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Chapter 701: The Return of Ten Thousand Swords
🕑 Added 2024-12-08 06:01:30 +0000 UTCAt this moment, Lin Qian was able to confirm that there was indeed someone controlling the army of undead behind them. This person should be the Dark Mage.
The undead army manipulated by the opponent was not just mindlessly slaughtering; their power had increased, and the Dark Mage was also capable of directing their actions from behind the scenes.
It felt as though a general was commanding his subordinates, similar to his own national battle mode.
In this battlefield, he had already gained the upper hand. To avoid further losses, the opponent was retreating and reorganizing.
Thinking of this, Lin Qian gently released Ye Xin: “How about it, Xin’er? Can you fly by yourself for a while?”
“Hmm!” Ye Xin nodded slightly, standing in the air and watching Lin Qian, unsure of what he intended to do.
At this moment, Lin Qian looked at the retreating undead army in the distance, his eyes narrowing slightly. He activated the Imperial Eye, and the Imperial Emperor's robe around him surged wildly, exuding an overwhelming pressure from within.
The massive commotion startled others on the battlefield. Those who were cheering finally shifted their attention to this suddenly appearing figure.
Earlier, his roar and Ye Xin's intimate demeanor made those alien races who had just joined the Huaxia Empire realize that this should be the young benevolent emperor and martial emperor they had heard about but never seen.
The pressure emanating from him instilled fear in them, and they couldn't help but exclaim, “Indeed, he is powerful.”
However, they were also curious about what Lin Qian intended to do by suddenly unleashing such a vast amount of pressure.
At this moment, Lin Qian in mid-air ignored everyone's gaze. The Thunder Night Sword and Cloud Sword successfully armed themselves, ultimately merging into one to become the Emperor Sword.
Beside him, the Supreme Yuanzun could only marvel at the scene.
The dual martial spirits could fuse together, and no matter how many times he saw it, it was always a wonder.
The golden-hued Emperor attribute soul power was crazily condensing on the Emperor Sword, which gradually floated away from Lin Qian's hand and hovered in mid-air, eventually drifting behind him.
In an instant, the Emperor Sword's body radiated brilliant golden light, forming a massive golden curtain that was semi-transparent, spanning across the sky, capturing everyone's attention.
Everyone present curiously gazed in Lin Qian's direction, unsure of what this action meant or what kind of soul skill it was.
In the void beyond the realm, the Dark Mage had been focused on Lin Qian since his appearance.
He did not expect that after Lin Qian's arrival, the previously stable battlefield would undergo such a dramatic turnaround, something he never anticipated.
Moreover, the guy wielding the long spear had exhibited an unexpectedly bizarre increase in strength that he had never witnessed before.
To avoid wasting the strength of the 80 million undead troops in this area, the Dark Mage decided to temporarily withdraw them to preserve his power.
However, Lin Qian's next move intrigued him. He couldn't understand why Lin Qian was standing still and gathering such a large curtain of soul power.
In the Dark Mage's view, creating such a massive curtain was utterly pointless.
“My rivers and mountains cannot be sullied by others. Anyone who offends the Huaxia Empire will be punished, no matter how far away they are.”
In mid-air, Lin Qian's eyes suddenly burst forth with brilliant sword light. In an instant, powerful sword intent spread out, making everyone feel a painful tingling on their skin, as if countless sharp swords were slicing through the air.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
A long, resonating sound of swords suddenly echoed across the sky. People could only see the curtain behind Lin Qian, where the Emperor Sword was stationed, rippling with waves, giving birth to golden swords forged from Emperor attribute soul power.
Amid the swirling ripples, the pointed tips of swords emerged first, followed by the slender sword bodies and then the sword hilts.
What was strange was that these sword energies had no discernible sword stance.
This move was not a technique from a game nor a soul skill from this world; it originated from another universe, a gift from a fellow Earthman when he sent Lin Qian a powerful medicine.
It was said to be a technique from a famous sect on Earth…
The Shu Mountain Sword Sect!
In his past life, Lin Qian did not believe in ghosts or gods, but his current experiences and the descriptions from another chosen one left him with no choice but to believe.
He even vaguely felt that a mysterious hand might be controlling everything behind the scenes, sending people from Earth to other universe worlds for some inscrutable purpose.
Thus, he had agreed with that fellow countryman to reach the peak together and uncover this mystery.
“Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect Formation!”
Lin Qian's eyes narrowed as he suddenly pointed forward with his hand.
In an instant, the gathered sword energies shot forward, pursuing the retreating undead army.
Although the undead army fled quickly, they could not match the speed of Lin Qian's sword energies.
The peculiar long swords formed from golden soul power were flying swords, incredibly swift and lethal.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
The golden sword energies surged like a dragon of swords, weaving through the air to chase after the fleeing undead army. Each long sword was not randomly attacking but targeted each undead soldier individually.
The wave of flying swords collided with the retreating undead army.
Countless skeletal corpses shattered, and the decaying bodies fell to the ground, their hearts pierced by the flying swords, releasing black miasma from their wounds.
“Slash!” Lin Qian suddenly raised his hand, and the wave of sword energies sliced through the bodies of the undead army, obliterating them completely, rendering them unable to be revived or restored by dark energy.
With the sword energies cutting across, the undead army had already fled far away. Even though those present had excellent vision, they could only see blurred shadows.
However, the distant blurred figures continued to fall, evidently all slain by Lin Qian.
Thinking of this, everyone couldn't wait to rush forward, and Lin Qian also sheathed the Emperor Sword, moving slowly.
When they reached the front, they found the ground covered with the shattered bodies of the undead army, none of which could move. Everyone couldn't help but swallow hard, looking back at Lin Qian, who was slowly approaching, their eyes filled with reverence and a hint of gathering admiration.
They truly did not expect that the benevolent emperor and martial emperor of the Huaxia Empire possessed such terrifying strength, almost beyond comprehension.
“This move really is quite useful, old countryman,” Lin Qian remarked as he looked down at the scattered remains of the undead army.
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