Chapter 222: 215 Dragon Battles in the Wild

Sword unsheathed—

Sword Technique, Dragon Battles in the Wild!

The heavens and earth grew dim.

Twilight descended, and all things in the world were veiled in a layer of earthy color.

It was as if the originally dense yet formless intent of thick earth had recovered its original hue.

The vast world instantly transformed into an endless field.

In the wilderness, giant dragons were locked in a chaotic battle.

No one could say how many giant dragons were here; their bodies were hidden in the dusky yellow fog, and not a single one revealed its complete form. One could only see countless dragon horns, dragon tails, and dragon claws flashing by, with faint glimpses of those ferocious and majestic dragon heads.

These fleeting glimpses made one realize that in this boundless wilderness, there were countless dragons fighting.

Those dragons were true divine dragons—massive, mysterious, noble, yet absolutely vicious. They were not flood dragons, and certainly not Heavenly Demons in the shape of flood dragons.

They were fighting, and they were bleeding.

The dragon battles in the wild, its color is mysterious yellow.

Within the yellow soil, black blood permeated, drifting and burrowing through the thick earth like ribbons; that was the blood of the divine dragons.

In the battlefield of the divine dragons, only two anomalies existed: Tang Zhao, who held the sword, and the burly general who stood there like a wooden chicken.

Pfft—

A dragon claw reached out from the yellow soil and dragged the general, who was in the middle of throwing a punch, into the mist of the wilderness.

This Sword Technique was not aimed at him, but he had blocked the path of the divine dragons within the Sword Technique.

Then, he was never seen again.

Only amidst the sky-filling black blood did a trace of bright red blood seem to emerge.

And after that, it too disappeared.

He hadn't even had time to introduce himself, and Tang Zhao hadn't had time to ask him where such confidence came from, or by what right he claimed the Kun Sword was "my sword." In any case, this burly man who had made such a thunderous entrance also made his exit like wind sweeping away fallen leaves, swallowed just like that by the Dragon Battles in the Wild.

What did it matter if he had been a Pillar of the State or a Great General while he lived?

Tang Zhao swung the sword, standing firm and motionless; the mysterious yellow colors from all directions seemed to be his aura, surrounding him with bared fangs and brandished claws. In this instant, the youth's figure was like that of a god or demon.

However, only he knew his own hardship.

This was completely different from when he simulated holding the Yanggu Sword.

When he simulated holding other swords, the burden varied, and there were times he would be completely drained after holding one for a moment, but once he held the sword, the sword belonged to him. Whether it was Sword Law or Sword Art, it followed his will; he could use whichever he wanted. Those were his swords, even if they were only his for a time.

But the moment he grasped the Kun Sword, he had already sensed the difference—this sword allowed him to hold it, but it did not listen to him. He could swing the sword and perform any action he liked, but the moment he swung it, the choice of which Sword Technique to use did not follow his will. Just like before, before he could decide which Sword Technique to use to counter, the sword had already chosen that powerful Dragon Battles in the Wild for itself. If he wanted to release a Solid Ice, he would end up releasing Dragon Battles in the Wild anyway.

Rather than saying that grasping the sword had just gained him a sword, it was more like the sword had gained a crutch.

This reminded him of the Xiezhi Sword; that Authority Sword also had its own will. When Tang Zhao held that sword, he would even be influenced by its emotions. But at that time, his will was also effective on the sword; his will was primary, and the sword's will was secondary. Here, however, the sword's will was primary, and his will... was a parallel line.

Not to mention the physical and mental pressure that was almost like carrying a mountain.

Could it be that this sword was also an Authority Sword? Was it an Authority Sword that Tang Zhao could not mobilize because he did not meet its conditions?

Or perhaps... the level of this sword was too high, and it was actually an existence that even the Glasses could not fully control?

Tang Zhao had never intended to fully wield this sword; he only wanted to stop and resolve this inexplicable catastrophe.

Because the burden was too severe, his time was short, and there were not many means left for him to use.

Since adding his will did not work, he had no choice but to speak plainly.

"Mr. Kun Sword, please stop all of this and take a rest."

As Tang Zhao spoke, he adjusted his posture, slowly withdrawing the sword and performing the motion of returning it to its sheath.

It was as if there really were a Sword Sheath in the Void; as it drew closer, the sword's edge extinguished bit by bit.

It seemed the sword had given him some face.

While performing the action, he remained calm, keeping his mood relaxed. Although it was a one-sided communication, he always felt that his own calmness could soothe the sword's emotions.

It seemed to be effective; gradually, he felt the burden lightening, his body slowly straightened, and his Spirit also felt relaxed.

This should be because the sword was no longer squandering its Sword Art.

When he held the sword, those earth-shattering Sword Laws and Sword Arts had been continuously consuming his strength. He had to share a portion of the consumption for every Sword Art. As the Sword Techniques extinguished one by one, it was like the holes in a dilapidated water tank being plugged one by one, and the speed at which the water level dropped slowed down. In the end, there was even a sense of complete, static comfort.

As the mountains and rivers gradually calmed, the island gradually stabilized, and the surrounding yellow soil and mysterious blood gradually dissipated, Tang Zhao finally soothed this powerful and agitated sword. It was no longer angry, gently withdrawing the emotions capable of suppressing all living things, like a baby who, after crying and screaming, was gently coaxed and gradually calmed into sleep.

In a while, it should return to Jianzhou, return to the Sword Dao, right? But before that, he would try to shrink Jianzhou Island, let the seawater reappear, and as for those flowers and plants, let them be...

"Ahhhhh—"

A scream came, and a familiar figure flew in from the sky.

The Kun Sword, which had just calmed down, moved slightly, and a high wall rose from the ground out of thin air. The figure was slapped by the high wall, fell straight down, and let out another series of screams.

Tang Zhao hurriedly comforted the Kun Sword, calling out: "This is a friend, there is no danger. Relax—"

Qi Claw!

Tang Zhao restrained the scorching heat within his Qi, transforming it into a claw without sharp edges, scooped up Wang Fei from below, pulled him to his side, and said: "What are you playing at?"

Wang Fei was still shaken, saying: "Ah, I actually made it up here. As expected of Heroine Yun, such great strength." Seeing Tang Zhao still staring at him, he said embarrassedly: "I came to help you. I was afraid you would die. It seems that wasn't necessary, so I'll be going back."

Tang Zhao said: "Wait—look, are there many people watching me?"

Wang Fei looked down. At this moment, Jianzhou Island had already calmed down; the land was no longer rioting, and the sword was no longer being suppressed by a higher existence to the point of being unable to move.

In other words, the power that had suppressed everyone and made them afraid to act rashly had disappeared.

Although everyone was still shaken after the great upheaval and had not yet regained their fighting spirit, that was only a matter of time. After all, the island was a mix of fish and dragons, and one didn't know how many people with ulterior motives and sharp weapons were hidden there.

Even now, there might be people ready to make a move.

Where did that golden-armored person from just now come from?

How many others like him were coveting the Kun Sword?

After mastering the Kun Sword, Tang Zhao was already the target of everyone. If he held the sword and charged through regardless of everything, he might be able to ignore everyone and break out of the encirclement, but that was not his goal. He only wanted to send the sword back to Jianzhou.

"Oh, are you afraid someone will covet the Kun Sword?" Stabilizing his posture, Wang Fei said with a grin, "That's truly absurd. This sword clearly belongs to you; what is the point of forcibly seizing it? The Immortal Sword wouldn't recognize them anyway."

Tang Zhao explained: "The Kun Sword is not mine, and it does not recognize me. I am merely holding this sword temporarily. Perhaps in the next moment, it will go berserk again. To avoid complications, I intend to let the sword return naturally. It is just that although Jianzhou has quieted down, it has not returned to its original state. I need a little time."

Tang Zhao had no power to master this sword, nor was he qualified to master this sword, and furthermore, he had no need to master this sword.

To send this sword away, to resolve the danger of the collapse, to open up the battlefield to let both sides continue their entanglement and determine a victor, and for him to find his senior fellow apprentice and bring his friends to a safe place—that would be enough.

As for a sword, he could forge one himself in the future; although it might not be as powerful as the Kun Sword, it would have boundless prospects, and he had the ambition to surpass the Kun Sword in the future. The Kun Sword might encounter a Sword Guest in the future, but it would not be him; they only had this fleeting affinity for the moment.

Wang Fei understood his meaning and laughed: "So when you restore Jianzhou, let me block those annoying gazes for you? Very well!" He drew the sword from his back and held it horizontally before him; at this moment, the suppression had vanished, and he could also use Sword Art, so hovering in the air was not difficult.

With a green-edged blade in hand, Wang Fei pointed around and said loudly: "You all listen well, this heir is guarding this sword here. As long as the sword is here for a moment, I shall guard it for a moment. Anyone who wants to make a move, just come at me; step over my body before you go looking for trouble with him!"

Once these words were spoken, the four directions were stirred, and the situation changed immediately!

In terms of strength, Wang Fei was only a Sword Student and was truly not strong; at the very least, in Jianzhou where Sword Guests and Sword Heroes gathered, he was not qualified to make such bold declarations.

However, he was also the person most qualified to make such a statement. Because his status was laid out there. Among the several factions in the chaotic battle, one was his own force, and the local Host was also his ally. He did not need to issue an explicit order; just by standing in the air holding his sword, he had already indicated his stance, and everyone from the Snow Mountain Wangfu below would naturally follow him and turn their blades.

Sure enough, the great army under the Snow Mountain Wang, led by General Mei and General Yulong, simultaneously stepped forward and held their swords with disdain, wanting to see if there were any daring fools who truly intended to step over the heir?

Seeing this scene, Beichen shook his head lightly, not caring, and reached out to point; Polaris flickered once more, issuing an order to all the Disciples who had been freed from the suppression of the Kun Sword:

"No need to worry about the Kun Sword; clear out the remnants and pacify the venue!"

The Longyuan Disciples obeyed the order, yet for a moment they drew their swords and looked around, not knowing where the enemy was. At this time, Jianzhou was as large as a continent, with high mountains and distant waters; who could see the enemy?

Fortunately, under Tang Zhao's manipulation, the land gradually recovered and shrank, and the black sesame-sized figures in the distance drew closer; once it recovered to the point where both sides could see each other's faces, the battle would erupt again.

Beichen's gaze returned to the black-armored men trapped by the Seven Stars array, and he felt suspicious in his heart: "These thieves seem to be the Black Armor Army from back then. Who was that person wearing gold armor just now? Since the Black Armor Army has been dispatched, could it be that the Turtle Bandits are about to mobilize their entire force?"

"The East Pillar of State has lost contact, and the other armored warriors have sent back signals of mortal danger. But none of them could send a complete signal, leaving the situation unclear. Your Highness, should we..."

The young man in white listened quietly to the Colonel's report and suddenly laughed: "It seems an accident has occurred. The East Pillar of State is in grave danger, and the enemy is terrifyingly strong. This expedition has been unfavorable. However—my Great Wei has laid dormant for many years just for the sake of Juan Tu Chong Lai; how can we die silently in the womb without even seeing the shadow of the enemy?"

"Adjust the plan for me. Mobilize the spirit cannons and fire a Hundred Spirits Soaring Cannon first! The main army will line up in the rear; wait until the spirit cannons have opened a path before advancing."