Chapter 106: The Thunder Pearl
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Ni Zan’s gaze was sharp as a blade as he looked at Pang Yue and said, “Demonic Talisman Clone?”
“Demonic Talisman Clone,” Pang Yue nodded.
Ni Zan said, “I heard you once defeated the demon serpent He Miao with a single sword strike—truly your reputation is well-earned. However, the way you just bound Brother Wen’s hands was rather dishonorable, unbecoming of us cultivators.”
Pang Yue smiled wryly. “Let’s leave the idle talk behind; Brother Ni, please make your move.”
Ni Zan shook his head. “You sword cultivators really lack patience.”
With that, he reached out and swiped his hand; suddenly, three magical treasures materialized before him in the void.
A pair of scissors, a map, a banner, and a gate.
The scissors called Golden Flood Dragon, a first-tier magical treasure, with unparalleled power in battle.
The map named Rivers and Mountains was an exquisite artifact, Ni Zan’s life-bound treasure, destined to evolve into a true magical treasure.
The banner, Golden Glow, was also an exquisite artifact, containing countless sword energies of golden radiance.
The gate, Southern Heaven, an exquisite artifact capable of summoning celestial soldiers, with unparalleled utility.
Nearly half of the heritage-level magical treasures of the Chongxuan Sect now appeared before Pang Yue.
Ni Zan pointed at the Rivers and Mountains map, which instantly unfolded, transforming into a breathtaking landscape hundreds of feet long, shimmering with spiritual light.
He stepped into the landscape calmly and sat atop a mountain peak, unmoving.
“Brother Pang, please!” Ni Zan invited.
Pang Yue released a jet-black sword light that instantly slashed into the Rivers and Mountains map.
Yet, the fierce, lightning-like sword light slowed dramatically as it entered the map, stretching out like a slowly advancing black line extending toward Ni Zan.
Pang Yue frowned and sent out another sword light.
Similarly, this sword light also slowed upon entering the map.
Having cultivated the Way of the Transparent Sword Heart, Pang Yue sensed the cause at once.
The Rivers and Mountains map infinitely stretched space within, making Ni Zan, who seemed close, unreachable.
No matter how fast the flying swords were, striking Ni Zan was a prolonged ordeal!
“Impressive artifact!” Pang Yue couldn’t help but praise.
The Chongxuan Sect truly was a grand sect of forging, remarkable indeed.
“To strike without return is improper!” Ni Zan spoke.
The Golden Glow banner trembled, releasing countless golden sword lights that swarmed like a golden glow, firing toward Pang Yue.
On the other side, from the Southern Heaven gate, spiritual light surged as eighteen luminous giants wielding weapons emerged, all radiating late Foundation Establishment stage power fluctuations, attacking Pang Yue in unison.
Lastly, the first-tier Golden Flood Dragon scissors roamed the void, wavering, waiting for an opening, posing a constant threat to Pang Yue.
Pang Yue shouted sharply, pointed, and effortlessly released golden bubbles that floated into existence, enveloping the myriad golden sword lights, trapping them as they struggled and darted within.
He then activated his sword formation; a streak of black sword light transformed into a three-zhang-long black rainbow, weaving through the eighteen luminous giants, cleaving them repeatedly with lightning-fast sword strikes!
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But these luminous giants restored themselves in the blink of an eye.
For a time, the black sword light could only trap them in place, endlessly vanishing and reappearing.
Suddenly,
The Golden Flood Dragon scissors silently appeared behind Pang Yue, its blades snapping open to viciously clamp down on him!
Bang!
A muffled sound rang out.
Within the golden flood dragon entwined scissors appeared a small, pitch-black mountain.
The razor-sharp blades left deep marks on the mountain but couldn’t sever it!
“Incorruptible Heavenly Demon!”
Within the Rivers and Mountains map, Ni Zan was slightly stunned, eyes flickering with surprise.
Few Heavenly Demons could withstand his Golden Flood Dragon scissors, and the Incorruptible Heavenly Demon was one of them!
Pang Yue beckoned with his hand; two sword lights that had entered the map slowly withdrew.
His body surged with demonic light, then dispersed into twenty-nine small black mountains!
Three sword lights and one mountain swiftly returned!
The thirty-three small black mountains instantly combined into a talisman array resembling an ancient stone stele, radiating a powerful aura that oppressed all directions.
The stele trembled midair, imprinting itself onto the Rivers and Mountains map!
An immense, irresistible shockwave instantly shattered the map’s spiritual light!
The scenic landscape vanished in an instant, dissipating into scattered sparks of light.
The golden glow and the eighteen luminous giants gathered were also shaken by the stele’s shadow and scattered completely.
The Golden Flood Dragon scissors struck the stele’s shadow, flashing fiercely before being flung aside.
Pang Yue was somewhat taken aback—the ancient talisman array he received from Zhao Mengyuan possessed such power!
It rivaled even second-tier magical treasures!
The Rivers and Mountains map reappeared in the air, its spiritual light dimmed.
Ni Zan’s spiritual power was low, seemingly heavily damaged.
His eyes darkened with gravity as he raised his hand and released a dazzlingly bright, white orb.
A fist-sized orb that instantly dimmed the sky!
Thunderlight exploded overhead, revealing a thunder sea about an acre in size.
Twelve towering thunder gods of the Immortal Capital gathered endless lightning, slowly rising from the thunder sea.
The Heavenly Thunder Orb!
Ni Zan activated the orb, merging the twelve thunder gods into one, creating a hundred-zhang-tall thunder colossus, which fiercely slammed a palm down on Pang Yue!
The thunder light was like a calamity—inescapable!
The stele’s shadow suddenly met the thunder light hand, shaking the air violently.
Boom!
A tremendous explosion rang out.
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Invisible ripples spread fiercely through the sky.
Amid the blinding thunderlight, the stele’s shadow shattered, and the thunder god colossus dispersed into twelve beams, falling back into the thunder sea.
Ni Zan stood proudly in the void, watching the stele’s remnants dissipate, feeling a quiet relief in his heart.
At that moment, a sudden change occurred.
An eight-sided square mirror, entwined by a demonic vine, quietly appeared.
Its reflective light shone directly on Ni Zan!
Ni Zan suddenly felt all his spiritual power vanish; his body felt as if trapped in amber, unable to move a single inch.
He furiously gathered his power and instantly broke the restraint.
But... it seemed too late.
A flash of black sword light streaked before his eyes.
Roaring thunderous sounds followed relentlessly...
The black sword light activated his protective spiritual light, breaking through his mask and leaving a deep blood scar across his face!
The sword light twisted sharply, circling back and revealing Pang Yue’s tall, handsome, and resolute figure.
The mask slipped off, exposing a young, heroic, and rugged face.
Ni Zan’s expression darkened with unwillingness; he clenched a hand as thunder surged, preparing to strike again.
At that moment, Meng Xuan atop the cloud peak spoke: “Enough.”
His low voice carried a certain power, instantly halting Ni Zan.
Meng Xuan then shouted, “The essence of a duel lies in countless hours of training and calculation, yet victory or defeat is decided in mere moments!”
“Just now, you were nearly killed by a mid-grade magical treasure that immobilized you—what face do you have to continue competing?”
His words held a tone of instruction.
Ni Zan paused, suddenly realizing the small mirror that restrained him was only a mid-grade magical treasure.
Otherwise, he could not have broken free so quickly...
But in a contest of masters, it is precisely those fleeting moments that decide victory or defeat!
For a sword cultivator like Pang Yue, that short instant was the pivotal moment to turn the tide.
That single sword strike only needed to be swift enough.
Meng Xuan surveyed the surroundings and loudly asked, “Is there anyone else who dares to challenge?”
A silence fell over Yingxian Mountain.
No one dared to answer.
After all, even with first- and second-tier magical treasures unleashed, no one had succeeded—who would risk disgrace?
“Brother Pang, this Purple Radiance Sword is yours as a gift. Cherish it well.”
Meng Xuan smiled faintly; a streak of purple lightning flew from his sleeve, swiftly appearing before Pang Yue, solidifying into place.
Amid the thunderlight, it was unmistakably a flying sword carved from purple jade!
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