"The match begins!"
With the referee's command, he quickly retreated from the battlefield.
Chen Junting opened his eyes.
A sharp gleam flashed across them, and in an instant, the translucent blue Seven Killing Sword appeared in his hand like a crystal forged from ice.
Wang Dong released his martial soul too—the radiant wings of the Goddess of Light Butterfly unfurled behind him. Just as he prepared to activate his second soul skill, Chen Junting had already gripped his sword.
A fierce, overwhelming sword force burst out like a hurricane tearing across the field!
The moment Huo Yuhao and his teammates faced it, they felt as if a blade had slashed across their souls. Wang Dong, closest to the blast, staggered under the pressure, his movement interrupted mid-skill.
"Now!"
Huo Yuhao's voice rang out. His white soul ring lit up, and golden light flared in his pupils, projecting three-inch flames. A wave of powerful spiritual energy surged toward Gao Ming!
"Ugh—"
Sensing it, Chen Junting's eyes flashed red. His sword force whipped outward and clashed with the spiritual blast head-on—shattering it instantly.
"First soul skill—Light of Speed!"
"Second soul skill—Light of Attack!"
Gao Ming's Ruyi Disk hovered before him. Seeing he was the primary target, both yellow soul rings activated, sending two rays of light outward. The beams split into four and entered Chen Junting and Qin Lan, enhancing their power.
"Third soul skill—Sword Wings!"
"First soul skill—Ghost Leopard Afterimage!"
Qin Lan's form blurred into a black flash. She reappeared beside Wang Dong almost instantly, claws extended. She activated Hundred Shadow Strikes, summoning a flurry of claw shadows that enveloped him.
Wang Dong responded with Wing Guillotine. His first soul ring glowed, and sharp golden edges lined his wings. He spun, slicing toward Qin Lan in a perfect arc.
Clang—!
Sparks flew as claw met wing.
But the real threat came from the side.
Wang Dong sensed the danger too late. He quickly folded his wings, and a flash of black light formed in his right hand—a plain, heavy hammer emerged.
The air shifted.
Dang!
Chen Junting's Seven Killing Sword struck the hammer, producing a deep metallic clash. The impact hurled Wang Dong backward, but spared him serious harm.
Chen Junting's expression tightened. His wrist ached from the force.
"Was that… the Clear Sky Hammer?"
On the viewing platform, Du Weilun froze. A twin-souled spirit master—one of the spirits being the legendary Clear Sky Hammer?
Even Yan Shaozhe grew solemn. The Clear Sky Sect might be hidden, but its strength was undeniable.
On the field, Wang Dong landed, spun midair, and hurled the hammer straight at Chen Junting.
"The world's number one weapon spirit?"
Chen Junting lifted his sword. Two five-pointed stars lit up.
He calmly flicked the blade.
Buzz—
A light hum echoed across the battlefield. The hammer, despite its weight and power, shattered mid-flight—dispersing into black light.
Wang Dong's martial soul shifted back into the Goddess of Light Butterfly.
"Phew. Close one."
He patted his chest and glanced at Huo Yuhao.
"Plan continues," Huo Yuhao said calmly.
Dugu Xin coiled his serpent tail and activated his soul ring. A dense black mist spewed from his mouth, rapidly engulfing half the battlefield.
"Fall back."
Chen Junting's tone sharpened as he stepped into the fog.
The moment he entered, his senses dulled. His limbs felt heavy, movement sluggish. Even his perception flickered.
Then—clang!
A metal clash rang out.
Chen Junting met the Clear Sky Hammer mid-swing. His sword blocked it cleanly.
"Wang Dong, careful!"
Huo Yuhao's voice cut through the mist. At that same moment, Chen Junting's Seven Killing Sword shifted—its fierce aura turning heavy like a hammer.
Wang Dong swung wildly with the Clear Sky Hammer, deploying the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique to fend off the onslaught.
Finally, he retreated again. The hammer vanished, replaced by the Butterfly once more.
At that moment, poisoned spikes rained from the fog above!
But—
In a single breath, they shattered in midair. The mists and poison fog split and converged unnaturally.
Chen Junting stepped forward, quiet as a ghost.
Gone was his overwhelming aura.
He now was the sword.
His soul and blade had become one—a step toward the rare state of Unity of Man and Sword.
On the viewing platform, Yan Shaozhe was visibly shaken.
"He's already reached this level?" he muttered. "The Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect… truly blessed in this generation."
On the battlefield, the three five-pointed stars glowed. Six sharp arcs of sword light rose into the air and aligned—forming the massive word:
KILL.(杀)
Each slash carried Dugu Xin's black mist with it, adding poison to precision.
The six arcs hurtled toward Huo Yuhao and his team.
Huo Yuhao's eyes narrowed.
"Wang Dong!"
"I'm with you!"
Despite their martial soul fusion still being on cooldown, Wang Dong rushed over without hesitation.
In the depths of Huo Yuhao's mind, he called out:
"Brother Tianmeng, help me."
(TN: he's cheating lol)
Tianmeng Ice Silkworm stirred groggily.
"Interrupting my nap for this? Isn't this cheating?"
"I know," Huo Yuhao said sincerely. "But I want Brother Junting to see what I've worked so hard for. Help us trigger the fusion just once. Win or lose, I'll admit defeat."
"Alright, alright…" Tianmeng yawned. "I'll help."
On the field, Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong embraced. A faint white glow appeared—then enveloped them both, briefly forming a translucent cocoon.
To everyone watching, it seemed like a harmless flicker.
But Chen Junting raised an eyebrow.
Tianmeng's trick. He could tell instantly. He didn't mind. After all, if the Ice Silkworm's power was now part of Yuhao, it counted.
Then—
Two auras exploded.
A massive eye emerged in the air, gleaming with twin colors.
A blue-gold beam burst forth—
Shooting directly at the giant sword-shaped "Kill" hurtling toward them.
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(End of Chapter)
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Okay you know what to do Right ( ˆᗜˆ )