CHAPTER 980: CHAPTER 551: NASCENT SOUL TALISMAN AND VOID NETHER STONE

Zhao stood in place, smiling without taking the opportunity to strike.

Sili Qiu saw this, his expression turned ruthless. He suddenly bit his tongue, letting a mouthful of crimson essence blood splash onto the gold sword in his hand.

In an instant, the mighty Dragon Head sword was enveloped in a bloody glow, and leaped into the air. At the same time, the sword body shrank dramatically, transforming into a golden flying sword more than an inch long, exuding a strong blood-colored light.

After absorbing the tongue blood, the Sword Light surged explosively, and the dragon heads on the sword hilt suddenly opened their eyes, within which two clusters of blood flames "ignited." Then, a sharp Sword Intent rose from within the Spirit Sword to the sky.

After the Sword Intent merged with the blood light, a blood-colored Qiu shadow with raised scales and claws instantly formed around the sword, greatly enhancing the spiritual nature of the sword, faintly showing the special might of a Magical Treasure.

This unusual phenomenon immediately shocked the Chen Family young and old, with many involuntarily gasping, and someone even directly shouted out "Bloodline Spiritual Device," "Magic Treasure Prototype," and similar cries.

Since Sili Qiu had unveiled his trump card technique, he naturally wouldn’t hesitate further. With a single hand, he pointed at Zhao Sheng and let out a low "Go."

The Dragon Head Flying Sword enveloped in blood light "whizzed" forth, swiftly shooting towards Zhao Sheng. Wherever it passed, the air was repelled into a vacuum by the Sword Intent, the blood-colored Sword Light easily carving a long sword mark over three feet deep on the platform below.

On the other side of the platform, Zhao Sheng slightly squinted his eyes, as if the glaring Sword Light cutting through the void scalded his eyeballs.

At this moment, he had a premonition in his mind, that he was already locked on by the Dragon Head Sword, and no matter where he fled, he couldn’t escape the thunderous strike of this sword.

Thus it seemed, Sili Qiu had long been in tune with the Heart Intent of the Dragon Head Sword, adeptly wielding it like an extension of his own arm, where his gaze directed, the sword edge inevitably followed.

On the White Jade High Platform, several Golden Core Masters watching the scene frowned as Chen Daqian and others saw Sili Qiu expend heavy Primordial Qi to employ his ultimate killing technique, feeling his actions somewhat over the top.

It was merely a regular sparring session, yet Sili Qiu used such a life-decisive forbidden swordsmanship, clearly showing a willingness to resort to any means for victory.

Just as everyone was tense, with Sili Qiu seeming to hold the winning hand, Zhao Sheng suddenly raised the corner of his mouth slightly, flipped his right hand, and grasped the hilt of the thousand-year-old Thunder Wood Sword.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Sheng did not dodge, but held the sword horizontally before his chest, launching a seemingly leisurely but swift strike towards the descending Dragon Head Sword.

In a flash, wind and thunder erupted, Electric Light pierced the darkness. The Thunder Wood Sword wrapped in Electric Light easily broke through the blood light, tearing apart the Blood Flood Dragon, the sword tip skillfully aligning with the center of the Dragon Head Sword’s sword body.

At the same instant, threads of Electric Light containing Tribulation Thunder Energy struck the Dragon Head Sword, immediately destroying every strand of Divine Sense refined into the sword.

The Dragon Head Sword suddenly emitted a shrill sword cry, then was struck away, falling far onto the ground, wriggling like a dying fish, struggling to rise.

But as the blood light Qiu shadow encircling the sword body rapidly collapsed, the Dragon Head Sword quickly went motionless, unable to respond to the owner’s call.

Puh!

Sili Qiu felt a sharp pain from his Divine Soul, then spewed a mouthful of fresh blood as his nascent Divine Sense was severely wounded.

Zhao Sheng reversed the sword’s hilt, stood with the sword on his back, and calmly looked at his opponent not far away, seeming to have secured victory.

Yet very few noticed at this moment, a subtle cracking sound came from the thousand-year-old Thunder Wood Sword, followed by a long crack traversing the sword body, slowly extending from the sword tip to the hilt.

Instantly, the thousand-year-old Thunder Wood Sword lost all its brilliance, almost reverting to an ordinary mundane object.

In order to severely damage the Dragon Head Sword, the residual Tribulation Thunder Energy within the Thunder Wood Sword had been fully expelled by Zhao Sheng’s casting.

With the Tribulation Thunder Energy depleted, this thousand-year-old Thunder Wood Sword was close to complete destruction.

Screech!

The golden giant eagle, seeing its owner seriously injured, promptly let out an anxious eagle cry, flapping its huge wings repeatedly, sending hundreds of golden eagle feathers shooting out like sharp flying swords, covering more than half of the platform.

In the next second, the giant eagle folded its wings and rapidly flew above its owner’s head, its pair of golden eagle eyes fixed firmly on the opponent, ready to fend off any attack.

Zhao Sheng waved his sleeve, scattering seven or eight Sword Lights, and struck down the incoming eagle feathers one by one. Upon seeing the giant eagle guarding its master, he could not help but nod silently.

"Brother Qiu, we have fought several rounds without determining a victor. How about ending this battle in a draw?" Zhao Sheng smiled slightly and suddenly spoke aloud.

Sili Qiu wiped away the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth, showing a face full of unwillingness, ready to summon his remaining strength for another three hundred rounds against that nasty kid.

Just at this moment, Sili Wuwo on the high platform suddenly spoke: "Qiu’er, stop! Do not let a slight desire for victory damage the harmony between the two families."

As he spoke, a vast glow rolled down, wrapping Sili Qiu’s body, instantly bringing him back to Sili Wuwo’s side.

"Uncle... um!" Sili Qiu, still unwilling to admit defeat, wanted to argue a few words, but as he spoke two words, a stream of Mana sealed all of his body’s vital points.

"Mr. Qian, congratulations on your Chen Family producing another exceptional genius. This child’s future accomplishments are likely not less than Feihong Venerable," Situ Wuo looked at Zhao Sheng stepping down from the platform, his eyes flashed with brilliance before turning to smile at Chen Daqian.

"Brother Wuwo flatters me. How can this child compare with our ancestor? If he can smoothly break through to the Golden Core in the future, it would already be a blessing from heaven. As for the Nascent Soul Realm, none of us have any certainty of breaking through, let alone this child!" Chen Daqian replied with a smiling face.