Free Web NovelChapter 1434: Chapter 1516: Trapped Dragon Array
If a fight were to break out, it would be sheer madness.
Ximen Changfeng now felt he was incredibly wise; perhaps the most correct decision he had ever made in his life was giving the Heroic Sword to Su Xuan.
"Trapped Dragon Array!"
The Upper-level Ninja shouted, and suddenly, pitch-black chains rushed from different directions towards Su Xuan.
Su Xuan swiftly dodged, the Heroic Sword in his hand wielding unmatched might, slicing through the chains, leaving them broken and scattered on the ground.
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Suddenly, screams filled the air; for Su Xuan, this so-called Trapped Dragon Array was a joke—especially when he wielded a Divine Weapon. Even without the Heroic Sword, the array wouldn’t confine him. His Ancestor Returning power was not something a mere few Lower-level Ninjas could withstand.
The Heroic Sword, emanating Cold Qi, slashed through a Lower-level Ninja’s throat, freezing the wound instantaneously, preventing even a drop of blood from spurting out.
For a moment, Su Xuan was utterly shocked at the power of the Divine Sword; the more he used it, the stronger the Cold Qi became—he finally understood what "Sword Qi Like Frost" meant.
Seven out of the ten Lower-level Ninjas were already down, all with severed necks, lying in the snow with eyes wide open. The remaining three were terrified, shivering from the might of this demon-like presence, realizing Su Xuan’s Combat Power far exceeded their imagination, rendering them utterly powerless.
Su Xuan noticed there wasn’t a drop of blood on the Heroic Sword’s blade—a testament to its extraordinary nature.
At that moment, with the sword’s tip pointing downward, wisps of Cold Qi lifted the snowflakes off the ground.
Suddenly, the Upper-level Ninja vanished, reappearing behind Su Xuan in a flash, striking with a katana at lightning speed.
Su Xuan, faster still, blocked with the Heroic Sword behind him.
"Clang..."
A crisp sound of breaking echoed; in an instant, the Heroic Sword shattered the katana. Su Xuan pushed off with his right foot, flipping backward, and delivered a powerful kick to the Upper-level Ninja’s chest.
With a booming sound, the moment the Upper-level Ninja hit the ground, he disappeared again. Su Xuan swiftly lunged forward, snatching up a Lower-level Ninja.
"Ahh..."
After a scream, three Meteor Darts shot into the Lower-level Ninja’s back.
With a thud, Su Xuan tossed the Lower-level Ninja to the ground, sneering.
"Quite ruthless, turning against your own like that!"
As Su Xuan took another step forward, the remaining two Lower-level Ninjas dared not linger, frantically trying to flee. However, one felt drawn towards Lu Li with a magnetic pull, suddenly finding a katana pierced through his waist.
"Ahh...Baka!"
No doubt, it was the Upper-level Ninja at work. He couldn’t believe Su Xuan was so quick; despite using the Wind Escape Technique, Su Xuan always intercepted his attacks, forcing him to eliminate his own men. He felt like a fool, completely outwitted. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
Su Xuan stomped on a broken katana in the snow, making it leap into the air. As if with magnetic force, the katana revolved around his foot, then was launched.
"Ah..."
The last Lower-level Ninja, just climbing the wall, suddenly saw the katana pierce his chest, blood cascading down the blade.
"Splurt..."
Spewing blood, the ninja tumbled off the wall, landing on the ground.
The courtyard fell into an eerie silence; even the formidable Upper-level Ninja seemed to vanish. The Ximen Family stood dumbfounded by the scene—bodies lay strewn about, the spectacle astonishing.
"Kid, I’ll give you one chance—come out, or I’ll make your death terrible!"
Su Xuan, gripping the Heroic Sword, sneered.
All remained still around him. Su Xuan smirked, driving the Heroic Sword into the ground, channeling a stream of Dark Strength into the blade.
"Snowflake Divine Sword!"
With Su Xuan’s shout, sword lights flickered through the air, an agonizing cry echoed, and a mist of blood erupted. Suddenly, snowflakes mingled with the sword lights, as if finding their source, howling forth.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
"Ahh, ahh, ahh..."
The screams of agony were endless; in an instant, it seemed as if thousands of swords pierced through the body. With one final explosion, a man in black knelt before Su Xuan, his chest marked with countless sword scars.
"Splurt..."
The man spat a mouthful of blood, supporting himself on the ground, his eyes filled with despair.
"What kind of Kung Fu is this? Impossible—it can’t be that our Japan’s Kung Fu would lose to your flowery fists!"
Terror and disbelief filled his eyes. This was supposed to be a flawless plan to seize the sword, yet unexpected changes flipped everything.
"Hmph, childish!"
Su Xuan sneered, lightly shaking the Heroic Sword; snowflakes fluttered off, and with a clang, the Heroic Sword slid back into its scabbard.
"Who are you?"
The man couldn’t accept it, defeated—in his eyes, their mission seemed impeccable, yet they suffered a crushing defeat, losing everyone—a bitter irony.
"Haha..." Su Xuan dodged the question, saying instead,
"You ask too many questions!"
As Su Xuan finished, the man screamed, bleeding profusely from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth, collapsing lifelessly—a true tragedy for an Upper-level Ninja to meet such an end at Su Xuan’s hands.
