Chapter 492: [Godless]

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Above the night sky, clouds churned like a colossal whirlpool, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring.

The fierce winds howled like wild beasts, raging and rampaging.

Gradually, small raindrops began to fall sporadically, gradually intensifying until it became a torrential downpour.

Meanwhile, the earth trembled below, with mountains swaying and collapsing.

Two mighty forces clashed fiercely, colliding time and time again. The overflowed energy even turned into gigantic stones, instantly pulverizing everything in its path.

Silver and black lightning intertwined with flashing blades and sword shadows. The frigid sword intent oppressed everything within a thousand kilometers. In this space, it seemed to have become an independent realm, a world of swords!

Under this relentless onslaught, the demonic figure wearing Zeng Yi's face gradually felt overwhelmed.

Because there were simply too many opponents.

Hundreds, thousands of Zeng Yi's - he couldn't discern the level of this illusion technique, rendering his perception unable to distinguish them from one another. He was like a headless fly, unable to find his way.

To him, every Zeng Yi seemed like the real one.

Because every Zeng Yi caused substantial harm to him.

Therefore, he couldn't afford to relax even a bit. He had to block each of Zeng Yi's sword strikes.

He couldn't be distracted. He had no time to think, not even time to breathe. Every second, every millisecond, felt incredibly urgent to him.

This was an attacking rhythm, as violent as a torrential storm, suffocating and overwhelming.

Furthermore, the demonic figure started to feel numb. He had no idea what was real or illusory, and even his sense of direction became confused and blurred.

Dangerous!

Losing his sense of direction was fatal for someone in the midst of battle.

The wounds on his body kept increasing, surpassing his own healing speed. His breath became increasingly rapid.

"Why, are you starting to slow down? Is your spirit power no longer holding up?" Zeng Yi clenched a giant sword in both hands and swung it down at the demonic figure.

The clash of the sword and blade created a string of beautiful sparks.

But the demonic figure's power was even stronger.

The giant sword's blade started to crack and spread like a spider web, shattering into countless pieces along with the demonic figure itself.

"If I'm not mistaken, healing your injuries consumes your spirit power, right?" The demonic figure's eyes involuntarily contracted at the words.

However, this tiny detail was captured by another Zeng Yi attacking from the right.

"It seems I was right."

The Zeng Yi clone, divided in two by the demonic figure's strike, had a deep wound on his back.

"Not bad for a gathering of grievances. Even with my body split in half and my arm severed, I can quickly return to normal. It's truly an envy-worthy skill."

"But the speed of wound healing has slowed down, hasn't it? There are limits after all, huh?"

Amidst this unrelenting onslaught, mocking taunts constantly echoed in the demonic figure's ears, pushing him closer to the brink of explosion.

This storm-like attack was on the verge of driving him insane.

Yes, he had indeed copied Zeng Yi's swordsmanship and was very familiar with his attack patterns. He could even perceive the weaknesses.

But what he couldn't believe was that the person in front of him was simply a freak, an indescribable kind of abnormality.

Because Zeng Yi's sword techniques were simply too numerous.

Long swords, greatswords, short swords, long knives, heavy swords, and more- the different styles of swordsmanship flowed through him naturally and harmoniously, like a fish in water.

The swiftness of the long sword, the power of the greatsword, the agility of the short sword - the demonic figure couldn't believe that every distinct style of swordsmanship could be perfectly displayed by one person.

Even he could only copy the style that Zeng Yi excelled in.

Fighting against such a person was like facing multiple swordsmanship masters with different styles at the same time.

Why?

The demonic figure couldn't understand. Even though Zeng Yi was only in his twenties, his mastery of swordsmanship surpassed that of sword masters who had dedicated decades or even their entire lives to the art.

Was this destiny?

Was he the chosen one favored by the way of the sword?

"I refuse to believe it!"

The demonic figure roared unwillingly, his spirit power burst forth with even greater terror.

This terrifying power caused cracks to appear on the ground, spreading continuously.

His face, identical to Zeng Yi's, began to waver, becoming hideous and distorted.

Different faces started flickering on the demon's face: stern middle-aged men, youthful faces, enchanting women, and elderly and senile faces.

These faces were all beings devoured and corrupted by the demonic figure, their grievances and wills seemingly in conflict, rioting at that very moment.

The flow of spirit power became irregular and frenzied.

An ominous storm wind whistled between heaven and earth, and within this world, black leaves began to condense.

In an instant, countless black bamboo leaves covered the heavens and earth.

Each leaf was razor-sharp, glistening coldly under the starlight.

[Bamboo Sonata: Leaf Waltz!]

This was not a spirit skill initiated by Zeng Yi. It was the demonic figure's ultimate attack, where he spared no effort to release a terrifying, wide-range move capable of demolishing giant cities!

The gusts of wind lifted the bamboo leaves suspended in mid-air, roaring like rampaging dragons!

In an instant, a massive tornado appeared in the sky, wreaking havoc.

Looking from a distance, the terrifying tornado of blades resembled a towering pillar that connected heaven and earth. The scene was incredibly shocking and horrifying, like the end of the world.

This indiscriminate, all-encompassing attack rendered Zeng Yi's spirit skill, [Mirror Flower, Water Moon], useless.

Countless Zeng Yis were torn apart amidst the raging dragon-like storm, easily shattered like bubbles.

Numerous swords were smashed, unable to withstand the impact, even colossal stones and mountains collapsed.

"You use my spirit skill against me? How laughable!"

Zeng Yi's body paused in mid-air, bloodshot eyes filled with blood vessels. His bloodstained mouth opened wide as he shouted.

His scattered long hair fluttered in the fierce wind, portraying a demonic figure, undaunted by anything.

The wind rose, clouds surged.

Burning all his remaining strength, even sacrificing his life force, he fought for that one second to transcend his limits!

Just standing in the sky, the terrifying sword force was about to pierce through the firmament.

Streams of air, pressure, formed visible distortions in space.

The wind revealed its most violent aspect in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, a storm no weaker than the black dragon tornado surged forward, howling and protecting Zeng Yi's figure.

[Wind Sword Art: Storm!]

In the world, the two storm columns resembling pillars collided with each other, eroding and devouring one another.

Within this terrifying storm, the earth cracked, mountains were destroyed.

Within seconds, the once mountainous terrain transformed into a vast empty field.

In the storm, Zeng Yi's bloodshot eyes overflowed with blood, bordering the point of eruption.

He clenched his teeth, every muscle in his body taut, veins bulging. Even his skin started to rupture, blood oozing out.

At that moment, [Ronin Sword] instantly unsheathed!

The crisp sound of the sword reverberated, seemingly the only sound in the world!

And at that moment, the Sword Saint Chen Xin, who had been watching this battle from afar, felt like he had witnessed a miracle.

If someone were to ask what the apex of swordsmanship was?

Then Sword Saint Chen Xin would say, the scene he saw at the exact moment was the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

Slashing through the heart's demon and surpassing oneself with this one strike.

Zeng Yi named this move.

[Godless!]

In that instant, the wind ceased, as if the whole world came to a standstill.

Even without looking, one could sense the etching of that sword light onto one's spirit.

That one sword, slashed through the storm and descended vertically.

And the black tornado, towering like a pillar that connected heaven and earth, was split into two, disappearing from the sky.