Chapter 511: Chapter 513: Sword God Warms Up
Sword Qi rippled and aurora surged, as the arrogant Barbarian Demon Savage was fiercely knocked back.
He tumbled awkwardly through the forest and Long Valley, crushing countless Demonic Beasts summoned by other Summoning Demon Masters in his wake. He rolled for five miles, creating a lengthy trench in Long Valley before finally coming to a halt. Then, for a long time, he was unable to get back up.
The Barbarian Demon Savage was terrified. Swaying, he had to look up to see Zhu Minglang’s figure. At this moment, Zhu Minglang’s sword had returned to his side, quiet as a red lotus, floating in front of Zhu Minglang, transcendent and otherworldly, like a celestial Ancient Sword!
Back on the flatland, the members of the Sword Sect who had retreated were all dumbfounded. As sword practitioners themselves, how could they not understand the terrifying power of that sword strike!
That was a Demon Lord! Even if his strength wasn’t truly at the King Level, it wasn’t far off, and Zhu Minglang just blasted him away for four to five miles with a single sword strike!
“He’s not dead yet. It seems the Demon Lord of the Summoning Demon Sect does have some standards after all,” Zhu Minglang said with a look of surprise.
“That Demon Lord, his destructive power may be a bit short of the King Level, but his vitality and defensive abilities are indeed of King Level!” At that moment, an elder from the Sword Sect with white hair said to Zhu Minglang.
“I see. Then let’s deliver a few more strikes!” Zhu Minglang said.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the sword attacked again. Its crimson figure crossed Long Valley, magnificently glorious yet ethereal and detached!
The Barbarian Demon Savage still had his wits about him. Realizing Zhu Minglang’s formidable strength and once again seeing the Flying Sword coming to kill, he decisively hid behind the vast Army of Evil Creatures, using their bodies as flesh shields to mitigate the Sword Might!
Seeing this, Zhu Minglang was in no rush. If these Demonic Beasts were to surge towards the manor, it would be somewhat difficult to slay them one by one since there were so many people in the Sword Manor that needed protection…
Zhu Minglang and the Sword Spirit Dragon achieved a Dragon Heart Thought Union. The valley was deep and filled with thousands of Demonic Beasts. They were climbing up through the trees, cliffs, and ridges, slowly making their way upwards. This path was the only entrance to the Sword Sect’s territory, stretching out like a multitude of sinister centipedes crawling up the manor.
“Let the sword dance like dragons and serpents!”
Zhu Minglang guided with his fingertips, paired with the Spiritual Sense of the Sword Spirit Dragon, clearly distinguishing the locations of the Demonic Beasts and foreseeing their attempts to dodge!
The sword left Long Valley, serpentine like a dragon or a snake, as sword shadows trailed, pulling along a trail that was utterly captivating.
Most people couldn’t see the blade of the Sword Spirit Dragon or even realize it had pierced through the bodies of the Demonic Beasts. Some of the creatures that were struck right through the heart didn’t even notice.
They could only see the sword marks and the trail left behind, as it passed through the bodies of one Demonic Beast after another, threading them like needles. Soon, bursts of blood blossomed like a splendid red flower mist throughout Long Valley, creating a twisting path of blood that was shocking to witness.
One after another, the Demonic Beasts fell. The sword strike Zhu Minglang displayed was like practicing with puppets in Long Valley, but puppets are puppets, and Demonic Beasts are Demonic Beasts. Despite the beasts’ fast speed and some having thick scales, they turned out to be even more fragile than the wooden stakes!
To cut down the Demonic Beasts summoned by Summoning Demon Masters as if they were just wooden stakes??
Those Demon Guards, monstrous beings with multiple heads and arms, would require a Herculean effort for a Disciple to defeat, yet before Zhu Minglang, they were no match at all!
In Long Valley, a swath of Demonic Beasts had fallen, and blood flowed, forming several red streams, creating a fearsome scene that filled the Summoning Demon Masters with dread.
“This…this…” Lín Zhong looked at the scene, somewhat at a loss for words.
The strength of Brother Zhu was so formidable—and to think he had downplayed it before!
“Hiding behind the Army of Evil Creatures will do you no good, Firefly Swordsmanship – Coiling Dragon!”
Zhu Minglang commanded the Sword with his thoughts. After the Sword Spirit Dragon threaded its way through the enemy ranks to kill, it instantly soared into the sky above Long Valley. Then, he saw the Sword Spirit Dragon ripple out golden Sword Flames, like countless twinkling stars, densely scattered across the sky!
All of the Sword Flames began to rotate with the Sword Spirit Dragon itself, forming an extremely shocking fiery Sword Array. The Sword Array started coiling like an ascending Azure Dragon, and those golden Firefly Sword glints transformed into the scales of the Coiling Dragon!
The Sword Light was vast, and as the golden Firefly spun during the process, it executed a decimating sweep of the myriad of Demonic Beasts that surged up within Long Valley!
The Army of Evil Creatures standing in front of the Barbarian Demon Savage met with disaster; gradually, the entire Firefly Coiling Dragon Sword Array became stained with blood red. It moved slowly, not dissipating until it reached the mountain lake nearby.
The massive Horde of Demonic Beasts seemed to have been purged in an instant. Atop the mountain platform, stood a man, proud and alone, with the Spirit Sword floating, having slain thousands without a splatter of blood, while Zhu Minglang’s attire remained untouched by even a speck of dust!
All members of the Summoning Demon Sect hid in the mountain forests. One by one, they watched the Long Valley, covered in extreme disarray, with horror, and when their gaze returned to the “no-name” on the mountain platform, they were already trembling to the core!
Which Sword Immortal from the White Robe Sword Sect was this, able to withstand thousands of their Summoning Demon Sect’s Demonic Beasts all alone!!
Weren’t all the experts supposed to have left the mountain? From whence did this Spirit Sword Immortal appear!!
Meanwhile, at the White Robe Sword Manor, those retreating Sword Masters were equally dumbstruck. They looked at their own swords; some were also Sword Masters from the Flying Sword Sect…
But what he wielded was a true Flying Sword, their own swords being no different from mud pellet slingshots in the face of Demonic Beasts!
In the air, Ye Youying rode on the Big Black Peng, her beautiful cheeks overwhelmed with shock as she looked at Zhu Minglang.
Just a moment ago, Ye Youying had felt how insignificant and helpless she was.
She couldn’t do anything, unable to stop the Summoning Demon Sect from slaughtering the White Robe Sword Sect. Caught between the clash of two powers, her resistance felt as futile as that of a mosquito.
The more powerless she felt, the more she realized how important it was to be able to control the overall situation.
Only Ye Youying had never imagined that this person could, with a single Sword, annihilate all the Demonic Beasts of the Summoning Demon Sect!
She could hardly believe just how powerful this person was!
There he stood on the mountain platform, dazzlingly brilliant, like the moon in the sky, while the hordes of Demonic Beasts and Summoning Demon Masters were no different from bugs and ants!!
“Still not giving up? Then, I suppose I must showcase a bit of my true skill,” Zhu Minglang glanced over at everyone from the Summoning Demon Sect.
They were still summoning Demonic Beasts, and this time the creatures they called forth were even stronger and more numerous than before.
All the Swordsmen from the Sword Sect wearing white robes were left speechless.
Could it be that the earth-shattering, soul-stirring Swords displayed by this Sword God were merely a warm-up!!!