Chapter Eighty-two: Void Wind Sword

  The second update!

  The dark river water surged and churned, like a black dragon raging across the sky, bellowing and foaming, as if it would sweep away, shatter, and annihilate everything.

  In the eyes of everyone, Chen Tai was like a straw in a black river, a floating leaf, drifting aimlessly, and at any moment he might be overturned and destroyed by the waves.

  Situation is precarious!

  "The great king is indeed formidable, this move is simply the power of moving mountains and boiling seas, that little guy will surely die."

  "That's for sure, the great king has been reigning supreme on Mount Xueyue for countless years. Have you ever seen anyone who can hurt a single hair of the great king? As soon as this kid appeared, I knew he would definitely not escape his fate this time!"

  Within a hundred miles, a group of big and small monsters gazed at the battle in the sky with amazement, increasingly convinced that under King Kunpeng's Tide Dao intent, the human youth had no chance of turning the tables.

  The sound of discussion and noise also entered the belly of the mountain.

  Du Qingxi and others' faces became extremely anxious, if it weren't for saving themselves, how could Chen Yao end up in such a predicament?

  He shouldn't have died!

  "This guy is actually going to lose?! It's so infuriating! If I had known this would happen, it would have been better not to come at all. Giving people hope only to disappoint them again... Is every man fond of being arrogant and reckless?!" Mu Rong Wei shrieked, her beautiful face twisted in a scowl.

  "It's really disappointing, I thought he was capable of turning the tide, but it turns out he's still a useless piece of trash. Sigh." Cang Yun chimed in from the side, sighing incessantly.

  "What did you say! You damn well repeat that!" Endo Takeshi roared in indignation, unable to believe that there could be such a shameless person in this world.

  "Don't bother wasting your energy on them, getting angry with such a shameless guy, what's the point?" Song Lin said slowly.

  Du Qingxi didn't say a word, but in her heart, she despised Murong Wei and Cang Ting to the extreme, and was too lazy to bother with them.

  ……

  "Huh?"

  "Something's changed!"

  Under the gaze of many eyes, in the distant sky, Chen Tai suddenly stopped his actions, surrounded by black tidal waves on all sides, and no longer resisted!

  "What is this kid doing?" Qingqiu Fox King furrowed his brow, and with his sharp eyesight, he could see that Chen Yu not only gave up resisting but also closed his eyes.

  The old tortoise king beside him didn't say a word, his gaze was fixed on Chen Yao's body, and the wrinkles on his thin face seemed to be hiding a hint of excitement, as if he was expecting something, or tense.

  Splash!

  In the black tide, a figure in black robes suddenly appeared, looking at Chen Tai who was about to be swallowed by his own tidal wave. In his bright and shiny eyes, there was no joy of impending victory, but instead a hint of doubt.

  "It shouldn't be like this. This kid's will to fight is so pure and determined, his character is even more unyielding, how could he give up resisting?"

  Kunpeng Wang's mind was filled with doubts, and he secretly shook his head repeatedly: "Could it be that I had misjudged him earlier? Was this kid actually just pretending to be powerful all along?"

  Bang!

  A hundred-zhang high giant wave came crashing, Chen Tai was like an insignificant ant, blown tens of zhangs away, hair disheveled, face covered in blood.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!...

  Before Chen Tai's body even hit the ground, another wave crashed over him, battering his entire body with wounds and bruises, fresh blood gushing out like a spring, staining his clothes completely red. From afar, he looked like a bloody man, his appearance extremely pitiful.

  But his eyes remained tightly closed, and his expression was inexplicably calm, looking extremely eerie.

  "No, this guy is a bit weird."

  The Qingqiu Fox King exclaimed in surprise. In his eyes, Chen Yao was in a precarious situation, on the verge of death, and could be destroyed at any moment. Now that he saw clearly, he suddenly discovered that around Chen Yao's body, there seemed to be an invisible adhesive force. No matter how the waves from all directions hit him, they would be dissipated by this adhesive force, losing more than half their power. The impact on his body was less than 20% of its original strength!

  How strange!

  A spark of intense curiosity burst forth from the enchanting peach blossom eyes of Qing Qiu Hu Wang.

  A young monk with exceptional talent, he wasn't unfamiliar with them, but someone like Chen Xiao was a first.

  Moreover, the other party's cultivation time seems to be extremely short, and their age is also extremely young. Such a little guy can persist in the tide of Kunpeng Wang's Dao intent until now, it's simply a freak.

  "You've discovered it too?" Old Wang's eyes gleamed, his voice carrying a hint of profundity, as he suddenly pointed to the distant sky and shouted: "Look quickly!"

  ……

  In a daze, Chen Yu dreamed of a starry sky.

  In the tranquil night, billions of stars hang high in the sky, shining brightly and overflowing with a clear silver light. They follow mysterious tracks, jumping and dancing, while on the vast green grassland, the gentle breeze blows by, and the delicate and supple blades of grass, like waves, hum and flutter in the wind.

  At that time, his mind was pure and clean, transparent and unadulterated.

  At that time, his eyes only had those billions of stars, as if he saw a big hand, with the sky and earth as the paper, with the stars as the pen, splashing out mysterious and profound star tracks.

  At this moment, he saw again the starry sky full of twinkling stars, and his ears seemed to echo with that ancient and vast sigh.

  The countless scenes of the past, the struggles, hardships, bitterness, resentment, and cold ridicule... all turned to dust and vanished. In the face of those billions of stars, the complex worldly grievances that made him feel indignant and resentful seemed so small, so insignificant.

  The mind is thoroughly at peace, like a boulder that has withstood the storms of countless years and remains unmoved.

  Eyes, calm again, like a vast lake without ripples.

  "My life has been a mix of sorrow and anger, like the wind, sometimes urgent, sometimes calm; like stars, sometimes bright, sometimes extinguished. The world's affairs have their ups and downs, human emotions have their joys and sorrows. No matter what, we must move forward, no matter how, we must face it calmly, like the wind, pursuing the freedom of our true selves!"

  "And my freedom is..."

  In my mind, a series of scenes flashed again, Grandfather's eyes full of hope, Mother Xiuzhu's careful reminders, Brother's young face with admiration, Du Qingxiang three people's sincere and firm dissuasion...

  "You, are my freedom!"

  At this moment, an inexplicable mysterious aura surged into the body, and the sea of consciousness and divine soul were also rising at an unimaginable speed, in a frenzy!

  Just like being reborn from a broken shell.

  Boom! A loud noise echoed through the entire soul, as if the chaos had just opened up. The shocked colors of the surrounding thousand miles were clearly reflected in the heart, including the hidden demons and monsters in the mountain caves, the rolling and surging Yinming River, the anxious expressions of Du Qingxiu and others in the mountains... Even the shape of a stone on the ground, the texture of a leaf, the antennae of an ant, everything was clearly visible. And... that free wind that was everywhere!

  Chen Xiao opened his eyes, his gaze was clear and pure, without a single impurity. His expression was neither sad nor joyful, like the ancient Buddha's asceticism after attaining enlightenment, his heart was untainted by worldly dust.

  Just at this moment——

  "Chen Tai, you've disappointed me too much! If it's come to this, then die for me!"

  Accompanied by Kunpeng Wang's sharp and shrill roar, the dark river in mid-air suddenly surged up, like a black dragon waking from its sleep, shaking its massive body that stretched as far as mountains, letting out a deafening bellow, and swallowing Chen Suo who was tiny like an ant.

  Like a dragon's roar, like a dragon's shape, the heavens and earth seemed to be trembling, the void seemed to be torn apart into fragments, the spiritual energy was chaotic and scattered like a knife, within a hundred miles of rocks, trees, rivers were all pulverized, those closer big demons and small demons were even swept away more than a hundred feet, fell to the ground spitting blood non-stop.

  The sky suddenly darkened, as if plunged into an apocalyptic night.

  The Peng King is going to make his move!

  Everyone present had the same thought flashing through their minds: Chen Xiao was probably going to die from this blow...

  "The wind rises!"

  At this moment, a calm and indifferent voice rose, the sound rising from low to high, piercing through the rolling black waves, like the Yellow Bell Da Lü, resonating between heaven and earth.

  Only two words, yet they seem to have a magical charm, gently floating and whispering in the ear, like hearing a soft breeze murmuring softly beside the ear.

  Huh?

  Aren't you dead yet?

  All the big and small monsters present were stunned at the same time.

  It was at this moment that they suddenly saw the black dragon formed by the surging Yinming River in the sky, as if it had been cast with a petrifying spell, suspended in mid-air, without any waves or rolling water sounds, without any terrifying power... Not even a single movement!

  Halt!

  It was as if it had been grasped by an invisible giant hand, and at the same time, it seemed to be frozen by the cold wind and snow, the picture was extremely eerie.

  Rumble!

  As if the heavens and earth were howling, within a radius of ten thousand miles, fierce winds raged wildly, like sharks that had caught wind of blood, surging forth to converge here. The violent sounds seemed as if they would shatter one's eardrums, striking fear into the hearts of all who heard them.

  Even some of the slightly weaker demon classes were directly stunned by this sound.

  What's going on?

  Why is it like this?

  In the distance, Xuan Jing Lao Wang suddenly laughed silently, and a hint of surprise emerged from the depths of his eyes. He muttered excitedly to himself: "Only after being trapped in the Nine Abyss can one become a dragon... It's really him... It's really him."

  "The sword falls!"

  A calm and tranquil voice sounded again, then everyone saw Chen Tai, covered in blood, with disheveled hair, stepping on the stagnant Yinming River, rising into the air, and slashing down with a golden sword.

  A scene destined to be forever etched in the hearts of every demon appeared.

  Along with Chen Xiao's sword slash, the hurricane between heaven and earth suddenly transformed into a void wind sword that was at least ten thousand feet long. In a hum of clear chanting, the empty space was strongly shaken by friction, creating ripples that spread out in circles, as if heaven and earth were resonating together. And then, the void wind sword suddenly disappeared, as if it had teleported.

  Crack crack crack!

  The winding, mountain-like dark river was cut in two, and immediately turned into countless tiny water droplets like shattered glass, which evaporated instantly in the empty air before they even hit the ground.

  Boom!

  The Void Wind Sword's remaining momentum did not diminish, slashing down to the ground, leaving behind a massive trench nearly ten thousand feet long, so deep it was bottomless, and awe-inspiring at first sight. Meanwhile, within this area, mountains, rivers, rocks, and trees... were all pulverized into powder.

  The power of one sword, sharp and severe!

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