Chapter 135 - Black Peaks
Chapter 135 of "Inverse Sword Mad God" opens introducing the plot: Lin Xuan’s sword had threatened his life; had it not been for his armor, he... Continue exploring!
Lin Xuan’s sword had threatened his life; had it not been for his armor, he would have been gravely injured by now.
He had always regarded Lin Xuan as an ant, yet now, this ant was actually capable of hurting him!
He tore off his clothes to reveal the armor beneath.
He was ready to settle the account with Lin Xuan but found that his opponent wasn’t even looking at him, instead desperately trying to subdue the sword-shaped treasure.
This made him feel an urge to vomit blood.
“Ah—”
Brother Feng roared up to the heavens, his aura erupting like a mountain torrent.
Right hand holding the sword, left hand performing the Mountain Suppressing Hand, surrounded by Spiritual Power armor, he charged forward rapidly.
Boom!
Sword Light crisscrossed, as a mountain bore down; Brother Feng demonstrated his formidable strength, attacking Lin Xuan.
Swoosh!
Lin Xuan retreated explosively, moving away from the sword-shaped treasure.
His longsword trembled, engaging in fierce battle with Brother Feng.
After dozens of exchanges, their momentum shook the heavens, making it difficult to determine a victor for the time being.
The several onlookers all wore expressions of shock; they knew of Brother Feng’s strength—a cultivation of the Spirit Sea Second Layer Heaven signified top-level combat power.
Yet, Lin Xuan’s performance was beyond everyone’s expectations; with cultivation at the Spirit Sea First Level Early Stage, he was able to fight evenly with Brother Feng.
Such combat power was astonishing.
“As expected of one who has comprehended Sword Intent,” several people retreated in fear, as those energies were fast approaching them.
“Brother Feng, we’ll help you!”
Three Ling Family Martial Artists rushed forward together, aiming to take down Lin Xuan, their greatest enemy.
“Scram!”
Lin Xuan thrust his sword into the phantom mountain peak, his sharp Sword Intent forcing Brother Feng back, and then he turned his head and roared in anger.
The soundwave spread out like ripples on water, rushing towards the three attackers.
“Ah—”
The sonic assault surged like a colossal wave, engulfing the three men.
Puh!
Puh!
Puh!
The three Ling Family disciples kept retreating, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.
“Mad Lion Roar?” Brother Feng’s face turned extremely ugly, “How do you know Mad Lion Roar?”
“Nonsense!” Lin Xuan looked down on him, “This is Thunder Sound Wave, what Mad Lion Roar?
That sounds terrible!”
Naturally, he wouldn’t admit to killing people from the Ling Family; with so many eyes around, if word got out, he would be hunted by the Ling Family Elder.
That was not what he wanted.
Brother Feng was suspicious, his face ashen.
Apart from the four of them, no one else from the Ling Family had appeared.
“Could it be that he’s killed them all?”
Though Brother Feng didn’t believe it, the current situation forced him to.
“No matter what, you must die!” Brother Feng’s face was grim.
He could not deal with Lin Xuan at the moment, but he still had his trump card.
“Be proud to die by this!”
An octagonal stone appeared in his hand; in its center was a mountain, intricately depicted.
The moment the stone was revealed, the atmosphere in the entire hall became oppressive, as if a massive mountain bore down on everyone’s hearts.
“Be careful, that’s an Engraving!” Lord of Wine warned.
Lin Xuan’s pupils narrowed; he had not expected his opponent to possess such a thing.
This was a true Engraving, unlike the talisman paper he had seen before.
The three Ling Family Martial Artists, seeing Brother Feng bring out the stone, all calmed down.
“Great, with the talisman treasure, that kid is done for!”
“Indeed, once the talisman treasure appears, no one can survive!
But dying by the talisman treasure, that’s too lenient for him!”
“He should be ground to dust and taste every poison in the world!”
The Ling Family Disciples smirked victoriously and retreated to a distance, with incessant sneers.
The surrounding Martial Artists also changed color, fleeing from the area as if escaping.
They had never seen the might of a talisman treasure, but the countless tales of its power were all too familiar.
Even those fighting for the other two items carefully avoided them, moving their battlefield elsewhere.
“Kneel and repent, and I might leave you with a whole corpse!” Brother Feng, holding the talisman treasure, laughed arrogantly.
“You think you can make me?” Lin Xuan sneered, “If you kneel obediently, I might consider sparing your life!”
“How dare you!”
“Arrogant!”
Ling Family Disciples snarled, then snorted coldly, “Ignorant fool!
The power of a talisman treasure is unimaginable, exterminating you is as simple as crushing an ant!”
“Just surrender now and become a slave of the Ling Family, and you can live!”
Their shouts were loud and arrogant.
Brother Feng wore a playful look; he wanted to savor Lin Xuan’s look of horror; he wanted to see a genius who had grasped Sword Intent kneel at his feet!
But he was destined to be disappointed!
Lin Xuan looked at him with disdain, his expression as though he was looking at an idiot.
“So this is what you rely on, you talk up such a big game, let’s see you try it!”
The surrounding Martial Artists changed color all at once.
Lin Xuan’s reaction was too abnormal.
A typical Martial Artist would beg for mercy or flee upon seeing a talisman treasure, not contemptuously scoff like Lin Xuan.
“Does Lin Xuan have some kind of backup plan?” many speculated in their hearts.
Brother Feng’s teeth itched with hatred.
This kind of talisman treasure would be slightly damaged with each use, so he didn’t want to use it unless absolutely necessary.
He had originally just wanted to intimidate Lin Xuan into submission, never expecting that Lin Xuan would not be scared at all, acting completely indifferent.
“If you’re not going to strike, I will!” Lin Xuan swung his longsword, striking the sword-shaped treasure, making a ringing sound.
“If you’re courting death, I’ll oblige you!”
Brother Feng’s face twisted cruelly; after all, by killing Lin Xuan, he could obtain the treasure, making the loss worthwhile.
Channeling Spiritual Power, he poured it into the talisman treasure, his expression intense.
Although this talisman treasure was powerful, the consumption of Spiritual Power was also astonishing.
With his level of Cultivation, he could only use it three times.
Atop the octagonal stone, the black mountain began to glow, a massive oppressive force emerging as if it would collapse the void.
The Martial Artists stepped back again and again, the force causing their hearts to palpitate.
Lin Xuan also tensed, secretly gripping his Bronze Bracelet, ready to move at any moment.
“Die!”
Brother Feng, his face twisted in madness, poured all his Spiritual Power into the talisman treasure.
A black mountain floated up, growing larger in the air until it was dozens of feet tall, emanating a terrifying aura.
Boom!
The void trembled as if about to collapse, the black mountain fell mercilessly, engulfing Lin Xuan.
“Die!” the Ling Family Disciples laughed wildly.
The surrounding Martial Artists felt pity, a genius who understood Sword Intent was about to fall like this.
“Don’t!” A desperate cry came from afar, with several figures rushing over rapidly.
But it all seemed too late.
The black mountain was already less than ten meters from Lin Xuan, the ground beneath him caving in.
Lin Xuan, brimming with Sword Intent, clashed against the pressure.
He was not fearful at all, with his Bronze Bracelet and Ancient Armor, he was confident he could escape.
Moreover, he did not rush to use them; the pressure from the mountain was perfect for tempering himself, for seeking a breakthrough.
His Cultivation had temporarily reached a pinnacle and needed a stimulus to break through.
And the pressure before him was the perfect motivation.
“Ah!” Lin Xuan’s body shone with light as he strived against the force.
“Haha!
Stop struggling, no one can escape!” Brother Feng began to laugh maniacally upon seeing Lin Xuan’s efforts.
“You dared to oppose the Ling Family, so die!”
“No one will offend the Ling Family for a dead prodigy, so even if you die, no one will avenge you!”
“Brother Lin, run!” A voice came from afar, filled with urgency.
Lin Xuan could no longer hear the outside sounds; he pushed the Longevity Technique to its limit and finally broke through to the Spirit Sea First Layer Middle Stage.
“Broken through?
But it’s useless!” the Ling Family Disciple arrogantly declared, “You’ll die just the same!”
The surrounding Martial Artists sighed with pity, while the figures from afar had already reached nearby.
Murong Qianling shouted desperately, “How dare you Ling Family strike, the Xuantian Sect will not let you off!”
The black mountain was already pressing down from above, and it seemed about to crush Lin Xuan to pieces.
Murong Qianling closed her eyes, tears slipping down her face.
And at that moment, Lin Xuan pulled out his Bronze Bracelet.
Endless aquamarine light surged forth, enveloping the entire hall, a wilder force sweeping across the area.