Chapter 257 - Fire Source Palace, Dharma Treasure Sword (3)
Everything was meant to lure me here?
“Boom—”
In the distance, a cloud turned into a cloud pillar and smashed down.
Wang Luosheng gritted his teeth and shouted, “Shen Ziqian.”
Bai Tianyue and Shen Ziqian, two half-step Heaven Realm experts, had come. If not for him, who else could it be?
Holding the Cloud Dragon Sword, Wang Luosheng said in a low voice, “Senior, I’m afraid we’re going to have a tough battle today.”
His voice trailed off as the Cloud Dragon Sword vibrated.
This made his face turn pale instantly.
He turned around and saw an old man in a black robe standing on the distant mountain.
“Daoist Yun He.”
Three half-step Heaven Realm experts!
Is the Ethereal Dao Sect preparing to destroy the Fire Source Palace in one go? Wang Luosheng wondered.
They’re not using us as whetstones anymore?
We have survived because we are treated as whetstones for the disciples of the Ethereal Dao Sect. Although the Fire Source Palace is a disgrace, at least it has continued to pass on its traditions.
Why is this person from the Ethereal Dao Sect determined to destroy the Fire Source Palace today?
Wang Luosheng stood there, sword Qi condensing on his body.
Since he was going to die today, he would fight to his heart’s content.
The Cloud Dragon Sword in his hand seemed to sense his thoughts and kept trembling. Sword light scattered and mixed with the sword intent on his body.
Strangely, the three half-step Heaven Realm experts of the Ethereal Dao Sect did not attack immediately. They slowly surrounded him.
Not all their attention was on Wang Luosheng.
“Palace Master—”
At this moment, Yu Yize shouted from below and flew over, the sword in his hand colliding with a half-step Heaven Realm expert.
“Palace Master, leave!”
Yu Yize blamed himself for inviting the Palace Master.
This was clearly a trap.
A trap specially set by the Ethereal Dao Sect for the Fire Source Palace Master.
He was the stupidest to ask the Palace Master to come here.
He only hoped that his strike would create a chance for the Palace Master to flee
although he knew that he was nothing in the eyes of a half-step Heaven Realm expert.
Indeed, he was nothing. Facing Yu Yize’s sword, the Daoist with a flying knife did not change his expression and only flicked the flying knife out.
The flying dagger flashed and slashed down on Yu Yize’s head.
Wang Luosheng wanted to save him, but he was helpless.
Bai Tianyue’s flying dagger was too fast for him to grasp.
Seeing the saber light slashing down, Wang Luosheng turned his head regretfully.
“Clang—”
There was a shock.
Then there was a roar.
The other half-step Heaven Realm experts on the other two sides moved towards Bai Tianyue.
Wang Luosheng turned around and saw two figures suppressing Bai Tianyue.
The man had two swords, and sword light scattered. Bai Tianyue was unable to resist at all. He could only rely on his powerful spiritual energy to transform into a light barrier.
Under the sword light, the light barrier shattered in a fraction of a second.
Outside this sword light was a green-robed old man. He had a fire-condensed sword in his hand that was firmly resisting Bai Tianyue’s flying knife, preventing him from summoning it back.
“Kid Han, can you do it?”
Patriarch Tao Ran shouted and the fire sword in his hand cracked.
“If you can’t do it, let me deal with him.”
The large sword in his hand condensed into a long sword again, freezing the flying dagger in front of him.
On the other side, Han Muye, who had shattered the light barrier with his two swords, laughed loudly. His two swords crossed, and a fire dragon enveloped the half-step Heaven Realm cultivator in front of him.
So what if he was a half-step Heaven Realm expert? Could he fight two people alone?
The fire dragon exploded. Bai Tianyue’s entire body was charred. His hair and beard were burned, and only a few wisps of his clothes remained.
His tragic appearance made Patriarch Tao Ran laugh loudly, and the sword in his hand slashed down ruthlessly.
“Clang—”
The green flying dagger was repelled by the sword, and cracks appeared on the blade.
The owner of the flying dagger, a half-step Heaven Realm cultivator who had just been attacked by Han Muye, spat out a mouthful of blood and turned to escape.
His intrinsic spiritual weapon was injured. If he did not run, he would be killed.
Three half-step Heaven Realm experts were injured immediately.
All of this was done in a breath.
When Wang Luosheng reacted, he saw Han Muye and Patriarch Tao Ran standing side by side, confronting two half-step Heaven Realm cultivators.
A half-step Heaven Realm cultivator who was an enemy of the Ethereal Dao Sect!
If he didn’t seize this opportunity, Wang Luosheng would be the master of the Fire Source Palace in vain!
“Boom—”
Without hesitation, Wang Luosheng slashed the Cloud Dragon Sword at the black-robed Daoist Yun He.
Daoist Yun He’s expression was gloomy. The green feathered fan in his hand scattered a spiritual light that collided with the Cloud Dragon Sword.
Patriarch Tao Ran laughed loudly and thrusted the flame sword in his hand, shattering the cloud pillar around Shen Ziqian, the half-step Heaven Realm cultivator of the Ethereal Dao Sect.
Shen Ziqian raised his arms, and the spiritual light behind him turned into spears that collided with Patriarch Tao Ran’s sword.
Han Muye stood where he was and looked at the two battles in front of him.
He knew Patriarch Tao Ran’s strength very well. If he unleashed his full strength, he could injure the Ethereal Dao Sect’s half-step Heaven Realm expert in front of him.
Wang Luosheng’s cultivation was inferior.
There was an insurmountable gap between the eighth level of the Golden Core Realm and the peak of the Golden Core Realm.
Fortunately, he had a Dharma treasure sword that could make up for the difference.
Dharma treasure.
This was a true Dharma treasure-level sword.
Most of the power in this sword was not activated by Wang Luosheng, but by the long sword itself.
What Wang Luosheng did was to use his sword technique and draw the sword to fight.
He had seen the battle between Hong Chaoyang and Sword Master Yuan Tian. The strength of the Palace Master of the Fire Source Palace in front of him was really far inferior.
Moreover, Han Muye could tell that the Heavenly Dragon Sword Technique Wang Luosheng used was incomplete.
“Boom—”
Patriarch Tao Ran forced Shen Ziqian back with his sword and looked to the other side.
Using all his strength to strike with his sword, Wang Luosheng turned into an illusory dragon shadow.
The dragon shadow collided with Daoist Yun He’s jade fan and turned into nothingness.
The sword in Wang Luosheng’s hand was shaking and he could not hold it. It flew out of his hand.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and flew into the air.
He raised his hand and used a sword technique to support the flying Cloud Dragon Sword.
“Hum—”
Dazzling light flashed on the Cloud Dragon Sword.
The brilliance was so dazzling that everyone turned to look.
Wang Luosheng widened his eyes and looked at the Cloud Dragon Sword that had never been so dazzling.
“Cloud Dragon’s Three Appearances, Heavenly Dragon Incarnation, Boundless Heaven and Earth—”
Han Muye shouted and poured a sword intent into the Cloud Dragon Sword.
The Cloud Dragon Sword let out a long cry and transformed into a 10,000-foot-long dragon.
“Hum—”
The world shook.
This was the power on the Cloud Dragon Sword. It exceeded what the Fire Source World could withstand and was about to be expelled from this world.
Han Muye activated the sword technique in his hand. Before the Heaven and Earth powers could react, he slashed at Daoist Yun He’s head.
A 10,000-foot dragon, its long tail sweeping.
“Bam!”
Daoist Yun He was sent flying, turning into a big crane with a black back. He dragged his broken wings and flew away.
“Sky Dragon…”
Looking at the roaring dragon, Wang Luosheng muttered to himself, tears flickering in his eyes.
“Patriarch, are you back?”
“Boom—”
The lightning in the world and the impact of the dragon collided with the last half-step Heaven Realm cultivator of the Ethereal Dao Sect.
Shen Ziqian, who was suppressed by Patriarch Tao Ran, was scared out of his wits. He did not even have time to retract the condensed spears before turning around and fleeing.
If he did not escape, he would only die.
“Boom—”
Lightning exploded, and the dragon dissipated.
Han Muye raised his hand and gently held the hilt of the restored Cloud Dragon Sword.