Chapter 539 - 476: The Long Rainbow Sword Breaks, the Hunting Operation
BZZZT.
The world spun around him.
Jiang Wenyuan’s vision suddenly went black.
When he came to his senses, he found himself in an enclosed hallway. A dark red carpet, thick with dust, covered the floor, giving the place an air of decay and ruin.
Jiang Wenyuan turned his head. The cultivators from the Star Casting Hall and the three sects were all gone, vanished without a trace.
"Hm?"
’Is this... random teleportation?’
Jiang Wenyuan narrowed his eyes, muttering to himself.
Random teleportation was a common trap in Grotto Heaven ruins.
Besides, this had already been confirmed during a previous exploration of the ruins.
’Xiaoyu...’
At this thought, a wave of grief washed over Jiang Wenyuan’s face.
It was because of random teleportation that his Miss Lin had been left isolated and helpless, meeting her tragic end.
"Tsk tsk..."
"How touching. Why don’t you join her in the Netherworld and be a pair of ill-fated lovers?"
A mocking voice, dripping with malice, echoed from the deep darkness at the end of the hallway, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.
"Hm?"
"What foul demon are you?"
Jiang Wenyuan’s heart leaped in alarm, and he immediately summoned his Spiritual Treasure.
CLANG!
A Red Golden Thread suddenly materialized on his right wrist.
In an instant, it transformed into a magnificent longsword, burning with a Crimson Gold Flame and inscribed with Spirit Patterns.
"Chixiao Minghuan!"
Jiang Wenyuan’s expression was grim. His Long Rainbow Sword flashed repeatedly, and the fiery light intensified!
A vast and scorching intent, as if a Fire Prison were descending upon the world, roared out with the sword’s light!
Spiritual Treasure!
Sword Intent!
The Power of Laws!
Three-in-one, concentrated into a single point, brought to the peak of perfection!
Jiang Wenyuan was truly a direct disciple of the Sword Sect. This one strike was grand and majestic, its power world-shaking!
An ordinary Late-stage Golden Core cultivator, if faced with this strike, would likely be incinerated in an instant, burned to death!
However, at that moment, with a soft FIZZ, the searing crimson sword light popped like a bubble and dissipated!
"What?"
Jiang Wenyuan’s eyes widened as if they would split, his mind reeling in shock!
He had seen it clearly. His sword strike had shot toward the end of the hallway.
But from within the darkness, a single, fair index finger had lazily extended. With no sign of any Divine Technique, just a gentle tap, his sword light had been utterly destroyed!
HISS...
’This Physical Realm... Damn it...’
’Fifth-tier!’
Jiang Wenyuan’s face paled in horror. His heart trembled, and the thought of retreat immediately surfaced.
Whatever was in the darkness, whoever it was, it was not something he could possibly fight!
Jiang Wenyuan even suspected that using the life-saving measure his master had given him might not be effective.
After all, he had only been in the ruins for a moment before being randomly teleported and immediately found!
The implications were chilling. At that thought, Jiang Wenyuan’s back was already soaked with cold sweat.
BZZZT.
He channeled his Magical Power, preparing to flee.
But before he could take two steps, his mind was violently shaken, as if struck by a great bell!
"Argh!"
His Escape Technique was interrupted. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell from mid-air.
A splitting headache assaulted his mind, as if countless mouths were whispering in his ears amidst a constant ringing.
His last shred of clarity formed a single thought.
’Divine Sense!’
’It’s also fifth-tier!’
Despair washed over Jiang Wenyuan, and a bitter smile touched his lips.
"Who in the world are you? To go to such lengths just to deal with me?"
TAP.
A figure emerged from the darkness.
"Heh... Jiang Wenyuan, I, Han Tiantong, will be taking your head!"
Jiang Wenyuan looked up. The figure that appeared was tall and straight, with a sinister and fierce gaze. It was none other than Han Tiantong, the Golden Core Perfection cultivator from the Star Casting Hall!
"Han Tiantong, you hid your strength so well... I curse you!"
Jiang Wenyuan’s eyes were wide and bloodshot. He stared at Han Tiantong with a death glare, as if trying to burn his image into his very bones.
"Hahaha!"
"Today, the Long Rainbow Sword shall be broken!"
’Han Tiantong’ grinned ferociously. He strode forward and threw a punch, striking Jiang Wenyuan square in the chest!
CRACK.
The distinct sound of cracking bone rang out.
Jiang Wenyuan’s chest caved in violently, and blood sprayed from all seven of his orifices.
For a mortal, such an injury would have meant instant death, without a shred of life remaining.
But Jiang Wenyuan was different. He was a Golden Core cultivator. Although he hadn’t practiced Body Refining, his physical body had been nourished by his own Golden Core qi and Magical Power for hundreds of years.
At this moment, not only was he not dead, but he even had some strength left.
Jiang Wenyuan’s eyes were blood-red, like a cornered beast. He suddenly reached out, grabbing ’Han Tiantong’, and roared, "If you want to kill me, we’ll die together!"
BZZZT!
In his hand, a Nascent Soul Sword Talisman, shimmering like a darting fish, suddenly appeared!
Countless beams of pure white sword light erupted from the talisman, screaming out in all directions!
SHING SHING SHING!
Flesh and blood flew as the sword light instantly riddled Jiang Wenyuan’s body!
A sliver of hope flickered in his eyes as he looked toward ’Han Tiantong’.
Jiang Wenyuan knew he was going to die, but if he could take someone down with him, it would be worth it!
However, faced with the Nascent Soul Sword Talisman, ’Han Tiantong’ just smiled mockingly. He didn’t dodge or evade, simply allowing the sword light to pass through him.
Yet, after the light pierced him, there was no blood—only shadowy black qi. It was a fake body?!
"Idiot."
"Did you really think I wouldn’t guess you had a Nascent Soul-level technique up your sleeve?"
’Han Tiantong’ sneered.
"You...!"
His final gambit had failed.
All hope turned to ash for Jiang Wenyuan, his face a mask of anguish.
Immediately after, the sword light swept back, tearing his body to shreds.
Jiang Wenyuan of the Long Rainbow Sword fell, his blood splattering across the scene.
...
SPLAT.
The fragments of his corpse fell to the ground.
Blood flowed out, mixing with the dust on the carpet to form a dark, blackish-red.
BZZZT.
About ten breaths later.