Free Web NovelChapter 143: Chapter 135: Crisis, an Unexpected Visitor
No one knew that in the span of less than a day, Shen Lang had undergone an earth-shattering transformation after comprehending Sword Intent.
Earlier that morning, when he faced the Netherworld Wolf King, his Cultivation was still at the Qi Martial Realm Ninth Heaven, and his life had truly been hanging by a thread.
Afterward, he broke through to the Spirit Martial Realm First Heaven, leaping across a major Realm and gaining an immense boost in power... One had to understand that countless ordinary Martial Artists could be stuck at the Peak of Qi Martial Realm for their entire lives, never able to enter the Spirit Martial Realm.
There was a massive divide between the Qi Martial Realm and the Spirit Martial Realm. It wasn’t just a quantitative comparison, like the Pill Sea of a Spirit Martial Realm Martial Artist expanding by eight or ten times. It also meant that after ascending to the Spirit Martial Realm, a Martial Artist would have cleared many more meridians. Many of their Cultivation Techniques would be enhanced, and they could begin to use powerful techniques that were previously inaccessible.
On the other hand, the Martial Artist’s physical body would also become several times stronger, and there would be a significant increase in aspects like speed.
This was not like the difference between the Qi Martial Realm Ninth Heaven and the Qi Martial Realm Eighth Heaven, which was merely a quantitative increase. This was an unimaginable qualitative leap!
More importantly, Shen Lang had comprehended Sword Intent in a moment of crisis and had even managed to strengthen it in a short amount of time.
With his Sword Intent established, even if the current Shen Lang couldn’t be called invincible below the Xuanwu Realm, he was at a point where, aside from the Netherworld Wolf King or Martial Artists at the Peak of Spirit Martial Realm, ordinary Spirit Martial Realm Martial Artists posed no threat to him at all.
What’s more, he possessed six thousand years of the War Emperor’s insights into Martial Arts in his mind. When it came to understanding "Momentum," even the Four Directions Great Emperors might not necessarily be much stronger than him.
Qin Ling’s Fiery Fire Spring was certainly formidable, but to Shen Lang, it was nothing more than child’s play.
It was overly flashy, completely dispersing its power. It looked impressive, yes, and one might have even found its might astounding...
But how could it possibly compare to a single strike from Shen Lang, which concentrated all its power into a single point?
The Prison Guardian Blade Technique itself was incredibly tyrannical—an Emperor Level Technique. Moreover, that strike not only contained the incomparably powerful Thunder Power that Shen Lang had just absorbed, but also the Sword Intent he had only recently comprehended!
An all-conquering Sword Intent!
And what Shen Lang held in his hand was a Profound Artifact!
With all these factors combined, when Shen Lang said killing these people was like slaughtering pigs and dogs, he was actually being quite polite.
Here, the only one that posed even a slight threat to him was the Netherworld Wolf King!
If Shen Lang were given some time to cultivate the Prison Guardian Blade Technique to the third level, or to comprehend Sword Intent at a higher stage, even the Netherworld Wolf King would be left with no choice but to take a beating and flee!
As for the others, in a one-on-one fight, no one could withstand three of his strikes!
How could a mere Qin Ling possibly be his opponent?
If he hadn’t been wary of Yuwen Huaji, he would have already eliminated one or two of them on the road!
...
"ARGH! You little bastard, die!"
Long Fong stood stunned for a moment before finally reacting. With a fierce cry, he flicked his wrist, and a silver long spear shot toward Shen Lang like a soaring dragon!
"AWOOOO!"
The Netherworld Wolf King was even faster. In a mere flash, it was already in front of Shen Lang!
"Team up! Kill him and avenge Senior Brother Qin Ling!" Fear appeared in Xu Daolin’s eyes, yet he still roared and charged forward with Yun Qing.
"That single saber he’s holding is an Exotic Weapon! Everyone, be careful!" Even at a moment like this, Long Fong didn’t forget to shout a warning.
He believed that the only reason Shen Lang could cleave through his master’s palm strike and slay Qin Ling with a single strike was because he possessed such a Treasure Saber.
Otherwise, there was no way to explain how Shen Lang, with a mere Spirit Martial Realm First Heaven Cultivation, could accomplish such feats.
Instead of retreating, Shen Lang advanced. With a strange twist of his body, he instantly dodged the attacks from the Netherworld Wolf King and Long Fong, then closed in on Xu Daolin, the weakest among them.
Xu Daolin’s heart leaped in shock, and without hesitation, he turned to run. But after just two steps, a black mist emanated from his body, enveloping him. His figure then strangely vanished on the spot.
"This fellow cultivates the Shadow Technique!" Shen Lang sneered.
However, facing a siege by several experts and not yet fully healed, he had no intention of using his Silver Eyes of Truth to find Xu Daolin at a time like this.
He had only just comprehended Sword Intent; fighting the Netherworld Wolf King alone would likely be difficult enough, let alone with two enraged Spirit Martial Realm experts on the side.
CLANG CLANG CLANG!
Shen Lang’s speed was extraordinary. Weaving between the Netherworld Wolf King and Long Fong, he exchanged dozens of blows with the two men and one wolf in an instant.
They were locked in a fierce stalemate.
The Inner Sect Disciples of a Spirit Copper Level Influence not only had astounding combat prowess and powerful Cultivation Techniques, but their Magical Treasure Secret Artifacts were also extremely formidable.
"Flood Dragon Dominator Spear, kill!"
Long Fong thought about how Qin Ling had died while he was present, and how his master would surely scold him when he returned. Thus, he held nothing back, his long spear dancing like a soaring dragon.
With every thrust of his long spear, a terrifying afterimage would appear. The spear vibrated at lightning speed, and in a mere instant, the afterimages of the long spear had completely enveloped the space before Shen Lang, forming an impenetrable net.
The silver afterimages of the long spear hung in the air, their tips glinting with a cold light. Empowered by Long Fong’s Cultivation Technique, each afterimage possessed the power to pierce through a rock wall, making it more than twice as strong as Qin Ling’s Sword Techniques.
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In the mind of an ordinary Martial Artist, even with the empowerment of a Cultivation Technique and a powerful weapon, a Spirit Martial Realm First Heaven Martial Artist could never surpass a Spirit Martial Realm Seventh Heaven Martial Artist in terms of raw power!
Shen Lang had annihilated Qin Ling in one move, most likely because he had seen through the flaw in Qin Ling’s Sword Techniques and then used the power of his formidable Treasure Saber to deliver a one-hit kill.
But Long Fong was extremely confident in his own Spear Skill!
"Heh heh, what Flood Dragon? Looks more like a little mud loach to me," Shen Lang taunted.
CLANG CLANG CLANG!
The sound of metal clashing rang out continuously. Shen Lang swung his saber with incredible speed, instantly knocking Long Fong’s long spear aside. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
To his left, the Netherworld Wolf King roared continuously, leaving a trail of afterimages as it lunged at Shen Lang.
The threat from its swiping claws was even greater than that of Long Fong’s long spear!
Not only was its speed too fast for the naked eye to follow, but its claws tore through the air, carrying a ferocious, thunder-like power!
To his right, Yun Qing activated his Flying Spiritual Artifact, swooping high and low, specifically waiting for moments when Shen Lang was dealing with Long Fong to strike. A torrent of sharp sword-lights rained down.
But the moment he noticed Shen Lang turning to deal with him, Yun Qing would immediately flap the wings of his artifact and move to another direction.
With the Netherworld Wolf and Long Fong as the main attackers and Yun Qing providing support, the two men and one wolf coordinated flawlessly, pinning Shen Lang down completely!
"AWOOOO!"
The Netherworld Wolf King seemed to be growing enraged. Its repeated attacks came within a hair’s breadth of injuring Shen Lang, but he always managed to block or dodge them in a split second.
As it charged this time, the Netherworld Wolf King pushed its speed to the absolute limit, creating a sharp whoosh as it tore through the air.
A strange, cold light glinted on its sharp claws, as if it intended to tear Shen Lang to shreds with a single swipe!
’A perfect chance!’
A sharp glint flashed in Long Fong’s eyes. With a shake of his long spear, it erupted in brilliant light, instantly creating countless afterimages that sealed off the path in front of and to the right of Shen Lang!
From above, Yun Qing’s longsword erupted with fierce sword-beams that filled the sky, descending upon Shen Lang like a Heaven and Earth Net.
Shen Lang let out a wild laugh. "It seems I overestimated you. So this is all an Imperial Dragon Sect disciple amounts to..."
As he spoke, Shen Lang retreated toward the cliff’s edge, raising his long saber to deal with the net of swords in the air first.
But right at that moment, the unexpected happened. A familiar voice sounded from behind Shen Lang, "Is that really all we amount to?"
A fist in a pitch-black glove, wreathed in roiling black qi, struck toward Shen Lang’s back!
"Xu Daolin!" Shen Lang was shocked.
Before Shen Lang could even turn around, something even more unexpected happened.
"Little rascal, look out!"
A purple figure, someone who absolutely should not have been there, suddenly shot out from the rocks to the left. In the blink of an eye, she was behind Shen Lang, thrusting out a palm to intercept Xu Daolin’s fist!
CRACK!
The sound of a bone breaking and a miserable grunt rang out at the same time.
Xu Daolin’s fist shattered her block, broke her wrist, and then slammed squarely into her chest!
BAM!
She cried out in pain as her body slammed into Shen Lang’s back. The immense force pushed Shen Lang forward!
And in front of him was the brilliant, gleaming tip of Long Fong’s spear!
To his left, a blast of wind hit his face as the cunning and vicious Netherworld Wolf King seized the perfect opportunity to pounce. A ball of Spirit Light flared on its claws; the Demon Beast, eager for revenge, had condensed all of its Demon Power into this one attack!
If that claw landed, it would mean certain death!
Even for Shen Lang, who was meticulously cautious and planned for every contingency, he had never, ever imagined he would fall into such a desperate predicament...
