Chapter 406: Awoken from Slumber
Vincent couldn't help but grin despite the pain of being impaled as he looked around. He was encircled by floating islands, all glowing with different types of Qi. They had shields and what appeared to be supercharged flowers pointing his way. There were also more of those monsters created from twisted wood standing on a few of the islands silently watching him.
However, a far larger island than the others floating right before him dominated his view. It was wreathed in cosmic Qi, and he could see many cultivators, likely all part of the elusive Ashfallen Sect, staring at him with fear or surprise.
A small chuckle escaped his lips, and he placed a hand on the giant sword that impaled his body. It had clearly been aiming for his spiritual heart, but what chance did a physical weapon have of killing something spiritual?
"Is this some kind of sick joke? The Ashfallen Sect, deemed a Divine Level sect by those bastards at the Eternal Pursuit Pavilion, and this is the best you can manage? I wasn't fighting back, and with all this supposed 'firepower,' the pinnacle of your efforts amounted to this? Pathetic."
In truth, he was quite severely injured. His soul was too unbalanced, and he was on the cusp of going supernova. Somehow, most of his illusion Qi had been taken from him, and he only had a little gravity Qi left to work with. His vessel was also on the brink of death, with a lot of his spirit roots destroyed, causing him to leak Qi.
This is bad. I need to empty my soul of gravity and illusion Qi. Recultivating them in the future will be difficult when my soul is dominated by blood Qi, but it's better to focus on one Qi type when my soul is this unbalanced.
Of course, he had no plans to let his enemy know this. False confidence was a cultivator's greatest strength. If they believed him to be more dangerous than he was, they would be more cautious rather than going for the finishing blow. After all, there was no way for them to know his true state.
A hundred overlapping laughs echoed in his mind, which seemed to originate from the sword impaling him.
"You lie."