Chapter 3060: Chapter 1580: Spring Wind Excels Holy Emperor, Treading on Coffin to Accept Surrender Who Dare Compete
Chapter 3060: Chapter 1580: Spring Wind Excels Holy Emperor, Treading on Coffin to Accept Surrender Who Dare Compete
“Bang!”
The lid of the coffin was firmly nailed shut.
With a shiver from Bai Yu, one side of the battlefield fell eerily silent.
The Godhood-Sealing Coffin, this trademark spiritual technique of the Holy Emperor Fengtian, represented the pinnacle understanding of sealing power.
Not just the physique, but the soul, the consciousness… once inside this coffin, there was utter stillness.
Mo Mo had studied this technique for a long time and had been scolded for just as long. While she couldn’t claim to have perfected it, she had certainly mastered it.
But to say that with the addition of the Statue of the Holy Emperor, she could easily capture a Sword Saint…
“Am I really that strong?”
Mo Mo pinched her palm, a strange expression crossing her pretty face.
Feng Yujin often nagged her that the most troublesome beings in the world were not demi-saints or Holy Emperors, but ancient swordsmen, especially those who had been called “Sovereign swordsman.”
Just a Sovereign swordsman… Mo Mo had asked why.
That haughty person, who often referred to himself as “this emperor,” had said:
“In the final age ruled by ancient swordsmen, any who can achieve the Sovereign stage are born freaks of nature.”
“In battling against those from the Spiritual Cultivation Void or demi-saints, you at least know their limits; there are boundaries, constraints.”
“But some Sovereign swordsmen have lost their limits.”
“You can never be sure if that battle will be their defining moment, whether you will become their stepping stone, or if they might ascend abruptly…”
“The next step for a Sovereign swordsman can be among the Seven Sword Deities, becoming a Sword Saint, and of course, some aim directly for the Emperor Realm, soaring high and glaring down at Ancestral Gods.”
When Feng Yujin spoke these words, an image seemed fixed in his mind.
Mo Mo felt that Feng Yujin said these things because he had been scared by a certain ancient swordsman named Bai, causing him a deep psychological trauma.
Feng Yujin didn’t deny it but merely continued:
“Ancient swordsmen, selected through the ages, can again be specifically divided into three types based on age.”
“Don’t provoke the young ancient swordsmen: youthful and impulsive, brimming with vigor, they’re the most likely to achieve sudden fame.”
“Don’t provoke the elderly ancient swordsmen either: old and passionate, hiding depth, you never know if driven into a corner, they might reveal their trump card and ascend to the gates of the Ancestral God, matching you one to one.”
“If you must provoke one, choose the middle-aged ancient swordsmen; this type has lost the sharpness of youth and yet lacks the accumulation of the old, even if they have been famous for a long time and trapped in worldly troubles, belonging in the lowest troughs… Strike, and you’ll find they have many concerns and can’t fully unleash their capabilities.”
Middle-aged crisis, huh… Thinking of some of the Seven Sword Deities, Mo Mo asked, what if it wasn’t a Sovereign swordsman, but a Sword Saint?
Feng Yujin simply shook his head and said they were unmanageable; a Sword Saint means a Sword Saint, each an ultra-powerful wolf in sheep’s skin, starting with the power of a Holy Emperor.
“The invincible Sword Saint!”
This planted a certain understanding in Mo Mo.
Today, that very belief was shattered by herself.
Middle-aged, Sword Saint, seemingly capable of reaching the second stage… This suddenly emerging ancient swordsman, between “deep troughs” and “invincibility,” held great instability.
Xu Xiaoshou merely offered one remote sword strike, which didn’t seem very powerful, yet he ended up caught in her Godhood-Sealing Coffin.
He must be an inexperienced Sword Saint, much like her inexperienced Spiritual Cultivator. I had the help of Feng Yujin, but he had weathered many more years, appearing somewhat imposing… Mo Mo gripped the Godhood-Sealing Coffin, turned her eyes towards Bai Yu, and confirmed:
“Do you know him?”
Bai Yu shook his head in fear.
He had been captured by the Holy Emperor Fengtian before, but this was the first time he’d seen this young girl take action.
Was she really so strong, able to capture an invincible Sword Saint of the same realm in one fell swoop?
The Fengdu Sword that had suddenly descended from the sky earlier, was it one of her trump cards?
Yes…
The Holy Emperor Fengtian knew the Eighth Sword Immortal.
That sword must have been left to this young girl by the Eighth Sword Immortal to save her life.
But it didn’t seem strong, so how could a single strike suppress that Sword Saint to death?
—Could it be that Mo Mo was just too strong?
“I don’t know him.”
Although Bai Yu was puzzled that the Sword Saint seemed to have many countermeasures in the end that he didn’t use,
he still confirmed with certainty, “I know all the Sword Saints, but this one, I’m sure I’ve never seen!”
A nobody… Mo Mo concluded this, realizing she wasn’t that strong either, capable only of capturing an unknown character.
But the odd feeling in her heart couldn’t be wiped away.
There was at least one point that couldn’t be explained:
If not strong, how could he have ascended to Sword Saint? Could it be boosted by spiritual medicine?
She thought no more, turning her head to look at the other side of the battlefield.
Feng Yujin was staring blankly at her, at the Godhood-Sealing Coffin in her hand, with a look of rushing to help but then realizing it wasn’t necessary.
The expression was one-third startled, one-third shocked, and one-fourth doubtful, as if to say, you’ve reached such heights, capable of challenging a Sword Saint alone?
Mo Mo curved the corner of her eyes, raised the Godhood-Sealing Coffin in her hands, and crisply declared:
“Captured.”
…
Crack!
The turtle shell cracked.
Its spiritual quality completely lost, all its power entirely sealed.
As the state slowly transferred to the Substitute Turtle, personally refined by her elder sister to protect her, Yue Gongli, lying prone on the ground, suddenly opened her eyes.
Boom—
Purple evil energy surged forth, no hand seals needed, and as Yue Gongli rose from the dust, a colossal monstrous figure instantly formed.
“Descend, Cursed Yin Evil God!”
The huge three-headed, six-armed purple-haired monster appeared again but didn’t launch an immediate attack and instead reached out to protect Yue Gongli.