Chapter 45 Thousand Cypress Peerless Sword Immortal! One sword strike shatters the Chrysanthemum Demon Fusion Technique!
"My myriad petals, let's see how you decipher them!"
A confident smile returned to Chrysanthemum Douluo's face.
In his view, with such an impenetrable attack, there was absolutely no way the opponent could dodge it.
However, the next second...
His smile froze completely on his face.
At the center of the storm of golden petals, an invisible wave suddenly spread out.
It was a sword aura of pure, unadulterated purity.
"laugh--"
There was no earth-shattering noise, only a soft sound, like the tearing of cloth.
The countless golden petals were instantly annihilated and turned into nothingness under the impact of that invisible sword energy.
Immediately afterwards, the unstoppable sword energy rushed straight towards Chrysanthemum Douluo without the slightest pause.
That's too fast!
It was so fast that Chrysanthemum Douluo didn't even have time to react!
He felt a chill in his chest, followed by a piercing pain.
"puff!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes widened suddenly, and he flew backward uncontrollably, crashing heavily to the ground.
He struggled to stand up, but the movement aggravated his wounds, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, staining the ground in front of him a glaring dark red.
He looked down at the deep, bone-revealing wound on his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.
That invisible sword energy almost pierced through his upper body.
Seeing this scene, Ghost Douluo's eyes, hidden beneath his cloak, also showed a violent fluctuation.
One move!
With just one move, Yue Guan was severely injured!
He no longer hesitated.
Taking advantage of the moment when the sword energy dissipated, Ghost Douluo's figure instantly became blurry.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Several black figures identical to him separated from their original positions at the same time and attacked Qian Daobai from all directions.
Each clone carries a sharp killing intent, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.
This was a skill he was proud of: deceiving the enemy and delivering a fatal blow at the most opportune moment.
Despite the dazzling barrage of attacks, Qian Daobai remained calm and composed.
He even casually put one hand behind his back.
His gaze, without the slightest hesitation, locked onto one of the figures.
You're the one.
Qian Daobai silently recited a phrase in his mind and gripped the Demon-Slaying Sword at his waist with one hand.
"Clang—"
A sword cry, like the roar of a dragon, resounded through the sky.
The Demon-Slaying Sword is drawn.
A dazzling sword light, like lightning piercing the night, stabbed with unparalleled precision at the true form he had locked onto.
Ghost Douluo was greatly alarmed.
How could he possibly see through it?!
The terrifying sword energy attached to the sword light caused his clones to shatter like reflections in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water.
He could only watch helplessly as the sword light magnified in his pupils.
In a critical moment, he forcefully twisted his body, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow.
"Pfft!"
The sword energy swept across, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on his arm.
Blood instantly stained his black robe.
Ghost Douluo groaned, clutching his bleeding arm, and staggered back more than ten steps before barely managing to regain his balance.
Qian Renxue watched everything unfold in the blink of an eye, and her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally began to slowly settle down.
Master, you are not injured.
Moreover, they so easily repelled two Title Douluos.
Chrysanthemum Douluo struggled to get up from the ground and exchanged a glance with Ghost Douluo.
Both of them saw deep shock and horror in each other's eyes.
The two of them, elders of the Spirit Hall and renowned Title Douluos, attacked separately, yet they couldn't even touch the hem of each other's clothes!
Just how terrifying is this young man's strength?
"It seems..."
Chrysanthemum Douluo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes becoming extremely solemn.
"That's the only option we can use."
Ghost Douluo nodded and said in a hoarse voice.
"Um."
A ferocious yet confident smile reappeared on Chrysanthemum Douluo's face.
"He definitely won't be able to break through our Martial Soul Fusion Skill, 'Bipolar Stillness Domain'!"
"In that field, he was like a fish on a chopping board, completely at our mercy!"
As he spoke, he stood with Ghost Douluo once again.
Two completely different, yet incredibly powerful, soul energies began to rise from their bodies.
One gold and one black, two streams of soul power, like two chasing serpents, intertwined and coiled in the air, finally slowly merging together.
A terrifying energy surge, far exceeding any previous attack, spread wildly outwards from their center.
At this moment, the sky turned gloomy.
Dark clouds gathered, and lightning flashed and thunder roared.
"Boom!"
A massive bolt of lightning descended from the sky, but instead of striking Qian Daobai, it formed a huge cage made of pure lightning above his head.
Then came the second, the third...
Countless bolts of lightning attacked Qian Daobai from all directions, weaving together to form an impenetrable lightning cage that trapped him within.
"Hahaha!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo looked at Qian Daobai, who was surrounded by lightning, and let out a triumphant laugh.
"Kid, now you know how powerful we are, right?"
"In this realm, time and space are frozen; any attack you launch will be ineffective!"
He seemed to already see Qian Daobai being blasted into charcoal by lightning, and his expression was full of pleasure.
However, Qian Daobai, who was in the center of the lightning cage, showed no sign of panic.
He slowly raised the Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand.
The ancient patterns on the sword began to emit a faint glow.
"Buzz—"
A long, drawn-out dragon's roar emanated from the sword, seemingly transcending countless ages.
Qian Daobai swung the Demon-Slaying Sword.
There were no earth-shattering moves, just a simple sweeping motion.
However, the countless bolts of lightning, powerful enough to destroy everything, were absorbed into the sword the moment they touched it, like rivers flowing into the sea.
"What?!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's laughter abruptly stopped.
Ghost Douluo's eyes, hidden beneath his cloak, were wide open.
He... he actually absorbed their Martial Soul Fusion Technique?!
How is that possible!
Qian Daobai held the Demon-Slaying Sword, which had devoured countless bolts of lightning. Arcs of electricity crackled on the blade, emitting a "sizzling" sound.
He raised his eyes, his calm gaze falling on Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.
"Your attack is over."
"Well then, it's my turn."
He gently swung the Demon-Slaying Sword forward.
The next moment.
All the lightning power absorbed by the sword, mixed with an invisible yet even more terrifying sword energy, transformed into a world-destroying torrent, returning it all to Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo!
The powerful energy storm even instantly dispersed the thick dark clouds in the sky.
The once dark sky instantly returned to its azure and bright state.
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