Chapter 764: Sword Cry (II)
The grand formations atop Mount Qingdu and nearby peaks flared to life, some bright, some dim, but their lights weaved together to release waves of energy. Li Ximing felt as if blades were cutting across his face, but with Yu Mujian’s sword aimed straight at his brother, how could he back down? He steeled himself, reversed his mana, and caused the Radiant Origin Pass to erupt in brilliance as it descended with increasing force.
Clang!
Golden light exploded skyward, dispersing clouds and mist. The Radiant Origin Pass rang with a sharp sound as the radiance at its center pulsed once, then dimmed. A tidal eruption of golden sword qi burst forth from within the gate, like mountains collapsing and seas roaring.
Boom!
The sword qi howled through the center, causing the plaque atop the gate to tremble violently. Cracks spread across the stone bricks, and the entire gate dimmed, shrinking into a single stream of light that shot back toward Li Ximing.
Pfft!
The Radiant Origin Pass had been harmed. Li Ximing coughed up a mouthful of blood, mingled gold and red. But before the blood even hit the lake, it transformed into golden streaks of light and scattered. He had no time to worry about his injuries; he immediately pulled out talismans and sent them flying to chase after the escaping light.
Li Xijun poured all his cultivation into his sword. The lake beneath his feet had frozen into solid ice. His pupils reflected only the golden sword aura; this was the culmination of the golden Arhat Suxikong’s lifetime of sword cultivation.
He felt the talisman seeds in his qi sea stir and erupt with pure qi. His mind grew sharper than ever before. Countless profound meanings surfaced in his heart, and his consciousness seemed to fall into a mirror, where he beheld a green sword resting on stone.
A man in a bright white robe stood alone atop an ancient, weathered city. His features were radiant and transcendent. A sky-darkening fire phoenix streaked through the heavens like a comet. The man calmly drew his sword, and a wave of cyan-white iridescence burst forth.
That cyan-white sword image gradually appeared in Li Xijun’s eyes. He sheathed his sword with his pale and glowing hand. He summoned another.