Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1316: Chapter 859: Ring-Headed Saber_4

This person’s identity is not ordinary; perhaps he is the illegitimate child of a significant figure within the Esoteric Sect.

The elder with gray-white hair was very confident in his speculation; otherwise, there was no reason to assign such a powerful Esoteric Elder to follow him.

The elder had been dealing with the Esoteric Sect for quite some time and was well aware that even within the Esoteric Sect, strong individuals like Sheng Yanlin were extremely rare. This person was undoubtedly that rare Netherworld Envoy.

Thinking of this, the gray-white-haired elder’s heart wavered because he knew well that even if they could kill this kid in front of them, it was impossible to leave alive.

To have a chance at living, he couldn’t kill him; instead, he had to capture him alive.

Then use this kid as leverage to negotiate conditions with the Esoteric Sect.

Yang Xiao naturally didn’t know the schemes running through this old man’s mind — nor did he care — but he just noticed that the old man looked at him strangely, like seeing a fat sheep.

During this period, the other two Fierce Level Apostles also made their moves one after the other, but the trouble they caused was negligible. With the ability of the Soul-Capturing Mirror, Yang Xiao could instantly shuttle within a certain range.

This kind of Space Power was something that people at the level of a Fierce Level Apostle could hardly witness in their lifetimes. freēwēbnovel.com

During a collision of magic artifacts, a Fierce Level Apostle in a white tunic was dumbfounded because the artifact in his hand disappeared instantly, and his connection with it was broken.

Before he could react, Yang Xiao kicked him flying away.

"Indeed, it’s a fine weapon!" Yang Xiao was overjoyed in his heart. When one’s spiritual power is stronger than the opponent’s, the opponent’s magic artifact can also be thrown into another space-time.

But without a magic artifact, the apostle loses combat power and can only await death.

However, worth regret, as the master of the Ring-Headed Saber, Yang Xiao couldn’t retrieve those artifacts taken away by the twisted Space Power, which inevitably was a loss.

After relocating another Fierce Level Apostle’s artifact in the same manner, Yang Xiao didn’t hold back any more, cutting off the person’s head with one slash.

The saber appeared quite heavy, but it was extremely handy to wield. That head vanished in midair, and the remaining headless torso stood where it was, spurting blood upward like a rain of blood.

With his two companions killed, the remaining gray-white-haired elder was almost in a desperate situation. Although he was vigilant enough, he underestimated the prowess of the person before him.

This person’s spiritual power was similar to his own, but their actual combat power was on entirely different levels, and even two of him wouldn’t be a match for this person.

"My lord, spare me! I am willing to serve you unto death!"

Faced with life and death, there’s no room for dignity. The gray-white-haired elder loudly begged for mercy.

Placing the blade on his arm and slowly wiping away the blood, Yang Xiao looked up, gazed at this fear-stricken fellow apostle with a teasing look, and said, "Seeing as you’re so sensible, I’ll give you another chance. If you can withstand me for 3 minutes, I’ll let you go."

At this point, the elder had no choice. He could only wield the Shuttle Spear to resist as best he could, though not without some confidence, as he still had one card left to play.

Indeed, he had another magic artifact on him, a trump card reserved for a surprise attack.

"5 minutes, huh..." The elder gritted his teeth, thinking it was worth a shot. After all, they were of the same apostle level; even if he was at a disadvantage, he shouldn’t fail to hold on for a few minutes.

Moreover, Yang Xiao had just slain two other Fierce Level Apostles, so his spiritual power must have been depleted to some degree.

In addition, maintaining this peculiar space requires continuous infusions of spiritual power, all of which were pressing down on this young man before him.

After another collision of magic artifacts, the gray-white-haired elder was shocked. He could distinctly feel that in the collision, a twisted force was tugging at his Shuttle Spear.

If his spiritual power weren’t strong enough, the Shuttle Spear would have been taken away just now.

He could wait no longer; it was time to unleash his deadly move. But he couldn’t rush; he had to seize a perfect opportunity to strike, close the gap, and injure this person in one blow.

"Infuse the magic artifact with spiritual power. Make your actions forceful, give it a try," Sheng Yanlin, observing nearby, suddenly spoke, clearly having noticed something.

Yang Xiao seemed to ignore the opponent not far away and continued testing this saber in place, infusing spiritual power into it time and again.

"It’s not enough, not ruthless enough, not fast enough. Concentrate your spiritual power!" Sheng Yanlin urged.

Gritting his teeth, Yang Xiao directly channeled half of his spiritual power, fiercely infusing it into the saber. The next moment, the blade flickered with a glint of cold light.

And as Yang Xiao slowly moved the blade, a scene unfolded before his eyes that shocked him; a blade edge had appeared in mid-air at the previous position.

But a few seconds later, this blade edge slowly faded away.

It didn’t dissipate; it disappeared. Yang Xiao, while gripping the saber tightly, could clearly feel that the blade edge still existed.

He reached out, slowly feeling the air in front of him. The next second, his hand was cut by an invisible blade.

Staring at his bleeding fingers, Yang Xiao was hit with a jolt. The blade edge that appeared out of thin air was hidden, concealed in mid-air.

If one accidentally bumped into it, at best they would be injured, and at worst, they would be dismembered.

"So it’s like this..." On the other side, Sheng Yanlin’s heart resonated with understanding, nodding slowly. This saber was indeed a treasure. No wonder that person was able to earn the title of Sword Lord; there was truth behind his famed reputation.