Chapter 260: Sword Shattered, Changes Arise (Please Subscribe)

"You..."

Boom, boom, boom!!!

One hundred third-tier high-grade magical artifacts exploded instantly, engulfing Zhao Hong's position and turning this block into ruins.

Du En slowly shifted his gaze; the spiritual hardening on his forehead faded, and the small crack turned into a minor wound. It did not bleed, as his mana rapidly wore down the residual sword Qi, prompting the wound to heal.

At the spot where he shifted his gaze, Zhao Hong appeared, looking disheveled and surrounded by his dharma sword.

Clearly, at the final moment, he had not gambled on being able to kill Du En first and then stop the self-detonation of the magical artifacts.

As a sword cultivator specialized in sword control, he was naturally well-versed in artifact control as well. Thus, Zhao Hong had just realized that what Du En's Hundred-Control Technique was actually proficient in was self-detonation!

What the hell?

Can a normal person train the Hundred-Control Technique into this?

Why don't you just go train the Explosion Technique of the same tier?

"Because the number of artifacts controlled by the Explosion Technique is too small. Anyway, my foundation is solid, and I can handle the backlash of multiple self-detonations, so there is no need to switch. As for you, you looked like you were 'the sword strikes without regret' just now, didn't you?"

Du En raised his hand again and replenished one hundred magical artifacts, making Zhao Hong's eyelids twitch.

His expression turned abruptly gloomy, and he said hatefully, "Break the artifacts first, then come to kill you!"

Du En did not reply, only moving his artifacts.

Four hundred magical artifacts suddenly moved like a school of fish, pouncing toward Zhao Hong, the human bait. Meanwhile, the life-bound dharma sword here acted like a great shark, charging directly into the sky-filling school of fish, fiercely preying upon them and not allowing a single one to slip through the net.

But, to touch was to explode!

There was simply no room for him to destroy the artifacts; as soon as they touched, they exploded immediately!

Self-detonation without regret, explode everything that can be exploded!

Boom, boom, boom...

Explode one, injure a bit. Even though it was a top-tier First-Glimpse Regretless Sword Technique, paired with a third-tier peak-grade life-bound dharma sword refined from external materials—far superior to artifacts of the same tier—after being hit one hundred times, it began to totter.

"Pfft!"

No!

Zhao Hong, spitting blood, suddenly realized.

The depletion of mana was too fast!

What was going on?

He hurriedly invigorated his dharma treasure to perform another small burst of 'the sword strikes without regret,' and then, amidst the biting of the surging artifact swarm, he finally detected the hidden clue.

Some micro-ice had been shattered, revealing what was inside.

Law-Devouring Wood Stakes!

Du En was not just controlling four hundred magical artifacts; there were also thousands of tiny wood stakes, wrapped in ice shells, moving without a trace. Relying on the dissolution caused by the artifacts' self-detonation, they took the opportunity to poke Zhao Hong's life-bound dharma sword and devour a sliver of mana.

Then they retreated and swam away, re-wrapped themselves in ice shells, and continued to fly and roam, waiting for the next time.

The shark's enemy seemed to be the bloodthirsty school of fish, but in reality, it was the blood-sucking parasites hidden within these schools!

Seeing that he had been discovered, Du En stopped pretending.

The ice shells melted, and they suddenly leaped out, dense and numerous, forcing Zhao Hong to distract himself and use Sword Shadow Splitting Light.

The next moment arrived as expected; the Law-Devouring Wood Stakes blanketed the area, perishing together with these Sword Shadow Splitting Lights.

Once consumed, they continued, starting a tug-of-war.

At the same time, Du En stirred up wind and sand to cover, block, and interfere with his divine sense.

Under the double blow, Zhao Hong's Regretless Sword Technique on his life-bound dharma sword finally could not be maintained and collapsed.

When the shark's strength wanes, it is the moment for the school of fish to devour it!

Each magical artifact transformed, full of ferocity, like piranhas that had been hungry for a long time, rushing up to bite. They clashed head-on regardless of damage, and if they were damaged to a certain degree, they simply self-detonated.

"Pfft!"

Zhao Hong spat blood repeatedly, struggling to spare energy to attempt to break the situation with Geng Metal Sword Qi, but before it could even condense this time, the dense Law-Devouring Wood Stakes had already pounced on it.

Metal overcomes wood; it should have been like that, but Du En disregarded the loss and gnawed it to nothing before it could take shape.

"Pfft!"

The technique was broken before it could be completed, and the backlash was immediate. Before, it wouldn't have been anything, but now he couldn't withstand it at all, making him spit blood!

Du En did not forget to speak words to kill the heart: "Your only chance of victory was that moment of 'the sword strikes without regret.' If you were truly extreme in the sword, truly without regret, then you would not have withdrawn it at that time."

"The purity is too low."

Boom!

Hearing his words, Zhao Hong lost his focus and wavered. Immediately, fifty badly damaged magical artifacts took the opportunity to rush in and self-detonate at a single point, perishing together with that life-bound dharma sword!

Crack!

The sword cultivator's sword was shattered; the significance was self-evident.

Accompanied by the shattering of his Golden Core, Zhao Hong blankly realized that he had actually lost.

"How... is it possible... Master..."

Before his dying words were finished, the sword shadows vanished, and the wind, sand, and wood stakes covered the area. After they blew past, not even a scrap of his corpse remained, only his storage bag was drawn over from a distance.

"Trading three hundred magical artifacts for one sword cultivator is very profitable."

Du En only thought this.

Anyway, in the coming days, as long as he worked a side job for a period of time, he would be able to make up for the losses.

Then, very decisively, he broke the storage bag and began to count his spoils.

"Uh... well, Lord Du, you just killed someone like that, that's not very good, haha..."

Tong Wenrong, relying on the city's defensive measures, had seen the process clearly. At this moment, he couldn't help but rub his forehead, sweat pouring down, fearing that Du En would follow up with a 'silencing the witness' operation and finish him off as well.

He had finally understood: the matter this time, not to mention the Rotten Forest Immortal Sect, was one hundred percent related to Du En!

Private feuds and internal fighting!

How did I end up getting dragged into this so muddledly!?

Du En counted his items without raising his head and spoke: "He should be the person who came for me; Zhou Ze receiving them is actually reasonable, but that doesn't mean he himself is without issues."

"You, hmm? Wait, I... Ah!!!"

Tong Wenrong spoke with a bitter smile, but before he could finish his words, an accident suddenly occurred over there, ending with a scream that came to an abrupt halt, leaving no further movement!

Du En turned his head sharply and looked into the distance.

A man and a woman appeared in his field of vision, their timing impeccable!

They were exactly Zhao Hong's junior martial sister An Yan and junior martial brother Wang Zhun.

The disciples of the Great Cultivator Yun Yi were constantly scheming against each other, and their conflicts ran deep; in fact, just when Zhao Hong went out alone, these other two were secretly in the same room, discussing how to deal with each other after surrounding and killing Du En, planning to take the opportunity to eliminate one another and frame the dead Du En, leaving no evidence behind!

The reason they chose to unite was naturally because the pressure Zhao Hong, this sword cultivator, put on them was immense.

It was not that their hard power differed by too much, but rather that the No Regrets Sword Control Art was too terrifying; once the sword was out, there was no turning back, and if they did not join forces, one of them would surely be killed instantly, at which point the survivor would face a dire one-on-one situation.

However, before they could agree on a specific countermeasure, they suddenly discovered that Zhao Hong seemed to have snuck away, so they immediately and boldly broke in, only to find that the person was indeed gone.

This immediately made them alert, and they tracked the traces together.

Unknowingly, they had been used by others!

(End of this chapter)