Chapter 46: The Heavenly Sacred Sword Technique Fells the Azure Dragon

This time, the woman arrived with such astonishing speed that there was no chance to flee again. Amidst the chaos, Bai Mu, without knowing where his courage came from, seized the moment when the woman was caught off guard and, puckering his lips, planted a kiss right on her face.

The woman had been preoccupied with teasing him, never expecting this handsome youth before her to act so brazenly. By the time she realized what was happening, his bold, masculine lips had already pressed against her delicate, peach-blossom cheeks. A faint scent of orchid filled her breath, the softness and elasticity of her cheek carrying the fragrance of her body straight to Bai Mu’s nose, and he was instantly thrown into confusion, his mind reeling.

Poor Bai Mu, his first kiss was inevitably given to this woman who was quick to use her fists at the slightest provocation. Yet, on second thought, it wasn’t a loss for Bai Mu; after all, her beauty was nearly on par with Ling Yan’s.

“Scoundrel!”

She stood stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly cursed as if waking from a dream. At the same time, she reached out in fury, clearly intending to strike Bai Mu, her anger now truly uncontained.

This time, the woman in white was far less gentle than before. Her angry curses barely finished before she formed her fingers into a sword and jabbed at Bai Mu’s abdomen, moving with astonishing speed. Fueled by rage, she used over half her strength in the attack; had it connected, it might have pierced him through on the spot.

Terrified, Bai Mu twisted his waist like a slippery fish, narrowly dodging her strike, then retreated fluidly, warning loudly, “Fairy, if you press me any further, I’ll have to fight back!”

“Oh? I’d very much like to see what you’re made of, you lecher! How dare you wield the Azure Dragon Sword and trespass alone into our Temple of the Abyss!”

As she spoke, she quietly gathered her true spiritual energy, rapidly forming a barrier that enveloped her shapely figure. By the look of it, she was ready to withstand a blow from the Azure Dragon Sword.

Having just taken some advantage of her, Bai Mu felt a twinge of guilt in his heart.

But given the urgent situation and her relentless pursuit, he had no choice but to set aside his pride, slowly drawing the Azure Dragon Sword and concentrating thirty percent of his strength in his sword hand. With a loud shout, he slashed at her.

The power behind this sword was not overwhelming; Bai Mu, kind-hearted as he was, used just thirty percent of his strength, aiming only to drive her back, not to harm. Yet, the ancient sword he wielded was a sacred weapon imbued with the soul of the Azure Dragon, its blade carrying the aura of a primordial monarch. Thus, even with only thirty percent of his power, the ancient energy gathered and took the form of a massive dragon, roaring as it surged toward the woman in white and her radiant barrier.

She watched the sword-formed dragon rush toward her and let out a cold, dismissive laugh, her eyes brimming with contempt, as if this powerful sword energy was beneath her notice. Her effortless creation of the barrier certainly suggested she was not an opponent to be underestimated.

When the dragon was three meters from her, she calmly extended her slender hand, forming a sword seal with her right hand at lightning speed, holding it before her chest and chanting loudly: “Mountain of Floating Jade, Abyss as Spirit, Heavenly Saint Sword Seal, aid me in vanquishing evil—now!”

When she finished, she made no other move but flicked her right hand upward. From the Shaoshang point on her index finger, a surge of force erupted, spilling from the barrier in a flash.

This power condensed rapidly into a sharp giant sword before her, which met Bai Mu’s sword-formed dragon head-on.

One transformed sword into a dragon; the other forged energy into a sword—both were extraordinary feats. But on closer inspection, the woman’s sword seal appeared superior.

After all, Bai Mu wielded the ancient sacred Azure Dragon Sword. Even in the hands of an ordinary person, it could unleash devastating attacks. As a true son of the gods, Bai Mu had not received systematic sword training, but years of cultivation with his master Bai Ze meant his power was sufficient to bring forth the sword’s might; thus, transforming sword energy into a dragon was only natural.

Yet, the woman’s cultivation was astonishing. She appeared about the same age as Ling Yan, perhaps even younger.

Judging by her speed, she already possessed the bearing of a master. Especially her sword seal, which transformed energy into a sword—perhaps even the Sword Immortal Xuan Yuan would struggle to perform such a feat with ease!

It was clear her skill in swordsmanship was rare, even among the entire Wildlands.

Bang…

The two different sword energies collided at once.

The massive sword-energy dragon, which had charged forward, was forcefully blocked in mid-air by the giant sword conjured by the woman in white. The roar of sword energy echoed endlessly, and the dragon’s howls shook the heavens.

No matter how the dragon struggled, it could not advance an inch further, as if the giant sword had become an insurmountable chasm.

The woman stood within her barrier, remarkably composed, utterly unfazed by the fierce standoff between the two sword energies.

Bai Mu, however, was far less calm. Since he had only used thirty percent of his strength, the collision generated enough recoil to nearly knock him off his feet. Alarmed, he quickly infused another twenty percent of his power into the sword energy, barely stabilizing the situation.

As the saying goes, “He who strikes first gains the advantage; he who strikes later is subject to another’s will.” Bai Mu, having underestimated his opponent, lost the initiative and could only defend desperately, unable to mount an attack.

It was a pity—though he held the ancient Azure Dragon Sword, his ignorance of sword seals and other techniques prevented him from fully unleashing its sacred power, a truly lamentable waste.

The two sword energies held each other in a deadlock for a quarter of an hour. The woman in white seemed unwilling to play with Bai Mu any longer.

She grinned, pointing her right hand—fingers as a sword—at her conjured sword energy. White spiritual power poured forth, surging from the hilt into the intangible giant sword.