madnovel Chapter 95 Heavenly Blade
Chapter 95 Heavenly Blade
Chapter 95 Heavenly Blade
The Heavenly Blade Sect originally existed on Tianmen Mountain, so naturally a viewing ladder leading to the summit was built there.
After Liang Chen slaughtered the Heavenly Blade Sect, the mountain path and stone steps were left unmaintained. Flowers and plants sprouted from the cracks, only to be repeatedly trampled and crushed into dust by onlookers climbing the mountain.
Sheng Wansong's footsteps stepped over the last remaining flowers, climbing step by step.
Amidst the ruins, a few bamboo poles support a white cloth, enclosing an arena of several hundred square meters.
There are already many people on the mountain.
Among them, two people possessed an aura far superior to the others.
They were not the leaders of Wudang or Shaolin, but martial artists who surpassed these grandmasters, hidden among the crowd.
Sheng Wansong looked towards the western corner of the crowd, where there were several Western Region lamas. Among the lamas was a mysterious figure, whose entire body was hidden in a black cloth.
Although those around him found his behavior suspicious, they would never have imagined that he was a Celestial Martial Artist who was above the leaders of the six major sects.
Besides him, the other person was a nun standing among a group of monks.
The nun's head was wrapped in a white cloth, making it impossible to tell whether she had been ordained.
Between her eyebrows were three light-colored dots, resembling ring scars, arranged vertically.
Her monk's robes were definitely not in the style of the Central Plains.
He looked to be under thirty years old, but he was actually a Celestial Martial Artist whose cultivation level was above that of a Grandmaster.
In the martial arts world of the Central Plains, the Celestial Warrior is long gone and is now just a legend.
Unexpectedly, two people showed up for the challenge against Liang Chen, and both of them were from outside the Central Plains.
In the final years of a dynasty, not only did the imperial court decline in strength, but the martial arts world of the Central Plains also fell behind its foreign enemies.
As their gazes shifted, a blade of energy, carrying an aura of death and decay, pierced through the air, traversing space.
Sheng Wansong raised his right index finger and held it in front of him. The Death Extinction Blade Qi struck his finger joint, like seawater crashing against a reef.
The reef remained unmoved, while the waves shattered and broke apart.
"Your opponent is me!"
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Liang Chen's expression was displeased, and his voice was aged, "Don't focus on others!"
"Feel sorry."
Sheng Wansong was sincere and apologized genuinely, saying, "It was my rudeness."
He extended his hand to Liang Chen and said, "Draw your sword."
Since they have come as agreed, the two duelists should focus all their energy on each other; otherwise, it would be considered impolite.
Although Sheng Wansong was not a complete martial artist, he still observed the etiquette of the martial arts world.
Liang Chen suppressed his anger, gripped the back of the knife again, and assumed a posture as if drawing a bow.
Leng Rushuang had mentioned to Sheng Wansong that this was a technique of drawing the sword to destroy everything in the process.
Not for victory, but for mutual destruction.
A dense aura of death emanated from Liang Chen.
This is not a physical aura; ordinary people cannot see it.
Only masters whose martial arts skills approach the realm of the celestial can see this dense black death aura.
An Lan's "The Doomsday Martial Arts Manual" is dark, while Liang Chen's is a completely different kind of death.
Although the onlookers could not see the death aura, they felt a strange chill, and goosebumps began to crawl all over their arms.
The mysterious figure, surrounded by lamas and possessing a celestial-like appearance, laughed from beneath his cloak and spoke in Sanskrit:
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Giving the razor to Liang Chen was indeed the right choice.
"The closer this sword intent is to the Gate of Death, the more powerful it becomes, and it can even achieve the effect of the weak defeating the strong."
Judging from her voice, it was clearly a young woman.
The nuns overseas, however, shook their heads slightly, their faces filled with compassion, as if Bodhisattvas had descended to earth.
"Benefactor Liang is determined to die. Regardless of the outcome of this battle, he will surely perish."
Before the sword was even drawn, Sheng Wansong had already commented, "Although the sword intent has progressed further."
"But in terms of power, this strike is not as powerful as your God of Slaughter Strike that day."
In the past, Liang Chen sacrificed his entire lifespan to gain formidable power that was among the best of the grandmasters, but now he only has the remaining power of a half-step grandmaster.
Artistic conception, however, cannot put food on the table.
Any sword technique or sword intent must be supported by sufficient internal strength in order to be truly effective.
"If this is the full strength of Blood Blade Liang Chen, then I will regret keeping the appointment."
"This strike is only to prove my determination."
The blade was swung out, and an invisible blade aura pierced the air.
Sheng Wansong remained motionless, because the direction the knife tip was pointing was not towards him.
It was behind him, behind Liang Chen.
The white cloth slowly fell down, revealing the scenery behind it.
Those were people, people kneeling on the ground.
These people were not bound at all, yet they knelt there blankly, their eyes unfocused and staring straight ahead.
They neither ran away nor begged for mercy.
"The Art of Bewitching Minds!"
As always, it was the knowledgeable and experienced Marquis who revealed Liang Chen's methods.
"Isn't that Sect Leader Yu of the Qingcheng Sect?"
"Master Daozheng's nephew?"
"father!!"
The audience gradually recognized the group of people who were incoherent.
But no matter how much they called out, these people remained numb and remained kneeling on the ground.
Wudang Qingxu drew his Dao sword. "Liang Chen, I need an explanation."
"Amitabha."
Abbot Yuanjue also entered the arena, saying, "Release these people, and the old man will guarantee that this duel can continue."
As one by one, the victims' loved ones entered the venue, Sheng Wansong frowned.
He had long noticed these misled people and sensed something strange.
These people were manipulated by Liang Chen under the combined effects of drugs and evil magic, and those lamas had a similar scent, indicating that Liang Chen's methods came from those people.
The duel seemed to be turning into a farce.
"Liang Chen, are you trying to fool me?"
"I'm preparing for a battle at the top."
A sudden change occurred.
These missing persons are aging at a visible rate, their hair is turning gray, and their bald heads are becoming wrinkled.
Many people present had witnessed this scene before.
"Life-Burning Technique!"
Abbot Yuanjue's heart tightened, and he immediately made a move to capture Liang Chen.
The Qingxu Sect Leader performed the same action.
With the two titans of the martial arts world making their moves simultaneously, even celestial-level martial artists must temporarily retreat.
Sheng Wansong narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing that what was about to happen would surely be astonishing.
The Life-Burning Technique is a secret art that exchanges lifespan for power; however, these missing persons' lifespans vanished in vain, and their power did not increase at all.
All the power was focused on Liang Chen alone.
"Get out of my way!"
Liang Chen stomped his foot, and a magnificent torrent swept over.
A powerful gust of air, visible to the naked eye, struck the two grandmasters. They were like wooden boats in a giant wave, their weapons slipping from their hands, and they were instantly blasted backward.
"Sect Leader Qingxu?! How is this possible?!"
"Even Abbot Yuanjue, widely recognized as the greatest martial artist in the world today, couldn't get close to him!"
The crowd was filled with fear, confusion, and excitement!
They realized they were witnessing a new martial arts legend being born from their mouths.
Liang Chen straightened his hunched back.
The momentum has increased dramatically, the strength has increased dramatically, and the surge has increased dramatically.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
His laughter, though still aged, carried a menacing aura.
Liang Chen discarded the dagger he had taken from the lama and tossed it into the air.
At the same instant, a bright light suddenly flashed from the depths of the Heavenly Blade Sect, and a bell rang in the air.
A nine-ringed broadsword with a black hilt and a gleaming blade pierced through the air, narrowly missing the Death Blade, and embedding itself vertically in front of Liang Chen.
"It's the Heavenly Blade Sect's signature weapon! The Heavenly Blade!"
The Divine Marquis provided further information: "I didn't expect it to have been left unattended; instead, it's hidden deep within the Heavenly Blade Sect."
Click.
The deadly blade had been split in two, landing on either side of Liang Chen.
"The sea of blood has dried up, the blade of death is broken; today, Liang Chen will fight his final battle!"
Cracks gradually appeared on the back of Liang Chen's hand as he gripped the Heavenly Blade.