Chapter 504 - 503
This piece of news was more invigorating than any other, at least one wouldn’t have to stand there taking a beating, being at the mercy of someone else’s life-and-death decision was unbearable.
Seeing that Ye Tian could move, the person standing in the distance increased the frequency of unleashing Sword Qi. The previously gentle Sword Qi began to change its nature, not only did it become less gentle, but all sorts of sharp sword edges were all directed at Ye Tian. Wherever the sword edges pointed, there erupted fierce and matchless righteous Sword Qi, countless edges like the elongated crescents of the horizon, flickered and vanished in a blink, yet they smashed down ferociously towards Ye Tian.
Ye Tian, while waving his fingers, dodged east and weaved west, trying his best to evade these blades that could inflict severe damage to his body. Soon, he realized that passively taking hits was far from enough; if he couldn’t defeat that person, the threat he faced would only grow larger, and in the end, even preserving his life would be a difficult problem. Without further thought, taking advantage of a brief lull in the sword edges, Ye Tian sidestepped through the slender cracks between the blades. Unexpectedly, a chilling wind whipped up from the ground, more vexing than the sword edges because it could delay one’s steps for some time. This greatly reduced Ye Tian’s speed of movement, resulted in more swords striking his body, and the situation grew increasingly desperate; he really feared he might die here.
The sword-waving figure in the distance suddenly ceased, and the remaining blades in the air all flew towards Ye Tian, still showing no mercy as they slammed into him. Ye Tian could only neutralize them one by one with Panchen Finger, and for those he could not dispel, he had no choice but to roll on the ground. Although undignified, he could not care less at this point. The chairman once said, "The body is the capital of revolution," and one simply could not squander it at a time like this!
The entire space went completely quiet, the sword-bearing person stood in the distance, perhaps due to the wind, that person’s clothes fluttered up, catching the effect of gossamer lifted by the breeze, together with that head of disheveled hair. But the face remained unclear, one could only see the silhouette standing there, and the protruding sword at their side, slender and sharp, glinting with a cold light.
Ye Tian, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling slightly, was still strenuously regulating his breathing. But the power of the Panchen Finger was simply too immense, and it consumed a substantial amount of Spiritual Power. If not for the support of the Nine Emperor Bell, relying solely on his own body, he would have been completely drained long ago. The Nine Emperor Bell, originally meant to absorb the essence of Ye Tian’s body, complemented each other; now they were tied together in mutual struggle. Ye Tian touched his right wrist and silently spoke in his heart, "Boss, you’ve got to pull through for me, I’ve wronged you in the past, but let the bygones be bygones and help me get past this hurdle, okay?"
Perhaps truly having heard Ye Tian’s words, a warm sensation spread through Ye Tian’s body, greatly dissipating the cold chill brought about by the underground wind.
With a loud "clang," the sword-bearer opposite swiftly charged over, the blade of the sword instantly lengthened significantly, dragging on the ground and sparking in succession. A fierce pressure transmitted from afar — even though the person had not yet arrived, this imposing force almost toppled Ye Tian over.
His legs braced behind him, slightly bent, used this posture to withstand the oncoming force of the impact, eyes staring directly into the strong winds rushing toward him, squinting slightly as they struggled to remain open, left hand shielding the eyes, while the right hand’s two fingers were rapidly gathering strength.