Chapter 117: You are courting death!
Jiang Yan witnessed the fierce visage of Sword Sovereign Ling Xiao and couldn’t help but shake his head repeatedly, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his lips.
Tsk tsk tsk, calling himself a sword sovereign, yet spouting lines fit for a villain.
Who knows what scheme Ling Xiao Sword Sovereign was plotting this time.
“Hey, old man, have you ever heard the saying that villains die because they talk too much?” Jiang Yan taunted, his voice tinged with playful sarcasm.
“Mo Xie, sword, come forth!” he commanded sharply.
“Yes, master.”
The Mo Xie Sword responded instantly, flying swiftly to Jiang Yan’s side.
Grasping the hilt, Jiang Yan felt the mingling of thunder and fire spiritual energy leap at his fingertips, like wild flames intertwined with crackling lightning.
In a flash, his figure surged forward, striking at Ling Xiao Sword Sovereign with the force of a thunderstorm.
Sizzle... sizzle... sizzle...
The sword’s tip sliced through the air, trailing arcs of lightning and fire, resembling a fiery dragon dancing in the sky.
Seeing such overwhelming sword intent, Ling Xiao Sword Sovereign’s expression shifted dramatically. He hadn’t expected that a mere youth far weaker than himself could unleash such devastating sword techniques.
He hastily dodged, barely evading a lethal blow, though his right sleeve was ruthlessly slashed away by the sword’s aura.
“You brat, don’t get cocky!” Ling Xiao Sword Sovereign roared, brandishing his Shadowless Sword as he launched an attack toward Jiang Yan.
“Water Dragon Slash!” he bellowed, a fierce killing intent resonating in his voice.
Under his swing, the Shadowless Sword summoned several water dragons, snarling beasts with bared fangs, rushing at Jiang Yan like an endless tidal wave determined to swallow him whole.
Unfazed, Jiang Yan gripped the Mo Xie Sword tightly. The mingling of thunder and fire on its blade clashed against the water dragons with a sizzling sound. The law of fire and water’s mutual hostility erupted violently within that space.
The two swords collided, emitting a piercing clang as if even the air itself was being cleaved apart.
As Jiang Yan focused intently on the duel, Ling Xiao Sword Sovereign’s body suddenly began to swell, muscles bulging and aura surging.
Before Jiang Yan could react, Ling Xiao Sword Sovereign teleported behind him in an instant, his massive hand clamping down on Jiang Yan’s throat like an iron vice.
“Cough, cough… despicable…” Jiang Yan struggled to utter.
Amid the fierce flashes of sword light, Mo Xie Sword was tightly entangled by the Shadowless Sword, temporarily unable to assist.
This wasn’t the first time such a situation had occurred, and the anger burning within Mo Xie Sword flared like a blazing inferno.
As a revered divine sword, it could not bear being hindered by that troublesome Shadowless Sword any longer...
“Shadowless, get lost! I’m going to protect my master!” Mo Xie Sword retorted amidst the sword clash, refusing to yield.
“Ha! Mo Xie, do you think I’ll fall for that? I won’t let you pass! Your master is laughably weak. You might as well join my master and have a better fate!”
“Shadowless, you loser, what right have you to demean my master? My master is gifted beyond measure and will surpass yours in cultivation.”
“Mo Xie, that all depends on whether your master even lives to see that day.”
The two swords roared like furious dragons in midair, sparks flying from their fierce collisions.
Seeing Jiang Yan’s neck gripped by Ling Xiao Sword Sovereign, Yun Yun’s heart ignited with blazing fury.
Her petite frame brimmed with astonishing power as the Phoenix True Fire blazed around her, forming a fiery red streak. She resembled an enraged firebird, soaring straight at Ling Xiao Sword Sovereign.
“You wretched old man, don’t you dare harm Brother Yan!” Yun Yun shouted fiercely. With a wave of her hands, the phoenix flames converged into a towering pillar of fire, striking Ling Xiao Sword Sovereign’s back with fierce impact.
“Ah! Damn brat, you’re courting death!” Ling Xiao Sword Sovereign howled in pain, his voice filled with rage and agony. Yet his grip on Jiang Yan’s throat remained as unyielding as an iron band, refusing to loosen by even a fraction.