Chapter 1081 Last Resistance

1081 Last Resistance

Flower Blade went on the offensive. With a wave of his hand, billions of flower petals appeared in the sky, covering Ao Shen and the surroundings. Each petal gleamed with a sharp intent or Qi. They rushed toward their target, cutting the s.p.a.ce around simply due to their sharpness.

Ao Shen waved his whip, destroying every petal; their sharpness was useless to him. Divine Armament used a spell to materialize his defense in the shape of a mountain before dropping it on the dragon. Ao Shen's human body created a tail that rushed to the sky, destroying the mountain with one attack.

Lightning Fist appeared next to him, punching his head with a fist full of Divine Punishment.

"I've been waiting for you," said Ao Shen with a smile.

[Darkness of the Heart]

Lightning Fist's punch stopped momentarily as she saw Ao Shen's face turn into Saber Snake, someone she felt guilty about. However, she swiftly regained her bearing and continued her attack. Sadly, that slight pause is a grave error for beings of their level.

Ao Shen's sharp claw headed directly into her heart. However, Divine Armament exchanged places with her, leaving a large hole in his chest. Ao Shen was unhappy because he sensed a petal in this guy's soul that blocked the most critical part of that attack.

'What an annoyance,' thought Ao Shen, looking at Flower Blade. 'Although he's a new Immortal Sovereign, he seemed very adept at using the Dao Will Weapon he possessed. Additionally, his primary spell is not only a sword attack; the flowers seemed very versatile. I probably should eliminate him first, but he seems like a cunning guy with many tricks up his sleeve.'

After proving the Dao, So She decided to use one of his most powerful techniques: [Night of Yesterday]. The world's order dictates that the sun and the moon will alternate, changing day to night. But is the night of tomorrow the same as the night of today? No. So, what if someone wishes to control the night of a week ago? With the proper manipulation, they can control time.

The sky above this group suddenly turned into night, but the night will be somewhat different with each pa.s.sing second.

"What's happening?" Lightning Fist asked. She felt a great sense of dread, but she did not know exactly what was happening.

"He's using his Darkness Dao to control time," said Flower Blade with an ugly expression.

"Control time? You don't mean?"

"Yes, once he reaches the night when we become Immortal Sovereign, it's over for us," said Flower Blade. He and Divine Armament became Immortal Sovereigns 8,000 years ago, and by the rate at which the nights kept changing, it wouldn't be long before reaching that period. He could already feel his body weakened as he became younger.

"We must kill him as soon as possible," said Divine Armament.

"Agree."

[Strength Flower], [Speed Flower], [Defense Flower], [Stamina Flower], [Luck Flower].

Lightning Fist and Divine Armament each received five petals that fused with their body, drastically increasing their overall stats. Feeling confident with this boost, they rushed toward their opponent, followed by the Sword Qi Petals. The plan has not changed: restrain the enemy to exile him into the upper dimension.

Suddenly, Flower Blade felt a strange urge. He felt something creepy, eerie, and fearful behind him. The corner of his eyes seemed to have seen something, and without realizing it, he turned his head to see what it was-nothing; it was empty. He immediately knew he was being tricked and turned around, but it was too late.

Shadow tentacles had restrained Lightning Fist, and Ao Shen's claw had pierced Divine Armament's head. Flower Blade clenched his hands because he could no longer sense the latter's soul.

'd.a.m.n him,' he roared in his mind, but he exhaled to calm down. He activated his petals to save Lightning Fist.

"It's too late," declared Ao Shen, and his words were immediately proven correct. Before the petals reached their destination, their aura suddenly dropped, and it was the same for their master. The eight thousand years had pa.s.sed, and Flower Blade watched as a terrifying sense of weakness enveloped him.

He wanted to sigh but immediately discovered something. He was Tier 11, meaning his existence was higher than his opponent in the cultivation hierarchy. As such, although his body reverted to the Immortal Venerable stage, his soul remained at Tier 11. He immediately mobilized as much power as possible.

"A pointless struggle," said Ao Shen, who pointed one claw at Lightning Fist's forehead, and her body fell into the sky as if it were the ground. With a wave of his hands, the two Immortal Sovereign's bodies disappeared.

[Soul Petals]

Translucent petals materialized before him, rus.h.i.+ng toward his opponent. Ao Shen turned into a dark light to rush toward him, but his armor blocked all those petals. Then, something unexpected occurred-Flower Blade ran away.

"A martial artist that actually deserted? I did not expect this," mused Ao Shen, who knew this was pointless. His Darkness-Time Technique was still in effect, and he blocked the surroundings to prevent these people from running out of its range. He suddenly thought of something, and his body disappeared.

He materialized from Flower Blade's shadow and immediately immobilized his body with a dark curse.

"I can't have you blow your body up and reduce my benefit," said Ao Shen. He killed this annoying human and put the body away. He canceled his technique and looked in the distance. He saw Huo Fenhhuang floating in the air with a black and white s.h.i.+eld around her, her eyes closed, and the Cult Leader facing her.

'A battle of the mind? Interesting.' He used an eye technique to see what Huo Fenghuang was experiencing. After a while, he suddenly said:

"Hehe. At least you're not stupid. Do you want my help? If you ask nicely, I won't mind?"

Ao Shen's smile did not last long as the Cult Leader cut his connection to their Mind Battle. "This guy is not bad. If he were in our world and lived under the pressure of that generation, his accomplishments might have been higher."

Ao Shen looked in the distance. He had no desire to intervene in her battle. She did not need or want it, so he would not embarra.s.s himself. Plus, there were strict rules about people's opponents. He sensed something approaching, and as expected, a battered Qian Heng appeared before him.

"You look terrible," commented Ao Shen, noticing all the injuries on his body. He did not expect Jian Sha and the others to push him to this extent. However, after thinking about it a little harder, it made sense. He heard the Sword Casting Villa would send seven Emperor Artifacts for him to use his created Seven Stars Dipper Formation.

"Did you kill them?" asked Ao Shen.

"I should be asking you this question.

"No, they should not be dead since I don't detect any death aura from where you came from."

Qian Heng did not say another word. He had exiled these two, but not to the upper dimension. He sent them to a faraway World Community to buy him some time while they tried to return.

He already knew the answer despite asking what happened to these people. He felt an overwhelming sense of guilt, not only because of what happened to those four but also because of what happened to his world; he felt that things might have turned differently if he had been a better leader or less stubborn.

'Was I wrong?' asked Qian Heng to himself. 'No, this is just the guilt talking. If the Martial Art Civilization had any hope to survive and have a chance to revive in the future, we must not surrender.'

If he had not done what he did, fewer people would have died, but their cultivation system would have crumbled. Then, the people would start using the Origin System, thus starting their path of a.s.similation.

Qian Heng remembered when he started practicing martial arts. At age 3, he started Medicine Baths to lay the foundation. The other children cried except him, who endured everything because his father, an ordinary deacon of a medium sect, always told him stories about martial artists and their power. He wanted to be like the people in his father's story, so he bore the pain.

At age 5, his father was crippled while on an outing in a secret dimension. He thought his life was finished, but his father told him he had gone into that place in the first place to find an internal force method that could be practiced at a young age. Such techniques were only used by geniuses in top sects, but his father risked his life for it.

Qian Heng practiced this method no matter how painful, just to lay the best foundation for himself. At age 7, his father died from the injuries, and before pa.s.sing, Qian Heng promised him to reach the pinnacle of martial arts.

As time pa.s.sed, Qian Heng experienced many things, including a few sect-destroying events, until he met his master, who brought him to the Palm Peak Sect and became a top heaven-chosen. His master was also a proud martial artist with only one dream - cultivating an Emperor of the Ax Dao.

Qian Heng was devastated after losing the Heaven Will Battle, feeling he had disappointed his master. However, the latter rea.s.sured him that he was proud as long as he never gave up.

In all these situations, Qian Heng always had one thing to rely on-his love for martial arts.