Chapter 1163: Chapter 38: If Only Dragon City Had a Flying General (Part 2)
The Nine Lotus Soul Technique is the most famous method of the Nine Lotus Spirit Venerable, designed to kill the Primordial Spirit and directly attack the Divine Consciousness Sea.
"However, what we fear least is precisely a Primordial Spirit Attack." The White Tiger Sovereign revealed an inexplicable smile.
He extended his hand and flicked gently.
A speck of black light blossomed from his fingertip.
The White Tiger Sovereign’s will moved, and his expression remained indifferent.
Centered on his fingertip, a massive black lotus began to manifest, with lotus leaves gently swaying.
Bang!
The lotus petals formed by the Nine Lotus Soul Technique of the Nine Lotus Venerable pierced onto the gently rippling black lotus.
The swaying lotus leaves unexpectedly intercepted all the intangible petals.
"I too have a lotus," the White Tiger Sovereign chuckled softly.
"Your trick is nothing impressive. What can the Nine Lotus Soul Technique do to me?" he said indifferently. "When it comes to the Primordial Spirit... we are the true experts."
The Nine Lotus Spirit Venerable was stunned.
He could accept his attack being blocked, but he couldn’t accept it being blocked so easily.
"Who exactly are you?" He asked incredulously, unable to speak: "How is this possible..."
As a Beast Cultivator, the White Tiger Sovereign’s mastery over the Primordial Spirit was even more terrifying than his own, who specialized in the Primordial Spirit?!
How could this be possible?
It’s like saying a mechanic is more sturdy than a tank—who could believe that?
The White Tiger Sovereign let out a mocking smile and was about to say something.
It was then that a sudden change occurred.
A black lightning snake sliced through the sky, descending from the heavens and surpassing the ten-thousand-mile moonlight.
It was a Sword Cultivator.
The strongest Sword Cultivator in the Central Spirit Domain.
The Sect Master of the South Sword Pavilion, Northern Rainbow Sword Master.
Why was the Deputy Sect Master of the South Sword Pavilion, Ancient Sword Master, the only one on the South City Wall?
Because the Sect Master, Northern Rainbow Sword Master, was guarding the East City Wall facing the Demon Race!
Northern Rainbow Sword Master’s entire body flared up with dazzling light, which then wholly concentrated on the Northern Rainbow Sword in his hand.
This was a sword swung at the cost of his own life.
Endless power from Heaven and Earth, along with all of Northern Rainbow Sword Master’s life force, fused into this one sword.
The next moment, Northern Rainbow Sword Master threw the Northern Rainbow Sword.
Whoosh!
The Northern Rainbow Sword shot out in the form of a Flying Sword.
Coming from the sky, along with the Moon Sword, was also the Northern Rainbow Sword!
It was as if a meteor streaked through the sky, becoming ever more dazzling.
In this moment, the entire void seemed to fall silent.
The three Venerables of Dragon City Pass all focused on this one sword.
They understood that this was a sword unleashed by Northern Rainbow Sword Master at the cost of his life.
While they were saddened, they also hoped, hoped that this sword could succeed.
Though Dragon City Pass had no Sword Immortal, there was Northern Rainbow Sword Master, an Eighth Realm Sword Cultivator with Ninth Realm combat power.
And the striking power of Sword Cultivators has always been unparalleled.
Thus, in terms of killing power alone, this sword would surpass that of Daoist Master Li Xing, Nine Lotus Venerable, and Qingfeng Martial Emperor.
They used all their means to cover for Northern Rainbow Sword Master’s sword.
"Northern Rainbow Sword Master’s... do-or-die strike." The Vermilion Bird Sovereign furrowed his brows, and for the first time, his indifferent expression changed.
This sword was unavoidable.
.........
After launching this sword, Northern Rainbow Sword Master had already closed his eyes.
To strike was to give up life.
It was his own life being forsaken.
Such decisiveness was beyond words for outsiders.
In his last moments of life, a brief conversation from half a moment ago surfaced in Northern Rainbow Sword Master’s mind.
"We have already lost."
"We can’t hold it, tonight Dragon City Pass will inevitably fall."
"This is a fact we need not deny."
"Even the three Spiritual Venerables of the Rinsing Spirit Sect alone, with the use of the Bright Moon Formation, outweigh us, not to mention the Demon Race that far exceeds our strength."
"Since the conclusion is set, we must fight this battle with the mentality of certain defeat."
What is the mentality of certain defeat?
"Since failure is certain, we should fail grandly."
They could not wait to be killed by the Demon Race.
They had to seek death actively.
Only by seeking death could they exchange their enemy’s death.
Only by a do-or-die approach could they seize the opportunity to end the enemy’s life.
This was their stance of certain defeat.
........
The battle on the South City Wall continued.
Ancient Sword Master, leading the Sect’s Sword Cultivators, fought to the death at the South City Wall.
His right arm was long gone, bleeding profusely.
He was unconcerned.
Because he traded his right arm for the life of that arrogant and invincible Taiyin Sect Leader.
It was worth it!
It was exhilarating!
He didn’t care how many enemies he had killed.
In any case, any enemy trying to get past the South City Wall through him, whether from the Rinsing Spirit Sect or the Demon Race, had already become a corpse.
But...
Ancient Sword Master’s vision was gradually blurring, and his mana was long exhausted.
He was just so very tired now.
Moreover, he hadn’t heard the sound of other swords for quite some time.
In the end, the battle at the South City Wall ended with a knife stabbed from behind.
A blade drove from behind Ancient Sword Master, pierced through the heart, and finally thrust out from his chest.
A powerful force instantly dispersed from the blade, extinguishing the life force of Ancient Sword Master utterly.
In his last breath, Ancient Sword Master didn’t turn his head but glared intently at the Demonic Cultivator in front of him.
He knew that all the Sword Cultivators of the South Sword Pavilion had already sacrificed themselves.
Because he had always been the one charging ahead.
So he could only be injured by the enemy behind once all his comrades had fallen.
The South Sword Pavilion had fought till the very last moment.
"If only I could have held on for three more breaths," he thought for the last time.
With three more breaths, he could have killed the Demonic Cultivator before him.
But if only the Flying General of Dragon City were here.
Tonight, all the Sword Cultivators of the South Sword Pavilion were like Flying Generals.
Before they died, not a single demon could pass through the South City Wall.