Chapter 820

When that earth-shattering strike, which had gathered the strength of the crowd, pierced the unremarkable bubble, the many powerful experts present breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Although it was exhausting, and although a siege was not exactly dignified, they had finally killed a powerful enemy that had blocked their path and caused trouble; only the cleanup work remained.

This cleanup work did not require the two strongest experts to act. First, they let a Tianmo Jishi test the waters, and upon discovering that, without the bubble's command, the behemoth would not resist, they attempted to use sharp implements to divide it bit by bit and discard it. After that, the crowd breathed a complete sigh of relief, and the remaining seven Sword Immortals attacked together, using various means to eradicate it. The two Sword Saints naturally stood by to suppress the situation.

The High Priest Hu Tianyou gave a reminder: "Only use metal implements; do not touch this monster with your body or Qi. Otherwise, be careful, or you might be absorbed along with it." He then turned his head to Xun Jian and said: "I think we should return immediately. Although the main purpose was to observe this world, there is no need to observe it in its current state. This world is powerful, full of offensive strength, and even the resident races within are ambitious; there is no possibility of maneuvering. Let us return quickly to plan a retreat; only the Airship can preserve hope, and there is no hope in other methods."

For some reason, Xun Jian had been distracted since just a moment ago, as if he no longer cared about what was in front of him. At this moment, he suddenly said: "Never mind returning or not; let us first fight for the glimmer of survival right before our eyes."

The High Priest was puzzled and said: "What..."

Before the words had faded, he felt a sense of dread.

The Void trembled, and suddenly a rift appeared not far away, opening a wormhole from which two monsters crawled out.

Before they could even see their complete shapes, they first saw those multicolored hues, and everyone felt their scalps go numb:

Again?

"Why is this not a reward? I originally wanted them to throw it all away."

There is no wind in the Void; the only thing that could have wind is... Xun Jian!

One could see the wind of Xun Jian drifting past and landing in front of the crowd; in the center of the wind was another Xun Jian.

"Everyone, gather toward me."

Xun Jian said this sentence first, and everyone immediately gathered around.

His tone was somewhat mocking, or perhaps self-deprecating, but the Sword Saint opposite him said sternly: "It will arrive immediately!"

For people like them, if they were truly facing the final moment, they should be exceptionally calm, casting life and death aside. Even if there were truly great terror in their hearts, they would not lose the status of a Sword Saint at the end; even if they had to pretend, they would pretend to the very end. Only when holding a hope of survival would they reveal a trace of longing and nervousness, and this trace of nervousness of his also brought nervousness to the crowd.

They are strong, and the smaller their size, the stronger they are!

That one which did not look large in volume was, unexpectedly, so powerful that even the Sword Immortals felt suffocated; it was a feeling that was completely absent when battling the previous monster.

Those two monsters quickly crawled out, and indeed, they looked like the same species. One large and one small; the large one was only one-third the size of the original monster, and the small one was only the size of a building in the Human World, appearing simply petite and exquisite in the vast Void.

Quite the contrary, it represents hope.

Nervousness? Does that represent death?

Even High Priest Hu Tianyou felt his heart tighten. Although he did not show cowardice, he could not help but clench his fists secretly and suddenly said to him: "You just said you wanted to fight for a glimmer of survival? Where is that survival?"

Even the powerful experts of the Six Dragon Swords could not help but feel a moment of suffocation at this time:

How could the trope of "beating the small one only for the old one to arrive" happen in the Void?

This... can it be defeated?

And what if it cannot be defeated?

This was a shadow condensed from a Sword Image; looking closely, one could tell it was different from the original body. The crowd was not surprised, however, and they saw the newly arrived Xun Jian press his hand downward and say: "Everyone, listen to me."

Unknowingly, the atmosphere of the battlefield became somewhat tragic.

Could they possibly surrender?

There is no other choice; they must fight!

"Yes, it is worthy of a reward. A reward for them to become a part of us."

The High Priest was stunned, and suddenly a gust of wind blew past.

"Ah, these insects actually still want to resist; is this not extremely rare?"

If one were to judge by size, the two that arrived seemed inferior to the original monster, yet how could there be anyone present who judged by appearances? They immediately discovered the powerful strength hidden within the bodies of the two monsters.

This gathering looked very much like forming a battle formation in preparation for combat, which immediately provoked mockery from the opposite side:

The crowd stared at him as if they saw hope. In truth, except for High Priest Hu Tianyou, no one knew whether he had brought hope or was calling everyone to prepare for sacrifice, but looking at his expression, it seemed that his calmness carried a trace of nervousness.

Their conversation was broadcast entirely through Spirit fluctuations; everyone present could hear and understand it. This might be a psychological tactic, or perhaps they were just that uninhibited.

Under the cover of their loud, noise-like conversation, Xun Jian was very calm, using human language; the opponent certainly could not understand it.

"Emperor Hu Tianyou," he first called the name of High Priest Hu Tianyou, "you go back first and let Captain Lingfu start the ship. We just killed the entangling monster, so I imagine the power should be fine."

Hu Tianyou said: "If it is just to start the ship, then anyone will do. Laili, you go back first. Let Lingfu start it, but do not leave yet; keep it ready to leave at any time."

The Laili he called was a Tianmo who had sustained some injuries in the battle just now; he acknowledged the order and flashed back to the cabin.

Xun Jian had no objections and continued: "Watch for my signal in a moment, and everyone return to the cabin together. Do not ask anything, and do not worry about anything."

Everyone obeyed, and not a single person questioned it; issuing such an order while at war could be said to be perfectly normal. They did not even care that much about what powerful abilities Xun Jian might have to save them from this crisis; they only believed there would be a miracle.

Everyone believed in miracles, because to have lived to this age in this world and this era, they had all witnessed and experienced miracles more than once.

Those two monsters did not know what they were whispering about, but they did not care in the first place. The big one said: "Shall I go?"

The small one said: "Good, you can enjoy yourself to your heart's content, but do not touch that ship... is it called a ship? That thing is a bit interesting; I want to cut it open and take a look. There seem to be fun things inside."

When this sentence was spoken, several Tianmo who were not as mentally composed changed color slightly.

"Roar..."

A roar erupted in the Void, and the huge five-colored monster formed a ring, circled in an arc trajectory, and attacked!

Between two points, a straight line is the shortest; it seemed the arc-shaped attack trajectory was superfluous, but in fact, it was not, because when speed reaches a certain realm, trajectory and distance are no longer that important.

Speed... extremely fast!

Strength... infinite!

Strength cannot be truly infinite, but when that strike came, the feeling it gave everyone was that it was endless!

Including Xun Jian!

Xun Jian only felt a great shock in his heart, but he remained rational and never gave the signal to attack, signaling everyone to remain still. All the Sword Immortals followed his command and also remained still; however, among those Tianmo, some could not bear it and prepared to counterattack.

But before they could even raise their hands, the ring-shaped attack had already arrived, and the Void changed from gray-white to multicolored.

It seemed the opponent also possessed a powerful Sword Momentum, turning the vast Void into his own likeness.

The attack arrived before their eyes, with a *swish*...

It brushed past!

It passed perfectly, skimming right past everyone and that Great Ship, without harming a single person or object!

Did it miss?

The crowd awoke as if from a dream; amidst their astonishment, a surge of lingering fear and relief welled up within them.

This luck was too good; the opponent actually missed on their own. If they had taken that blow head-on or tried to flee just now, the casualties would have been heavy...

No, it couldn't be luck!

Xun Sword had issued a pre-emptive command, so how could it be luck?

At this moment, Xun Sword said: "It is time, use that technique."

The crowd thought he was giving an order to himself and were all stunned: Use which technique? Had he mentioned it before?

However, at this moment, the shadow of a young man suddenly appeared before them; among so many experts, not one could see how he had appeared.

The vast majority of Heavenly Demons, including the Sword Immortals, were very surprised: This young man... is actually just a Sword Hero?

With such strength, he could actually appear on the battlefield? And block the path directly in front of everyone?

And that deflection just now, was it his doing?

That would be truly remarkable; not only exceeding his rank, but possibly exerting influence two ranks above his own. This is not something an ordinary genius could achieve!

It seems to be some kind of rule-based Sword Technique; deflection... is it some kind of guidance? Or absolute evasion?

But there were also those who suddenly realized, such as Six Dragon Sword, who looked at Wei Zhangle and thought to himself: So that's how it is; if it's Wei Zhangle, then there is no problem.

Wei Zhangle concentrated his attention, pointing his long sword forward as if he were a commander on the battlefield. The crowd keenly sensed that they seemed to have stepped into a boundary similar to a barrier.

Under normal circumstances, this would be a great taboo; even allies cannot casually pull people into their own Sword Momentum on the battlefield. But at this point, the crowd had reached such a state that they naturally had to follow the arrangements. They also wanted to see what kind of bonuses they would receive if they were formally pulled into the "Sword Momentum," given that a single sword strike just now had already been able to evade such a powerful blow.

Could it be that everyone would be granted an "invincible" status, where they could not be hit no matter what, and everyone would rush forward regardless of their own safety to beat the master to death with wild punches?

But after that force directly enveloped everyone, time and space seemed to stagnate.

The crowd here did not receive orders and remained motionless, while the two monsters, one large and one small, over there also remained motionless.

They were not only motionless, but even their previous continuous mocking sounds had actually stopped; the Void was heavy and pale.

The crowd's gazes converged on the two monsters, and some thought: Could they have already died without a sound?

It doesn't look like it.

"It is done."

Wei Zhangle spoke.

Xun Sword breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Alright, let's go back."

The crowd, including Hu Tianyou, were all confused, having no idea what the situation was. Xun Sword repeated it once, and the crowd had no choice but to turn back in a daze.

As they were leaving, they heard the two monsters above start talking again.

"That piece of trash actually died?"

"Mm, yes, I don't know what happened; they died in such an inexplicable way. Even the corpse can't be found now."

"Serves them right. A piece of trash like that is just a waste while alive; dying can save us from losing face for a few years, hahaha..."

Amidst the laughter, the Immortal Sages felt their hair stand on end.