Chapter 177: Chapter 94: Don’t Take Me With You

In the blink of an eye, it had already collided with the swift sword light.

As they met, a metallic CLANG rang out.

The sword light, blocked, suddenly soared into the air before shooting toward the youth once more.

The youth stood with one hand behind his back. With his free hand, he flicked his index finger, sending out streams of Sword Qi that struck the body of the sword.

The Treasure Sword, damaged, let out a mournful cry. It flipped once in the air and flew back into the nunnery.

“A fine sword!”

The youth praised aloud.

“To receive the Upper Envoy’s praise is an honor. I am humbled. It is a pity my Power is so meager that I can only unleash a fraction of the Divine Sword’s true might.”

Just then, a middle-aged nun in a gray robe walked out of the nunnery. Her face was ashen and her cheeks were gaunt, but her eyes were exceptionally bright.

“So, you’re the so-called Sword Holder of Mount Emei?”

the youth asked coolly.

“I dare not presume to take the title of Sword Holder. My name is Liao Jing. Greetings, sir. Amitabha Buddha.”

The nun lowered her head slightly, reciting the Buddha’s name as she pressed her palms together in a bow.

“You do carry the air of an eminent monk. However, I detest monks, and nuns are no different.”

A wicked smile touched the youth’s lips. His figure blurred as he suddenly attacked Master Liao Jing.

“Sword, to me!”

Liao Jing’s eyes snapped open, a sharp light flashing within them as the longsword fell into her hand.

Then, treading the Seven Stars Step, she brandished her sword, unleashing exquisite Sword Techniques to meet the wicked youth.

“Fine Sword Techniques. A pity you’ve only grasped half their essence.”

The youth calmly parried her Sword Techniques with his palm, his body retreating slightly. True Qi suffused his hand, showing no fear of the Divine Sword’s sharp edge.

“It is everyone’s duty to eliminate demons and heretics!”

“Everyone, attack together!”

A sudden roar like a clap of thunder erupted from atop the wall. An old man appeared, his hair and beard bristling with rage. He held a thick Dragon Head Saber and slashed horizontally through the air, sending a wave of Sword Qi chopping straight at the youth.

At the same time, seven or eight more Martial Artists appeared on the wall, all in different attire. There were Monks, Daoists, and even a middle-aged woman in a modern tracksuit.

Without a word, they all unleashed their ultimate techniques and charged at the youth.

The youth’s pupils constricted slightly, but his face remained calm and fearless.

With a blur of motion, he met and parried all of their Techniques.

The newcomers were all experts on par with Master Liao Jing, and their weapons were naturally extraordinary.

Immense power erupted from their every gesture. Each Technique possessed the force to shatter metal and pierce stone.

In an instant, the courtyard was filled with crisscrossing Powerful Qi and blasts of True Qi, shattering the surrounding walls.

’Holy shit, can’t you guys aim any better?’

Zhao Rui, whose arm was already aching unbearably, cursed silently as he lay on the ground. Powerless to move, all he could do was pray that the stray sword lights and Sword Qi wouldn’t hit him.

RIIIP!

’My pants ripped!’

Growing more frantic, Zhao Rui urged his True Qi to assault his sealed acupoints. The frequent attempts made the system’s copying speed increase exponentially.

The progress bar was gradually approaching ninety percent.

Meanwhile, after a fierce battle, the youth had finally lost his earlier nonchalance and was growing flustered.

“Fine, fine. It seems I’ve underestimated you.”

The youth sneered, a divine light flashing in his eyes as he suddenly burst into loud laughter.

Instantly, an indescribable Sound Wave blasted out in all directions.

The attackers scattered, each using a Technique to shield themselves.

At the same time, they channeled energy into their weapons, which transformed into streams of light that crossed and clashed with a crisp ringing sound.

They all struck at the youth in unison.

The youth’s eyes narrowed. He thrust out both palms, about to strike the weapons aside, when a figure suddenly attacked from behind at extreme speed.

He didn’t detect the strange stealth technique until the attacker was just two feet away.

At such a close distance, with numerous Divine Weapons still attacking from the front…

Even the youth, for all his usual unflappable calm, showed a flash of panic.

SQUELCH!

A long, thin weapon shaped like a Steel Awl plunged into his chest from behind.

“Aaargh!”

A shrill cry of pain rang out. The youth sprayed a mouthful of blood, and his Sound Wave Divine Skill stopped abruptly.

“I underestimated your ambition!”

The youth swept aside the others’ Divine Weapons with a wave of his palm. He retreated explosively, his cold gaze fixed on the one who had just ambushed him.

It was the elderly attendant who had been at his side all along.

Apparently, that earlier palm strike hadn’t seriously injured him.

“Upper Envoy, however great my ambition, it pales in comparison to yours. Why can’t you just stay in your own lands?”

The old man watched the youth with a cold stare.

“You think you’ve got me cornered?”

The youth clutched his chest, where he had already pressed his acupoints to stop the bleeding.

“Om… ma… ni… pad… me… hum…”

“Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, practicing the profound Prajna Paramita…”

Just then, eighteen eminent monks with white hair and beards emerged from all sides, chanting scriptures in unison.

Their voices, laced with True Qi, transformed into flowing notes that filled the entire space.

The youth’s face was pale. His figure flickered as he tried to flee, but Liao Jing blocked him with a Divine Sword Secret Skill.

The others swarmed forward, and the battle was joined once more.

This time, aided by the Buddha’s Voice, the youth could no longer use his Demon Sound. Coupled with his severe injuries, his Power had already waned.

After only a few moments, a monk saw an opening and viciously struck him in the back with a mace.

The blow ruptured the youth’s internal organs. If not for his unparalleled Divine Skill, he would have been killed instantly.

“It’ll take more than you to keep me here!”

A black light suddenly shone in the youth’s eyes. His figure grew as ethereal as mist, on the verge of fading away completely.

“Divine Sword, Cleanse the Sky!”

Liao Jing shouted. The longsword in her hand flew into the air, followed by a string of Buddha Beads thrown by another nun.

The two met in mid-air. With a flick of the longsword, the Buddha Beads scattered like meteors to twelve different positions, perfectly surrounding the youth.

“Everyone, lend me your strength!”

At Liao Jing’s words, the others each found a position by one of the Buddha Beads and sat down cross-legged.

Channeling power through their palms from a distance, they urged the Buddha Beads to emit streams of unknown divine light.

As the divine light shone upon the Divine Sword, it erupted with boundless radiance.

The youth was horrified. Before he could react, the Buddha Beads had all embedded themselves in his body.

“You can’t hold me!”

The youth roared, barely managing to circulate his power to resist the force of the Buddha Beads. At the same time, with a flash of lightning speed, he shot out of the area enveloped by the sword light.

He snatched Zhao Rui up from the ground and leaped off the cliff.

’Holy shit, you bastard! If you want to fucking jump off a cliff, don’t drag me with you!’

Zhao Rui, who saw his copy progress reach ninety-seven percent, could only watch in horror, his eyes wide.

Unfortunately, his silent curses could do nothing to stop their descent.

The wind rushing past his ears grew ever more violent.

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