usatvline Chapter 1377
Chapter 1377
The moment Li Wanshan's sword aura shattered, his spiritual energy suddenly resonated with heaven and earth, and he seemed to transform into the ruler of this airspace.
The clear sky darkened at a visible speed, and the dark clouds surged and gathered like boiling ink, covering the sky and the sun in less than three breaths.
A fierce wind swept in from all directions, lifting up the blue bricks and paving stones in the courtyard. Fallen leaves and pebbles condensed in mid-air into a vortex as thick as a water bucket, with faint blue-gold law patterns pulsating at the center of the vortex—proof that the cultivators of the Other Shore Realm had touched the laws of heaven and earth.
"Boy, let me show you the true power of the Other Shore Realm!" Li Wanshan's hair and beard bristled, his longsword raised high above his head, the spiritual patterns on the blade connecting with the spiritual energy in the dark clouds. "The wind and clouds are at my command, heaven and earth are my drive!"
As the shout fell, thousands of wind blades suddenly descended from the dark clouds. These wind blades were no ordinary objects; their blades were wrapped in azure-gold light of law, and upon landing, they could carve half-foot-deep trenches in the blue bricks.
Even more terrifying was that they were interconnected, interwoven into a vast cyan-gold net that covered the entire Long family mansion. Tiny spatial cracks pulsed at the mesh of the net, and even the air itself was being sliced with a sharp "sizzling" sound. If an ordinary cultivator at the Divine Bridge Realm were caught in this net, they would probably be instantly torn to pieces.
Long Qingyao collapsed to the ground, her Dao Palace Realm spiritual power almost solidified under the pressure of such laws.
She could clearly feel her blood surging, her throat tasted sweet, and she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand to cover her face. She could only watch helplessly as the net of death slowly descended.
Long Mingyuan struggled to get up, but was pressed to the ground by an invisible wind pressure. The broken sword in his chest pierced in half again, and blood soaked through his clothes and onto the stone steps.
Qin He stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering in the wind, the shadow of his bamboo hat obscuring most of his face, revealing only a section of his cold, hard jaw.
He gazed at the overwhelming net of wind blades, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Wind and cloud techniques? Nothing more than a crude trick to borrow the power of heaven and earth."
Before he finished speaking, a blinding crimson lightning suddenly erupted from his palm.
A purple-black lightning serpent shot out from his palm, soaring into the sky with a destructive force, tearing apart the gale-force winds in its wake.
"You can command the winds and clouds, and I can shatter them—this is the domineering nature of thunder!"
Crimson lightning condensed in mid-air into a lightning spear over ten feet long, with dark golden true demon patterns dancing at its tip.
Qin He stepped to the side, blocking Long Qingyao's path. His wide black robe completely enveloped the girl, isolating her from the pressure of the laws outside.
With a flick of his wrist, the lightning spear, accompanied by a deafening roar, crashed straight into the net of wind blades.
The laws of thunder and wind collided violently in mid-air.
Wherever the crimson lightning passed, the azure-gold wind blades shattered, transforming into chaotic currents of spiritual energy. The moment the lightning spear tore through the wind net, it also ripped a huge gash in the dark clouds overhead, allowing sunlight to stream through and cast dappled shadows on the ground.
Li Wanshan felt his arm go numb, and an overwhelming force of shock came from the longsword. His tiger's mouth split open instantly, and blood dripped down the hilt of the sword.
"This is impossible!" Li Wanshan's pupils shrank sharply. His Wind and Cloud Technique had once severely injured a cultivator of the same level, but now it had been easily broken by a junior in the Divine Bridge Realm.
Before he could think further, Qin He's figure had already transformed into a streak of blood-red lightning, appearing before him in an instant—it was a spatial leap that transcended the realm of movement techniques, another application of the laws.
Qin He formed his five fingers into claws, with tiny crackling lightning crackling around the tips, aiming straight for Li Wanshan's vital chest.
In his haste to parry, Li Wanshan raised his sword to block, but a crisp "crack" was heard, and his superior-grade spiritual treasure longsword, which had been with him for many years, was crushed like a withered branch.
Crimson lightning spread along the broken sword, instantly entangling his body. The violent energy surged into his spiritual sea through his meridians, triggering a violent surge of spiritual power.
"Ah!" Li Wanshan let out a shrill scream, his body trembling violently in the lightning, his skin scorched black.
He was thrown backward by the immense force, crashing heavily into the vermilion gate of the Long family mansion. The gate shattered with a deafening roar, and he fell into the courtyard behind it, spitting out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. His aura instantly weakened to the extreme, and he didn't even have the strength to get up.
With just one move, Li Wanshan, who was in the Other Shore Realm, was severely injured.
The whole place was dead silent.
The Li family cultivators' hands, which were holding weapons, froze in mid-air. The remaining elderly, weak, women, and children of the Long family forgot to cry. Even the two demonic beasts watching from afar shrank into the corner, not daring to make a sound.
All eyes were focused on the black-robed figure, filled with disbelief—the Divine Bridge Realm crushing the Other Shore Realm, this was a strange tale they had never heard of in their lives!
"What domineering power of thunder!" A gasp came from the gray mist, and two figures slowly emerged. The black veils hanging from the edges of their hats concealed their faces, but they exuded the same pressure of the Other Shore Realm as Li Wanshan.
The man on the left raised his hand and waved, a gentle surge of spiritual energy smoothing out the turbulent energy currents in the air. "It is truly rare for someone so young to possess such strength."
The man on the right interjected, "The Long family has a thousand-year history; they must possess many secret treasures. Rather than letting these remnants waste resources, why don't the three of us turn hostility into friendship and divide the spoils together? You take the lion's share, and the other two will each take thirty percent. How does that sound?"
Li Wanshan lay on the ground, and upon hearing the words "divide the secret treasure," a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, but he ultimately dared not refute them. He knew very well that he was now a cripple and had no right to challenge the black-robed man before him.
At this moment, a glimmer of hope ignited in Long Mingyuan's eyes as he desperately tried to protect his people.
He watched Qin He's retreating figure, his Adam's apple bobbing twice. The words of pleading he wanted to say stuck in his throat—savior or demon, they were all after the Long family's secret treasure.
Long Qingyao gripped the tattered hem of her skirt tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, her face drained of color.
"Divide it up?" Qin He slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the two men from beneath his bamboo hat, letting out a low, sneer. "I've always preferred to do things alone. Either get out, or die."
"Arrogant!" The cultivator on the left roared, his spiritual energy activating the laws of the earth. The bluestone slab beneath his feet suddenly cracked, and countless stone spikes as thick as an arm burst forth from the ground. The tips of the stone spikes were wrapped in an earthy yellow halo of law light, and they pierced towards Qin He with the power to shatter mountains and split rocks.
The cultivator on the right simultaneously attacked, his fingertips forming pale blue water ripples that instantly transformed into a giant wave ten feet high, its crest surging with sharp water blades, creating a pincer attack with the stone spikes.
The two have worked together for many years, one representing earth and the other water, their laws complementing each other. This combined attack technique once severely injured a powerful enemy in the late stage of the Other Shore Realm.
Qin He stood motionless until the stone spikes and giant waves were within three feet of him, at which point he slowly raised his hand. Black demonic energy condensed in his palm into an ancient demonic shield, its surface engraved with ferocious demonic patterns. As the patterns rotated, they emitted an aura that devoured everything.
"Bang!" The stone spikes struck the magic shield and instantly shattered into dust.
The giant wave crashed down, only to be completely swallowed by the magic shield, without even a splash. Qin He flicked his wrist, and two condensed black demonic energies shot out from the edge of the shield like two black lightning bolts, heading towards the inner sea of their dantian.
"Pfft!" Both of them spat out blood at the same time, their bodies flying backward like kites with broken strings, crashing into the courtyard wall and sliding to the ground.
They clutched their chests, their eyes filled with horror—the opponent's demonic energy had not only shattered their spiritual power, but also carried a strange devouring force, which was eroding their foundation of laws.
If he hadn't managed to dodge the vital point of the inner sea at the last moment, he would be a cripple by now.
In another corner, Li Wanshan was filled with horror and dared not linger.
He struggled to his feet, ignoring his injuries, and transformed into a streak of green light, fleeing towards the city's outskirts. Seeing this, the Li family cultivators abandoned their armor and weapons, scattering and fleeing in all directions after him.
"Retreat!" The two cultivators at the Other Shore Realm staggered back to the horizon, their eyes fixed on the figure in the courtyard, but they dared not take another step forward.
They knew very well that if they continued fighting, they would not gain any advantage.
"They're damn weak. Even the three of them combined are no match for Li Linfeng's single hand!" Qin He clapped his hands, shook his head, ignored them, and turned to look at Long Mingyuan.
Long Mingyuan's lips trembled, and he was about to say something when Qin He's icy voice interrupted him: "Hand over the Long family's secret treasure."
He took two steps forward, his black robe sweeping across the bloodstains on the ground. His tone was calm yet carried an undeniable air of authority: "I only want the treasure, I won't take lives. Will you obediently hand it over to me, allowing your Long family to preserve its last bloodline; or will you wait for me to take action and then find it yourselves?"
Qin He paused, his gaze falling on the broken sword at Long Mingyuan's chest, and added, "A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime. With your current strength, guarding the treasure will only attract more wolves. Li Wanshan is just the first; many more will follow. A wise person knows how to choose."