Free Web Novel“Roar...”
The sound of a Dragon’s roar echoed through the sky, lingering for a long time.
As the essence blood of the Five Dragons dripped onto the anvil, the Celestial Human Divine Sword seemed to transform into a golden enraged Dragon, attempting to break free from someone’s grasp and soar into the sky.
But that resolute hammer always fell at just the right moment. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
The Dragon’s roar grew softer and softer, transitioning from furious rage to a mournful wail.
Crack—
It was covered in fine cracks from head to tail, and finally, with a bang, it exploded into a golden rain, along with the dissipated essence of imperial ambition within the sword, and the bloodstains left by the Blood God.
The God Sword consequently dimmed.
After all, only thirty percent of the hero’s sword essence remained within it.
Having lost seventy percent of its divine essence, its Divine Might was greatly reduced, seeming to have already fallen out of the category of a divine weapon.
“But without the God Sword, how will we cope with the next natural disaster?”
After a moment of astonishment, a blurry, blood-colored face revealed a sneer.
Although it was reforged, the outcome didn't seem to have much of a difference?
He could no longer influence the God Sword.
But Human City had also lost its greatest reliance.
His consciousness was about to disappear, and he could leave at any time, but he watched with an amused curiosity, wanting to see how Li Mo would handle the situation.
“That is...”
“A hammer can still be used to perform sword techniques?”
The clamor of the Celestials arose.
It was midday, with the scorching sun high in the sky. After the blood mist dispersed, the clear sky was like a freshly washed canvas. The Blood God inadvertently glanced at the deformed sword and felt a scorching heat in his heart.
“Using a hammer as a sword, and even employing the method of Casting Spirit...”
“What is he doing?!”
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
One hammer strike followed another.
The hammer treasure, imbued with fire, now erupted with sword light that was sometimes exquisitely beautiful, and at other times sharp and chilling.
It was hard to imagine that words like elegant, sharp, and ethereal could be associated with a hammer.
And no one knew the price paid for each of these hammer strikes.
That’s right.
Li Mo had dedicated all his Martial Arts Comprehension to sword techniques. He hadn't bothered to count how many ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) years it had been, perhaps thousands, perhaps tens of thousands of years.
Each hammer strike, seemingly slow, encompassed everything, displaying countless variations.
These variations occurred, but they were difficult to discern, making it hard to understand the principles they contained.
When he decided to stop practicing the sword.
When he held a hammer in his hand.
His Dao of the sword finally broke through the limits of Mortals.
If there is no sword in hand, and no sword in heart, then where is the sword?
Li Mo had pondered this question for a long time.
But just now, in the choice of longevity, he understood that the four Secret Manuals, which were not Supreme martial art Secret Manuals, he had already learned long ago.
Li Mo was speechless in his heart.
After realizing this, he felt like a foolish young man who had ventured into the Jianghu, suffered countless beatings, only to return home and discover that a peerless Supreme martial art was gathering dust on his own bookshelf.
Under the pull of Qi, Li Mo’s vital essence had reached its Peak.
He unleashed his most stunning hammer strike to date.
The Human Dao Killing Hammer, casting a spirit for the sword.
Is this a hammer or a sword?
It no longer mattered.
Clang—
The Tiangong God Hammer, which had once forged Dao Artifacts, completed the God Sword’s final sublimation with a heavy strike.
Sword light shot into the sky, soaring thousands upon thousands of meters.
Under the scorching sun, amidst the flames, he and the reborn divine weapon shone brilliantly together.
“It’s done...”
Outside, Du Wufeng's hair and beard fluttered in the wind, his eyes reflecting the light of the divine weapon.
“What did Li Shaoxia forge?”
“It looks like a scimitar to me?”
“He doesn’t know saber techniques, what scimitar? It’s clearly a curved sword.”
“Neither.”
As everyone was discussing what form this brand new divine weapon took, the voice of Divine Craftsman Du came from behind them.
Divine Craftsman Du sighed lightly:
“It’s a scythe.” fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
“?”
Both the sword practitioners and the sword forgers fell silent.
They opened their mouths, looking at the figure in the jiangshan sheji map who raised both the hammer and the scythe, but could not utter any words of rebuttal.
After a long while, someone quietly asked:
“Has a scythe ever made it onto the Divine Weapon Ranking?”
Not before.
From today onwards, there probably will be.
It’s just unknown how its power compares to before after being reforged... At the Peak of Human City.
Li Mo calmed his surging Qi and blood, and popped a few Medicinal Pills into his mouth. The vital essence expended in reforging the God Sword made him look less vibrant than before.
At this moment, he was very weak.
But he still looked up, staring at the blood shadow in the sky, without backing down.
“Still not leaving? Do you want to test the sharpness of the divine weapon?”
“...”
The blood shadow remained silent, and a large hand suddenly descended, grasping with an inescapable posture.
The Blood God’s true form had arrived at some unknown time.
Its target was the scythe that had just been reforged.
He felt a strong threat emanating from it!
“!”
At this moment, the thoughts of the Celestials and the people of Mo City seemed to fall into a strange stagnation.
This grasp did not even cause fluctuations in the Heaven and Earth Origin Qi, yet it had already transcended the boundaries of immortals and Mortals.
They wanted to help Li Mo, but it was probably impossible to do so.
“Good timing!”
Li Mo held the newly forged scythe. He sensed a vast Qi and countless thoughts from within it.
Like mountains roaring and seas surging, like a raging, boundless tide.
He had no strength.
But he no longer needed it.
Invisibly, it seemed as if hands were covering his hand that held the scythe... Tian Mountain, Sword Tomb.
Thousands of broken swords suddenly trembled, the broken weapons appearing as if they had never shattered.
The wooden sword placed on the bluestone was surrounded by green light, seeming to want to fly out uncontrollably.
“You don’t have to go yourself; this intention is enough to help him.”
The white-bearded old man gently stroked the sword body... And so.
Li Mo also felt a familiar Qi. He couldn't help but smile knowingly, as if he saw that simple-minded figure holding a wooden stick.
Not just Er Niu, but also many Executioners from Mo City, and thousands upon thousands of Mortals from Human City.
They all heard that after grasping the God Sword, the Human City would no longer have an emperor.
He raised the scythe and gently swung it.
In everyone’s stagnant thoughts, a faint light suddenly shone.
Initially faint, it eventually became as red as the rising sun, about to ascend to the zenith and illuminate everything.
This could not be called sword light, because it was purer.
Puff—
The Blood God’s remnant body, which even the Controlling Mystery Realm could not obliterate and could only Seal, was smoothly cut into two pieces.
“Woo...”
A fierce wind surged within the Human City, the sky also cracked open with a bloody mark, and the long sky wept blood.
At some unknown point, the Blood God had integrated a part of his own being into the Tianhuang Domain.
Therefore, with this strike, the Human City also bore a portion of the impact.
“Li Mo, because of you, the natural disaster will be brought forward.”
The faint voice was full of malevolence.
“Aren’t you curious about what Ying Bing went to do?”
Li Mo had the aloof expression of an Ice Cube...
