifying, far surpassing Yang Yi's aura.

When the illusory figure appeared, Zhuowen's heart thumped wildly. Then, his whole body stiffened as if he was frozen. He could not move at all.

The man was middle-aged. His hair was tied up in a high bun. There was a red vertical mark between his eyebrows. His body exuded an indescribable sense of pressure.

"Not bad. A mere ant killed my doppelganger. It's commendable. But killing my doppelganger is not without a price."

The man's voice was slightly hoarse. His voice seemed to echo in Zhuowen's ears. It even affected his newly formed Divine Soul.

As soon as the man finished speaking, Zhuowen's body involuntarily burst into clouds of blood mist. He wanted to resist, but he was bound by an invisible force. He could not move at all.

"Sakyamuni, you lost the bet. What do you mean by this?

Stop it now! "

The old man and the Daoist priest were still hundreds of millions of kilometers away in the starry sky. They watched as Zhuowen burst into clouds of blood mist under Sakyamuni's attack. Their faces were extremely gloomy.

"I did lose, but this is just an ant. I killed him. Do you have any objections?"

The man's gaze was indifferent. He did not pay any attention to the old man and the Daoist priest. Instead, he gently flicked his right finger. An invisible finger intent shot out and pointed directly at the space between Zhuowen's eyebrows.

This finger intent was too terrifying. Zhuowen watched it sweep over, but he could do nothing. He knew very well that if he was hit by this finger intent, he would definitely die.

"Move …"

Under this life and death crisis, Zhuo Wen roared out in a low voice. Suddenly, 7nd level Dao Insight gushed out from within his body, and strong and shapeless ripples stretched out with the intention of resisting the strong squeezing force that gushed out from Sakra's image.

However, the second level Dao Intent was too difficult to resist. Zhuowen did not even have the strength to draw his sword.

"Move …"

Zhuowen's right hand gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. His veins bulged as he stared at the giant shadow in the sky looking down at him.

He completely understood that Yang Yi was just a small clone of this shadow. The real Yang Yi was this guy called Sakyamuni in front of him.

"Just for a so-called bet, you toyed with the countless lives of the Heavenly Armor Planet and the Heavenly Armor Continent in the palms of your hands. You treated countless lives like grass. No matter who you are, if you want to kill me, Zhuowen, you will have to pay the price."

Zhuowen's eyes were red. He stared coldly at Sakyamuni, as well as the old man and the Daoist priest who were rushing over from the starry sky.

From the words of the Daoist priest and Sakyamuni, he could almost guess the whole story.

Yang Yi had said before that everything was just a bet, and the countless lives of the Heavenly Armor Planet were just sacrificial lambs. He finally knew that the two people involved in the bet were Sakyamuni and the Daoist priest.

He recalled his encounter with Yang Yi and the Daoist priest when he was comprehending Dao Intent on the ancient boulder. He knew that their encounter was not a coincidence, but a deliberate arrangement.

Sakyamuni smiled coldly. "It's just a planet. If it wasn't for Devour, I wouldn't care about a mere planet."

"I'm already thinking highly of you by using the Heavenly Armor Planet and all the lives on it as a bet. Even if you die, you ants should feel honored."

Whoosh!

The finger intent reached Zhuowen's forehead in an instant. However, just as it was about to enter Zhuowen's soul, the finger intent suddenly collapsed. An even more terrifying and powerful ripple of energy swept out from Zhuowen's soul.

"Oh my god!

This kid's Dao Intent has strengthened. He has reached the third level of Dao Intent. "

The old man who rushed over widened his eyes and exclaimed in disbelief. He stared fixedly at Zhuowen, but soon, joy appeared on his face.

He knew that Zhuowen had just reached the second level of Dao Intent not long ago. Now, under the threat of death, he had broken through again and reached the third level of Dao Intent.

It was his first time seeing someone break through Dao Intent consecutively in such a short period of time. In other words, he had never seen anyone who could comprehend the second and third level of Dao Intent consecutively in such a short period of time in the Heaven Domain of Huaxia.

Even the Daoist priest, who had always been calm, had a blazing look in his eyes.

"In your eyes, the lives on the Heavenly Armor Continent are ants. However, in my eyes, the Heavenly Armor Continent is my hometown. The lives here are of the same origin as me. My family, friends, and brothers are here …"

"Even though ants are small, they can still bite you back. The outcome is only death!"

Zhuowen's gaze was calm like water. His third level Dao Intent abruptly shot out, and the power of the ripples around him suddenly increased by countless times. The terrifying pressure released by the Nāti Shiva instantly vanished.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

In this instant, Zhuowen swung his sword five times in succession. Five sword lights were infinitely magnified at this moment, and each sword light was like a rising sun.

Sakyamuni's eyes narrowed slightly. Even though he was slightly surprised that Zhuowen had suddenly broken through to the third level of Dao Intent, he still didn't pay much attention to it. He waved his right hand and wiped away the five sword lights.

"The sixth sword …"

Zhuowen drew his sword once more. The sword light of the sixth sword formed a crescent-shaped sword light that was even more dazzling than the sun. It tore through the starry sky and covered the countless starlight in the starry sky.

Sakyamuni's gaze was slightly serious. He clenched his right hand and directly grabbed the crescent-shaped sword light.

Bang!

However, this sword light wasn't simple. Even though Sakyamuni had grabbed the sword light, a rather large wound had appeared on his palm.

"You actually injured me?"

Sakyamuni stared blankly at his palm. Obviously, he didn't expect that a mere ant would actually be able to injure him. However, he quickly revealed a furious expression.

However, just as Sakyamuni was stunned, Zhuowen put the iron sword back into the scabbard with difficulty.

The moment the sixth sword was swung out, the side effects on his body had already appeared. His body was collapsing, and countless cracks appeared. Moreover, the meridians in his body were even blocked because of this.

"You can still use the seventh sword, right?"

Zhuowen's left hand lightly pinched the old scabbard of the Blood Splashing Five Steps. Back then, Zhan Bi had only used the sixth sword, and the seventh sword had never been unsheathed.

This was because the sixth sword was already a sword that paid the price of one's life. All the masters who had used the sixth sword had died, and no one had ever used the seventh sword.

However, Zhuowen could clearly feel that the seventh sword of the Blood Splashing Five Steps had indeed existed.

He was already at the early stage of the Heavenly God Realm, and he also had three levels of Dao Insight. Even though his life was slipping away after using the sixth sword, his life force as a Heavenly God was extremely vigorous, and he hadn't completely died yet.

However, with the speed at which his life was slipping away, he knew that it was only a matter of time before he died.

Buzz!

The Blood Splashing Five Steps trembled and buzzed, as if it was waiting for Zhuowen to draw the seventh sword.

"The seventh sword …"

Zhuowen muttered as if he was sleep-talking. His trembling right hand suddenly became firm, and then he drew the sword again. This was the one and only seventh sword.

In the countless years since the birth of the Blood Splashing Five Steps, this was the first time that Zhuowen had drawn the seventh sword.

The moment this sword was drawn, the iron sword shattered inch by inch into fine powder, and an extremely inconspicuous black sword light silently swept out, instantly arriving at the wound on the right palm of Sakyamuni's illusory right hand.

At this moment, Sakyamuni's illusory figure was still staring blankly at the wound on his palm. He had never thought that Zhuowen would actually be able to draw a sword and attack, so he didn't care at all.

Puchi!