Free Web NovelThe Sword in the Tree fell into Zhang Yi’s hand and transformed into a blade aimed directly at Lancelot.
That weapon, which could instantly become an entire forest, was equally suited for offense and defense. In an instant it erupted like a storm of thorned needles, thousands of razor-sharp vines stabbing toward Lancelot!
Lancelot gritted his teeth, his face so dark it looked like it could drip.
He knew the Sword in the Tree’s power, so he flashed aside to dodge the dense assault.
But in the next instant, the attacks kept coming relentlessly!
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The Sword of Conquest ignited with blazing fire, sweeping westward and incinerating large swaths of vines into ash.
Yet this damage could not touch the Sword in the Tree’s root cause. As long as its true body existed, it could regenerate without limit!
So more vines surged toward him immediately after!
Thrusting spikes, entangling vines, and trees thick with branches and leaves filled nearly all the space before him.
Only when the sword he once held fell into someone else’s hands did Lancelot realize how impossible it was to deal with.
Zhang Yi and Hua Hua were not idle either; they struck him simultaneously, launching fierce attacks!
Within mere seconds, Lancelot had been attacked tens of thousands of times.
He had to push his power to the absolute limit.
“Hell-knight cast down into the nether, with my blood I will dye the banner of the treasonous heaven crimson!”
“When angels’ wings are broken and fall to dust, I will, with a ripped throat, sing the apocalyptic hymn!”
Lancelot began chanting Knight’s Song of Hell, which greatly augmented his strength to resist Zhang Yi and Hua Hua’s combined assault.
However, there was no way to destroy the Sword in the Tree, and even approaching Zhang Yi’s true body had become exceptionally difficult.
By contrast, Zhang Yi handled it with ease, his face alight with excitement as he controlled the Sword in the Tree to attack him.
A plant weapon that could be controlled by thought alone was simply perfect!
“Lancelot, admit defeat! I can spare your life, but you must properly apologize to me and hand over that notebook!”
Zhang Yi said.
Although he now held the absolute upper hand, killing Lancelot would still cost a great price.
This wasn’t the time to risk everything.
Lancelot clenched his jaw in fury.
He swung his giant sword, black flames roaring along it, sweeping across the sky and reducing every vine within several hundred meters to ash.
He also understood that continuing to fight offered him no chance of victory.
Without the Sword in the Tree, he could not win against Zhang Yi and Hua Hua together.
“I can give you the notebook! But you must return Bors to me!”
Lancelot said.
Zhang Yi’s lips tugged into a smile.
He looked at the Sword in the Tree in his hand — such a useful weapon, he was unwilling to give it back.
Why return something once obtained?
However, Bors was not merely a weapon; he was a member of the Knights of the Round Table, a living person.
So Zhang Yi said, “I can return him, but only after we leave Nasha.”
Lancelot’s gaze soured further.
“He’s my blood brother, my beloved kin. If you dare lay hands on him, the Knights of the Round Table will fight you to the death!”
Zhang Yi’s mouth quirked.
So terrifying, he really was frightened to death.
Still, Zhang Yi felt how much Bors meant to Lancelot. A superhuman capable of transforming into such a powerful weapon was rare in the world.
“Don’t worry, my control over him is limited in time. Your brother won’t obediently submit to me. For now, I’m keeping him as a hostage, understand?”
Zhang Yi’s eyes grew impatient. “If you don’t agree, then we can fight to the death right here! I’m just informing you — do you really think I’m negotiating?”
Those words made Lancelot’s face even uglier.
If the fight continued, he would be at a disadvantage, possibly even die by Zhang Yi’s hand.
Lancelot ground his teeth and stared at him. “Fine, we’ll call a temporary truce! But remember, you are not allowed to lay hands on Bors!”
Yang Xinxin’s ability to control others had a time limit; when the control ended, Bors would naturally regain his senses.
But during that interval, there was still plenty of room for maneuver!
Zhang Yi sneered inwardly.
“All right, I understand.”
Zhang Yi said calmly.
He used his will to retract all the vines back into the Sword in the Tree, though the weapon still coiled around his arm, ready for immediate use.
Lancelot’s heart bled inwardly. “I’ll go get your notebook!” ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
He snarled and left the palace chamber.
Zhang Yi was not worried he would flee — with Bors in hand, Lancelot dared not play tricks.
He then discussed matters with Yang Xinxin.
“Xinxin, I really like this sword. What should we do?”
The Sword in the Tree’s attributes were incredible. Zhang Yi loved it, but Bors was a living person.
Such a man would be difficult to recruit, and even if brought into his ranks, Zhang Yi could never be fully at ease.
If he turned on them in the middle of battle, he might end up like Lancelot, nearly gutted.
Yang Xinxin lowered her eyelids.
“That’s easy. Turn him completely into a tool without personal will.”
“Preserve his life, erase his personal will, leave him an empty shell. I mean, render him a brain-dead vegetative state — that’s not difficult.”
Yang Xinxin spoke casually, stating something truly terrifying.
“Can that be done?”
Zhang Yi asked curiously.
Zhou Ke’er provided the answer.
“It can be done with drugs.”
Zhang Yi nodded. “Good, very good.”
As expected, Lancelot obediently handed over the Grand Scholar’s notebook. When the Knights of the Round Table learned Bors had been captured, their gazes toward Zhang Yi and his team grew even more resentful.
Yet they had to admit Zhang Yi’s team was powerful enough that even they could not be assured of victory.
Especially Zhang Yi’s portable space — no one knew how many superhumans with special abilities he might be carrying.
“Don’t forget what you promised! After you leave, you must return Bors!”
Lancelot glared at Zhang Yi and said.
Zhang Yi shrugged. “Don’t worry, but be prepared to pay a large ransom.”
“Next, we should go find Gao Changkong.”
His gaze pierced through layer after layer of palace halls, fixed on the distance.
“If I’m not mistaken, that guy anticipated everything that’s happening now. He’s already one step ahead of us.”
Gao Changkong’s ability, Reincarnation Deduction, could predict future events fairly accurately. Although it wasn’t as precise as Zhang Yi’s time ability, it rarely erred on the general direction.
Using that ability, he could run countless simulations in his mind to find the route that led toward the Holy Spirit Hall’s gates.
