Chapter 209: The Great Desolate King, Qin Jiang makes his move

"Where is the Saintess of the Changsheng Sword Sect! Surrender now and avoid physical suffering!"

The booming voice shook the heavens and the earth, raising waves on the sea surface beneath the Juling Shen.

"Xingluo Immortal Sect? Peak True God! Jun Lan, control the grand array!"

Long Can's voice rang out from inside the cabin, and then an extremely sharp sword Qi shot into the sky; Long Can manifested a divine shadow to confront the Juling Shen.

"Who are you! The Xingluo Immortal Sect has no one of your standing!"

Long Can stood alone holding his sword, his divine shadow reaching a hundred zhang, standing tall between heaven and earth, carrying a sharp sword intent that pierced the sky.

"Hmph! It has only been a thousand years, and has everyone already forgotten this seat's name! Junior! This seat is the Great Desolate King!"

Upon hearing this, Long Can's expression changed drastically, "You! You are still alive!"

A thousand years ago, this person was a renowned peak True God, with combat power at the same level as a Saint Child, a super genius that the Xingluo Immortal Sect could barely produce once in five hundred years, an existence nearly invincible among True Gods! It was only later that he triggered the Immortal Ascension Tribulation and encountered the once-in-a-century Heart Demon Immortal Tribulation; possessing brute strength but unable to unleash it, he eventually died with regret.

Yet he never expected that this Great Desolate King had not died back then, but had survived.

Now that he has emerged, is he trying to fight for another life of immortality?

"Hmm? Hahaha! Are you a descendant of that old thing, the Jianzu? Truly unexpected, what an accidental harvest!"

The Great Desolate King felt the familiar sword Dao laws within Long Can's body and couldn't help but grin and laugh.

He struck directly, the eight-sided hammer falling, the force of the wind it stirred tearing the sea surface apart.

Below, Long Can's expression was ugly; he was already a sliver away from the Saint Child level, not to mention the opponent's realm was higher than his own—the odds of winning this battle were less than one in ten! He slashed horizontally with the long sword in his hand, tearing through space, and a space crack a thousand meters long slashed toward the giant hammer.

The Great Desolate King sneered, not caring in the slightest, increasing the force in his hand and directly smashing the space crack to pieces.

"Too weak! Have the True Gods of the Changsheng Sword Sect become this weak already!"

The eight-sided hammer fell, unstoppable, pressing a shallow pit ten thousand meters in diameter into the sea surface.

The Great Desolate King unleashed his full strength, and the already huge eight-sided hammer suddenly grew larger, the hammer head exceeding a thousand zhang.

Long Can's expression changed suddenly; if this hammer landed, even if he didn't die, he would be severely injured! And most importantly, Hua Junlan and Lu Yao were still on the ship! This hammer was enough to blast the ship's hull into powder!

He couldn't help but look toward the main room of the cabin, then shook his head.

If this person were in his prime, perhaps he wouldn't fear the Great Desolate King, but now, this person could barely protect himself, let alone make a move.

All these thoughts occurred in an instant, and his gaze became resolute.

A swordsman must press ever forward! Use the sword to carve out the path ahead!

He had survived a bloody slaughter of ten thousand miles back then; how many peak True Gods had been hunting him down at that time? *Hum~~~* His eyes closed slightly, the black sword in his hand hummed lightly, like a dragon roaring to the nine heavens, a touch of black light emerged from the hilt, spreading across the sword body before reaching the tip.

His momentum also rose to its peak.

Feeling the divine might carried by the falling eight-sided hammer, he suddenly opened his eyes, carrying the sharpness of a final desperate struggle!

So what if you are a peak True God! So what if you are Saint Child level!

I shall break it with a single sword! "Swish!"

The sword light crisscrossed, tearing through the sky in an instant, leaving a white mark on the curtain of stars.

"Hahahaha! Interesting! You are worthy of being a descendant of the Jianzu!"

The sword light slashed onto the eight-sided hammer, and the Great Desolate King laughed; it had truly been a long time since he had seen such a reckless junior.

"Bang!"

The eight-sided hammer exerted force, and the sword light shattered instantly.

Long Can's figure slammed heavily onto the ship's protective barrier, the immense force directly smashing a hole through it. On the deck, Long Can coughed up blood, looking somewhat dejected.

The black sword in his hand was already shattered.

For an existence like the Great Desolate King who was nearly invincible among True Gods, shattering a True Divine Artifact was not a difficult task.

"Uncle!" Lu Yao rushed onto the deck, holding a medicinal pill in her hand.

This was a precious medicine bestowed by Hua Junlan's father; she still had to control the ship's protective grand array and could not get away.

Inside the main room, Qin Jiang was somewhat surprised; he had thought that Long Can's sword intent was so majestic that it would be a fierce battle.

He shook his head; his injuries were too severe right now, and the vast majority of his divine sense was focused on capturing the Source Power of heaven and earth, so he hadn't released his divine sense to perceive the gap in strength between the two.

On the deck, after taking the pill, Long Can's injuries recovered rapidly, but without the black sword, his strength plummeted by thirty percent, making it even less likely that he could be the Great Desolate King's opponent.

"Kid, you're not bad, you have a bit of the style I had when I roamed the eight directions back then! Stop struggling; I'm just taking you back as hostages, you'll be treated with good wine and food, I won't mistreat you."

The Great Desolate King laughed while carrying his war hammer; there were no life-and-death struggles between Immortal Sects, just temporary disputes over interests.

After this fight, when the Immortal Gate Assembly came, they would still be on friendly terms.

Regardless, some casualties on the path of cultivation were normal.

He just found it a pity that the current middle-to-young generation of the Xingluo Immortal Sect was indeed inferior to the Changsheng Sword Sect.

Otherwise, why would he need to make a move personally? "Senior is too polite! In my Sword Sect, there are only ghosts who died in battle, no one who lives in cowardice! I wouldn't beg for mercy back then, and it's the same now!"

Long Can stood up; the current young generation of the Sword Sect no longer had the spirit of life and death from back then, and the only one worth looking at was Hua Junlan.

He picked up the broken sword, and black flames burned around his body, releasing a terrifying high temperature.

Lu Yao couldn't help but take a few steps back, "Fire of Death, Un-Uncle, what are you doing!"

The Fire of Death was a desperate method from the Black Chapter of the "Black and White Sword Chapter"; at best, one's origin would be severely damaged, at worst, one would die and disappear! There was no need! Absolutely no need! This wasn't a life-and-death sect war, there was no need to fight so desperately!

"What am I doing? You watch carefully! Your Lu family was considered a great clan of the Sword Sect back then, but now it has withered to this point; what's missing isn't just geniuses!"

After saying this, he shot into the sky, drawing an arc of fire, its momentum comparable to a peak True God, but compared to the Great Desolate King's massive body, it appeared too insignificant.

"Hmph! A mayfly shaking a tree, and a sparrow dares to ascend to heaven?"

The Great Desolate King was also somewhat annoyed, not annoyed that Long Can was fighting for his life, but annoyed that Long Can wasn't a disciple of the Xingluo Immortal Sect.

The eight-sided hammer fell, without any fancy tricks; right now, he was about to cross the Immortal Ascension Tribulation again, and if he used his full strength, it would truly be bullying.

The thick force pressed down, blowing the black flames on Long Can's body so that they roared downward.

Just as he intended to burn all his divine source, the time and space around him suddenly stagnated.

A terrifying power that could not be expressed in words descended, forcibly pressing the black flames around his body back into his body, re-transforming them into divine source power.

And then his figure reversed, returning to the deck, and the black sword in his hand also recovered as before.

No, not recovered, but recast, becoming stronger! A palm pressed on his shoulder; he looked back, his pupils shrinking suddenly, never expecting that it was Qin Jiang.

This shocked him; the black sword in his hand was a top-tier True Divine Artifact, and while there weren't many among True Gods who could destroy it, there were still a few.

But if one wanted to recast it, it would require a True Immortal to make a move! Without waiting for him to think more, Qin Jiang behind him reached out toward the sky, and a thousand-zhang demon shadow slowly rose, reaching toward the Great Desolate King.

Very casual, carrying an air of indifference.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 210 =====