Chương 66: War God’s : — Chapter 66 - A Fine Sword!

Even as shock filled the woman, the frost longsword in her hand never ceased building power. The frosty point of light gathering at the sword tip warped the space around it. ROAR! The caged Mountain Lord let out a furious bellow. Countless water blades coiled around its limbs like swimming dragons. It shattered them in an instant, but the water blades surged endlessly from the water cage, inexhaustible. Perpetual. Unceasing.

Wang Xian had already retreated to the edge of the cold pool after delivering that single slash. The battle to follow no longer concerned him. One second. Two seconds...

"The Three Thousand Water Aspects. I unleashed it within the cold pool, drawing upon the natural momentum of this terrain. Otherwise, it could never have reached this level of effect..." Within the insight of the Flowing Water Blade Art's ultimate secret, the Three Thousand Water Aspects:'One may borrow the momentum of heaven and terrain as the blade, and transform the onslaught of all things into the source!'

Just as now, executed within the water-momentum environment of this cold pool, its power was amplified even further. The waters of the cold pool flowed without end. This single slash was absolutely not something a First Realm Martial Artist could deliver. Only a powerhouse who had reached far higher realms, who possessed insight into the forces of heaven and earth, could perfectly borrow this terrain's momentum to maximize the martial technique's power and effect.

Otherwise, in any other location, Wang Xian felt the Three Thousand Water Aspects might not have trapped the now-enraged Crimsonblood Mountain Lord for even a second or two.

"This place was your dwelling and cultivation ground."

"Did you ever imagine it would also become your burial ground?" Wang Xian narrowed his eyes, gazing at the distant Mountain Lord that had already broken free of the cage. A full 4 seconds had passed. There, in midair, at the position of the woman's heart, a frost gleam seemed to span past and present, dyeing the firmament. In that moment, the woman's jet-black hair was dyed entirely frost-white. The frost gleam condensed at her sword tip rose slowly like a frozen sun.

The mighty sword intent reached its absolute zenith. The next second.

"Returning Cold, One Sword: Frost Embers Scour the Sky!" The woman's clear shout rang through the heavens and earth. Her blade's edge dragged out an ice river that spanned the vault of the sky. The Crimsonblood Mountain Lord, just breaking free of the cage, was instantly entombed by that dazzling ice river. A single sword stroke beheaded it! The might of a Sixth Realm Martial Venerable was perfectly embodied in this moment.

Her frost-white hair drifted in midair, lending a touch of vitality to the woman whose expression was now as severe as an ice prison. Otherwise, one would have the illusion that this was a sword, not a person. Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

"Heavenly Frost Divine Sword Style..." Wang Xian held his chin and watched this scene, nodding to himself. As one of the most powerful sword-style lineages in his previous life, aside from its high innate talent requirements, it had practically no other flaws. This lineage required a certain level of talent intensity. Otherwise, it could not support the cultivation of those formidable martial techniques, nor certain corresponding lineage Secret Skills.

As the woman slowly descended, the frost-white of her hair behind her gradually returned to its original state. She looked at the distant corpse of the Crimsonblood Mountain Lord. Her gaze held a complexity she had never felt before. It was done. The Crimsonblood Mountain Lord she had fought bitterly for days and nights had been dealt with so effortlessly.

Though it was she who had delivered the killing blow, the woman knew: without this insignificant First Realm Martial Artist, she could never have slain it so easily. Even the plan had been proposed entirely by him. The plan was simple, yet the courage and resolve it embodied were anything but small. No First Realm Martial Artist would dare face this B-rank peak creature head-on, a beast rivaling the Sixth Realm. And then there was what she found most inconceivable of all.

"Flowing Water Blade Art at the Return to Simplicity realm."

"A self-created ultimate technique." Drawing upon the momentum of the cold pool, it had trapped the Crimsonblood Mountain Lord for a full 4 seconds. A youth not yet 20, possessing such peerless martial talent.

"Did heaven close a door for him... only to open a window?" In this moment, the woman's heart was filled with mixed emotions. No one understood the true weight of that slash better than she did.

"That sword strike must have drained all your strength, right?" Wang Xian walked over and quickly said, "Here, you go rest. I'll go mutilate the Crimsonblood Mountain Lord's corpse as a precaution."

"To prevent it from regenerating or reviving, or suddenly pulling some kind of second-phase transformation." The woman felt a warmth in her heart. This youth was quite considerate. However, that sword strike, though immensely powerful, had not completely exhausted all her strength. Otherwise, if it had failed, how would she have fled? A certain power gap did exist.

"Rest assured." The woman said after a pause.

"As long as the Tiger Soul Core has not fused with the Crimsonblood Mountain Lord, it cannot do what you call some kind of second-phase transformation."

"I have a question."

"If the Tiger Soul Core is so important, why didn't the Crimsonblood Mountain Lord just eat it and swallow it into its body to slowly refine and cultivate?" Wang Xian felt this woman was deeply knowledgeable about these native alien beasts. Truly erudite.

"Because if it ate it, it might explode and die." The woman said slowly.

"The Malevolent Qi within the core is so dense, so pure, that only after cultivating to A-rank can it be swallowed and carried."

"At the same time, swallowing it would cause a massive surge in its power. If swallowed at A-rank, it could potentially advance directly into an S-rank alien beast."

"It is currently at B-rank peak, so naturally it wanted to wait until A-rank to swallow it."

"Native alien beasts differ from extradimensional alien beasts."

"Combined with their inherent philosophy, they value gradual progression and long, steady growth."

"Even after transforming into alien beasts, this bone-deep nature makes them unwilling to risk swallowing it for cultivation." So that was it. Knowledge gained. Wang Xian thought to himself. In his previous life, he hadn't attended a good university and had lacked knowledge. In this life, he absolutely had to get into a good one and learn far more.

"But even so, as long as the Crimsonblood Mountain Lord hadn't left this region, so long as it lived, the Tiger Soul Core could resonate with it, raising the concentration of Malevolent Qi in the area and thus indirectly aiding its recovery."

"Trying to kill these alien beasts in high-concentration relic secret realms is far more difficult than killing them outside." Wang Xian nodded. Before, Bai Hongtian had easily slain that Gale-Emperor Falcon. But had it been inside an S-rank super-large relic, it likely wouldn't have been so simple. Alien beasts had terrain advantages too.

"Mm, then you go rest first. I'll go dismember and grind the bones of this Crimsonblood Mountain Lord. Just in case!" Wang Xian grinned and walked toward the mountain-like corpse. The woman gave an "mm" of assent, not refusing. Instead, she felt a deep appreciation in her heart.

'This youth is even more cautious than I am.'

"Wait." The woman thought of something and handed her frost longsword to him.

"The Crimsonblood Mountain Lord's corpse, sinews, and bones are extraordinary. Ordinary sharp blades cannot dismember or grind its bones, and on top of that, it's currently completely frozen..."

"Use my sword."

"This sword is a sixth-tier martial combat armament. Though you cannot wield its power, simply relying on the blade's sharpness, you can easily carve up the Crimsonblood Mountain Lord's corpse." Wang Xian halted his steps. He took it, glanced at it, and said nothing more. Looking at the frost longsword in his hand, Wang Xian gently stroked the blade's edge and praised softly:"A fine sword!" The old sister truly was meticulous. He turned and walked away.

Yet he did not see that, the moment he stroked the blade's edge, the woman's cheeks flushed faintly red, and her body even seemed to tremble slightly. A hint of reproach surfaced in the woman's eyes. She seemed about to speak, then stopped herself. In the end, she did not voice any objection, instead simply watching the youth walk toward the Crimsonblood Mountain Lord's corpse... ➤ Next: Governing and Conception Vessels Open! Tiger Soul Spirit Core Obtained! Forge...