Chapter 1022

Zhebiezhe Society no longer dared to underestimate Yin Liting at this moment.

He already understood that this youngster's cultivation looked ordinary, but the sword art he wielded was absolutely not Heaven-grade.

It was very likely an Immortal-grade, or even Divine-grade sword art?

Thinking of this, Zhebie felt secretly envious again, and once more channeled true essence into his hands.

He simply refused to believe that, relying on his own supreme Mythical Realm cultivation, he still couldn't overcome this mere Earthly Immortal Realm?

Sure enough, as Zhebie's true essence was channeled in once more.

Above the Four Symbols Arrow, light rose again.

"Fight!"

Yin Liting was not only modest and elegant, but inwardly a man of resolute will.

Once he had made his move, he would never admit defeat without giving his all.

At once, he stirred up all the true essence in his body and desperately danced the sword circle.

With each circle danced, a thread of fresh blood would spurt out.

Along the sword circle, a peculiar pulling force actually arose.

"Has he gone mad? He's actually using the power of heart-blood? Isn't he afraid of his cultivation regressing, or even dying on the spot?"

Watching Bi Xuan recognized at a glance that this was the power of heart-blood, one of a martial artist's primal forces.

The unorthodox path has a Wu Gong called the Heavenly Demon Self-Destruct Great Art.

It is precisely the eruption of heart-blood power, forcibly boosting combat strength.

However, after this eruption, there would be tremendous aftereffects.

Lightly, one's realm would regress; heavily, one would die on the spot.

What Yin Liting was using now was naturally not the Heavenly Demon Self-Destruct Great Art, but he had indeed mobilized the power of heart-blood — clearly fighting with his life on the line.

"Hero Yin Liu, you don't need to go this far…"

Zhou Zhiruo, seeing this, was both shocked and afraid.

Who could have expected Yin Liting to be so fierce — that for the sake of his Heaven-Tilting Sword, he would actually use the power of heart-blood?

If Yin Liting were to die here because of this, would the Qinglong Society blame her?

"Hero Yin Liu, why must you do this?"

Zhebie also felt a headache coming on, but at this moment he could neither advance nor retreat, and could only speak up to advise,

"It's just a sword — you don't need to go this far!"

Yin Liting, however, paid them no heed, and simply continued to dance the sword circle.

With the addition of heart-blood power, the Four Symbols Arrow seemed to be suppressed once more.

Zhebie really didn't dare to invest any more true essence now — after all, if it caused Yin Liting to exhaust his heart-blood and die, he himself probably wouldn't survive either.

He sighed inwardly at his ill luck, and was just preparing to withdraw his hand.

Crack!

With a sharp snap, the treasured sword in Yin Liting's hand, unable to withstand the tremendous force tearing at it, broke clean in two.

"This…"

The several people present couldn't help but stare in stunned silence.

Without a sword, the sword circle naturally could no longer be danced.

The Four Symbols Arrow, held in check for so long, finally began to glow once more.

"Sigh… cough, cough, what a pity, what a pity…"

Yin Liting looked at the Four Symbols Arrow right before his eyes, his face deathly pale.

He knew he was probably going to lose.

But he truly was unwilling to accept it.

"Hero Yin Liu, catch the sword!"

Zhou Zhiruo saw Yin Liting's unwillingness, and directly tossed the Heaven-Tilting Sword through the air.

This time, Yin Liting didn't even think, and directly caught the Heaven-Tilting Sword in his hand.

This Heaven-Tilting Sword was an Immortal-grade divine weapon bestowed by the Heavenly Dao.

Compared to Yin Liting's own treasured sword, it was unknown how many grades higher.

The moment the Heaven-Tilting Sword was in hand, Yin Liting smoothly slashed out a sword circle.

A powerful pulling force immediately formed.

The Four Symbols Arrow, about to display its might, was suppressed in an instant.

"Damnable…"

Zhebie was so angry his teeth were nearly ground to dust.

Wasn't Yin Liting's sword breaking the perfect opportunity to withdraw and preserve harmony?

But now Zhebie didn't dare press too hard either — after all, if it caused Yin Liting to continue investing heart-blood power,

and something truly untoward happened, the Great Yuan couldn't withstand a second upheaval.

Thinking of this, Zhebie was preparing to withdraw.

Unexpectedly, in the distance, a figure suddenly appeared and made a hand gesture at Zhebie.

Zhebie looked and saw it was General Chilaowen, who had run off to who-knows-where.

His gesture meant to say the surroundings had been cleared, with no outsiders present.

Zhebie's mind was suddenly enlightened, and he immediately understood.

This place was originally the foreign Great Ming, separated from the Nine Provinces by who knew what distance.

Even though the Qinglong Society's tentacles reach throughout the world, there probably isn't a branch here.

On top of that, although this is near Yunzhou Shaolin, it's still the wilds.

If we just kill Yin Liting outright, then find a few local natives to take the blame.

Even if the Qinglong Society wanted to trace it back to us, it would be impossible!

General Zhebie immediately nodded with a solemn expression, watching that Four Symbols arrow being gradually drawn into the sword circle.

He suddenly abandoned control, turned and picked up his bow, drew and nocked an arrow once more, aiming at Yin Liting, Zhou Zhiruo, and the third person.

"Huh? General Zhebie, are you going to break your word?"

Zhou Zhiruo was terrified. Everyone present knew that General Zhebie had not used his full strength on that first arrow.

But now that he had nocked a second arrow, it was clearly not going to be so easy to deal with.

"Hero Yin, this General gives you one last chance.

Withdraw immediately and hand over the Heaven Sword, and this General will let you live.

Otherwise, with this second arrow I strike at full strength, you will surely die."

General Zhebie drew his bow to the full, the power of the Four Symbols continuously pouring into that arrow.

Seeing Yin Liting still drawing in the first Four Symbols arrow, he said grimly.

Yin Liting acted as if he hadn't heard, only continuously using the Taiji Sword and the Heavenly Mandate Sword Dao to draw the Four Symbols arrow.

Zhou Zhiruo was frantic with worry, knowing that if General Zhebie made his move, no one here would survive today.

Unable to help herself, she spoke to Yin Liting,

"Hero Yin, why not hand over the Heaven Sword?"

Compared to her own life and Abbess Extinguisher's life, no matter how precious the Heaven Sword was, it wasn't that precious.

Although Yin Liting was outwardly gentle and inwardly firm, with a chivalrous heart.

But right now, even drawing in one Four Symbols arrow already required the aid of the Heaven Sword and the empowerment of his heart's blood to accomplish.

If another Four Symbols arrow came at General Zhebie's full strength, he definitely could not withstand it.

And hearing Zhou Zhiruo, the master of the Heaven Sword, herself speak up and back down, what was there for him to insist on?

In such a situation, if he too backed down like Zhou Zhiruo, the Zhongjiu Society would weigh on his heart.

But the Way of Taiji was inherently both firm and yielding.

Now the situation had changed; backing down was no longer cowardice.

Thinking of this, Yin Liting was just about to open his mouth and yield the Heaven Sword.

"What damn Hero Yin, you're nothing but a waste from Wu Dangpai.