Chapter 217: 210 Pursuit

Kun Sword!

It has truly appeared!

That sword is not very large, nor is its color eye-catching. It just floats quietly in the air, like a drop in the ocean compared to the two giant beasts beside it, almost difficult to spot with the naked eye. However, everyone present has focused their gaze there.

Without needing to see, everyone can feel that a powerful existence is there.

It is an existence that shakes the spirit; like the pressure released by a dragon's might, it directly intimidates the soul. This sword does not need to exert its power; merely existing in the Human World makes it difficult for people to breathe.

It could even be said that the giant beasts beside it being frozen solid was not necessarily due to any sword technique, but simply because they were too close to the Kun Sword.

"Not good!"

Beichen, who had always been calm and composed, suddenly changed his expression, his gaze momentarily going blank. For an old monster like him who has lived for hundreds of years, this is already a sign of extreme terror.

While the crowd was preoccupied with shock and observation, a ripple slightly fluctuated in the air. A phantom suddenly appeared, reaching out to grab that highly unusual sword.

Can it be taken?

The Kun Sword's entrance was stunningly powerful, making it unimaginable for a mortal to wield such a powerful Immortal Sword. But someone dared to make a move, and everyone opened their eyes wide. Although too many wanted to stop it, that person appeared too quickly and was too close; the moment they appeared, they were within reach of the Immortal Sword, and with one reach, they had already grasped the hilt.

Immediately following, a layer of frost began to rise from their fingertips; although it was only a phantom, it seemed as if it were about to be frozen. However, the next moment, the frost layer stalled at their elbow, unable to advance another inch, and instead showed a tendency to recede.

"Sword Technique—Bitter Cold!"

Without waiting for them to continue gaining control, General Yulong, who had already approached the coastline, unleashed a sword strike. A cold light swept across the horizon, enveloping the mid-air.

The air dropped in temperature in response, and the frost suddenly intensified. Sensing the extreme cold, even the frost on the two giant beasts grew several layers thicker. The phantom could no longer stop the spread of the cold ice; in an instant, it was covered in frost, becoming an ice sculpture! The crowd hadn't even been able to see their true face before they were frozen into an icicle.

It's effective!

Before Long Yuan and the Snow Mountain King could rejoice, they heard someone say: "Haha, trash! In the end, it still relies on me!"

An old man with large, fluttering sleeves arrived through the air. He already had a sword tucked on his person, but he still brazenly grabbed the floating sword. A yellowish light flickered on his hand, growing stronger and stronger—that was the light of Sword Art!

He actually wanted to rely on Sword Art to forcibly control this sword!

Although the crowd was astonished, they could not help but be skeptical. A good Sword Art can indeed allow one to forcibly hold some unsuitable swords, but there are limits. Would this Sword Immortal's sword yield so easily?

However, when Beichen saw the man's face clearly, he could not help but be shaken, shouting loudly: "Stop him—"

The voice traveled very far. The people on the seashore could hear his command and rushed forward one after another. General Yulong took the lead, brandishing his sword to stab, but that man had already grasped the sword, the yellowish light wrapping around it, and his hand gripped it further.

This time, the sword did not resist. The man reached out, grabbed it, and slowly pressed the hilt down, wanting to turn it over.

Although the man found the sword heavy and sluggish to pick up, as if dragging a thousand-pound boulder, regardless, the Immortal Sword was held in his hand without turning him into an ice sculpture.

The people present all felt a sense of being lost souls, especially Beichen and General Mei, because they recognized the person forcibly mastering the Immortal Sword: Qiao Nanshan.

That old man who had been suppressed under Beichen's star signs was actually able to master the Immortal Sword.

"Hahahaha..." Another person looked up and laughed; it was Zhang Shousong, who had been hiding under the pine tree. He laughed loudly: "Brother Qiao's sword is a mountain, and that Immortal Sword is earth. What is the difference between a mountain and earth/stone? Being in the same direction, why shouldn't he be able to master that sword? With the sword in hand, what are you all acting so tough for! Snow Mountain King? The Snow Mountain will be your graveyard!"

Although there were no Glasses and the world did not know the name "Kun Sword," after so many years of observation and research, how could they not see the direction? Long Yuan, including previous Hosts, had long guessed that the sword intent of this sword was related to "earth/land." That was why Beichen could not help but cry out in dismay the moment he saw Qiao Nanshan. Because Qiao Nanshan's direction was correct; although he could never become the Sword Guest of this sword because he already had a sword, it was easier for him to temporarily wield this sword with the support of powerful Sword Art.

"This sword is mine. Let me think, what should I do?" Qiao Nanshan scanned Jianzhou Island beneath him; the two giant beasts still freezing nearby seemed like his mounts. "I have long found this little island an eyesore. Kungang is Kungang; since ancient times there has been no sea, yet you insist on creating some out-of-place seawater. Extremely boring!"

"Disperse for me!"

At the same time, Beichen pointed to the sky, and Polaris shone brightly. South of Polaris, seven stars were arranged in the sky like a ladle; that was the Big Dipper.

The Seven Stars shone, the Big Dipper appeared together—Seven Star Long Yuan, pressing down with full force!

While everyone's gaze was gathered on that sword, some people did not care and instead focused on the other side.

For example, Tang Zhao!

When that sword appeared, Tang Zhao looked back, then pulled his gaze back to Zhu Yang. The Kun Sword and such held no attraction for him, but Zhu Yang might hold the lives of several people, including Jiang Shenyi!

Without hesitation, he raised the Lihuo Sword, and a blast of Sword Law slashed over.

However, Zhu Yang just sat there, not moving at all, even slightly closing his eyes, as if he were asleep. That golden-red Sword Light, mixed with crown-flow Sword Law and Lihuo, slashed right at his head, yet he did not dodge at all.

At the critical moment, Tang Zhao pulled his hand back and stopped his own sword momentum—the situation was unclear; he could not simply kill Zhu Yang at this moment.

Yet after this life-and-death moment, Zhu Yang still did not move, as if he could not see the imminent sword edge.

Is he relying on his arrogance?

No, this is not a human reaction!

Tang Zhao suddenly felt a panic in his heart. He rushed over in a few steps and reached out to grab Zhu Yang's head.

Zhu Yang still did not move; he did not dodge or resist, allowing Tang Zhao to easily press down on his forehead.

The head is a vital point of a person's life. As long as one is still a living person and knows how to save their own life, it is impossible to let someone easily press down on their forehead.

Zhu Yang certainly knew how to save his life, so he could only be a dead man.

Tang Zhao's fingers pressed on his forehead, the touch cold and stiff. His heart also turned cold. He hurriedly reached out to brush aside his forehead hair and flipped open his eyelids.

At this time, Wu Yunfei, who was closest, leaned over and said: "What's wrong with you? Forget about him, it's turned upside down outside..." As he was speaking, he saw the cloudy pupils revealed by Zhu Yang's flipped-open eyelids and could not help but exclaim: "Dead?"

Zhuge Yudan, who had been watching the fight in the sky, turned her head upon hearing this, looking at the two of them somewhat blankly, and said: "Who is dead?"

Tang Zhao retracted his hand, the strange sensation still lingering. He said word by word: "I don't know how to perform an autopsy—but a person probably only died a short while ago; the corpse couldn't have become like this."

Never mind body temperature, his body was already stiff!

The few of them looked at each other, all feeling a chill: The Libationer had been dead for quite some time, so who was it that had just been pouring their heart out to them, teaching them the techniques of Soul sublimation?

Tang Zhao said even more urgently: "Then the Lingjing... what about the people in the Lingjing? My senior brother..."

Zhuge Yudan's thoughts raced, and she blurted out: "It's a Spirit Official! A Spirit Official can do this! Pulling us into the Lingjing, using a Spirit Image to attach to a dead body to walk and act, kidnapping and snatching other people's Spirit Images—these are all things only a powerful Spirit Official can do!"

That matches up. Isn't their current opponent supposed to be the former dynasty remnants who hold the powerful Spirit Official inheritance? No wonder Zhu Yang acted out of character, ultimately tempting them to look for the former dynasty's inheritance.

Then... where did that Spirit Official go?

At this moment, Chu Shanxia shouted: "Over there!"

Tang Zhao looked back and vaguely saw a cluster of Spirit Image radiance flash and disappear in the distance. Immediately after, it had already plunged into the forest at the foot of the mountain. Without time to think, he had already hurriedly followed.

Arriving before the dense forest, the trees were lush and the terrain undulating—a good place for an ambush. Tang Zhao raised his vigilance again and said: "Trouble Sister Zhuge to help me look after my senior brother's body; I will go chase the person."

Zhuge Yudan said hurriedly: "I can help you look after him, but you are too dangerous alone! Chu... Brother Wu, go with Jiang! Use the Xuan Su Jade to contact if anything happens!"

Wu Yunfei agreed and hurried after Tang Zhao. Chu Shanxia looked at Zhuge Yudan and sneered, knowing that Zhuge Yudan was meticulous. Because he was the first to discover the Spirit Official's tracks from far away, Zhuge Yudan was suspicious of him, fearing he was an inside agent specifically leading people into a trap, so she urgently forbade him from following, preferring to entrust it to Wu Yunfei.

What a suspicious and boring woman; if not for the current Chaos and the need for her to preside over the situation, Chu Shanxia would have turned hostile long ago.

When Wu Yunfei gave chase, Tang Zhao had already pursued into the woods a step ahead.

At that time, the moment he saw the shadow of that Spirit Image, he asked Glasses to help him lock onto that target; although Glasses was not skilled at tracking, pointing out the general direction was no problem. He was also guarding against the opponent setting a trap, so his Qi had already been circulating and his Sword Art was ready to be unleashed. If not for the fact that maintaining a Spirit Image consumed too much Spirit and required careful calculation, he would have already held the Yanggu Sword in his hand.

Having just chased for two steps, the ground shook violently, as if an Earth Dragon Turning Over!

Tang Zhao was shaken into a stagger, and when he looked up again, he felt the world spinning!

This was no ordinary earthquake; the surrounding land was not only shaking but collapsing, as if the entire island were sinking into the depths!

Is the island going to sink?

Just as he was thinking this, Zhuge Yudan's voice shouted from behind: "The island is going to sink, damn it, Jianzhou is going to be canceled!"

A sense of absurdity and terror washed over Tang Zhao, but he immediately scrambled to his feet—if the island is going to sink, doesn't that make it even more urgent to find his senior brother's Spirit Image?

He didn't even look at the sky, keeping his eyes fixed on his target and sprinting toward it according to the direction marked by Glasses.

But immediately after, he widened his eyes in disbelief:

That target was no longer moving away, but was instead coming toward him!

He was both happy and angry; happy that it had come without any effort, and angry that the opponent dared to come and provoke him.

Has he walked into an ambush?

It didn't feel like it; with his Inspiration and Mental Power, it was impossible for a powerful expert to be right under his nose without him noticing.

Regardless, let them come!

The Lihuo Sword in his hand burst into radiance, a golden, shimmering sword held horizontally before him.

Yanggu Sword, emerge!