Chapter 126 — The Witch Demon
The Sword Questions the Heavens · Page 5 of 6
Lu Xueling did not know. Layer upon layer, wave upon wave, like billows, like towering swells, like ghosts wailing, like demons shrieking, the blood-devouring red radiance came roaring down, and its venomous demonic power nearly drew the very essence and blood from her whole body.
Tianxuan like snow, transformed into a heaven-cleaving great sword, came crashing down and split the mountain-like red radiance in two. The immense demonic power rebounded; Lu Xueling, white robes fluttering, was flung back into the sky, yet her figure moved graceful and unhurried through the wind, her sharp blade brandishing, thread after thread of shrill ringing, and in an instant wind and clouds gathered, all of them around her.
That fine hair drifting, brushing past a fair cheek—the hue of a jade countenance.
A deep breath.
She took seven paces, dancing like a fairy upon the clouds; before she could even open her mouth to chant the spell, the sky had already rolled up the clouds like a scroll, transforming into a vortex that trembled violently.
"The Nine Heavens' Mystic Threshold, become the divine thunder. The majestic might of Heaven—let the sword draw it down!"
The ancient incantation echoed mysteriously once more across the sky, and that white figure was mirrored in whose eyes, like a lily dancing madly?
Ten years of time, in this storm-tossed foreign land, in this place where heaven and earth changed color and wind and clouds gathered—all of it surfaced one by one.
A vast and profound vortex of darkness spun swiftly across the sky, lightning writhing through it, the wind shrieking. Lu Xueling stood in midair, white robes fluttering.
The supreme secret art of the Canglan Sect, the "True Art of the Divine Sword Summoning Thunder," was displayed in her hands with such grandeur and such boundless power that at this moment even compared with Tian Buhui in the battle of Liubo Mountain that day, her aura was not the least bit inferior.
The Orthodox cultivators around her all marveled, but this scene, falling into Ming Li's eyes, jolted him in a way no one knew.
There, deep in the clouds, beneath the Tianxuan sword, at the moment when the endless blue light was in full bloom, within Lu Xueling's figure there was faintly, dimly, a trace of pale gold—carrying a measure of solemnity, and a measure of strangeness too.
This was not the doctrine of the Canglan Sect!
The fierce wind grew ever more urgent. This thought flashed through Ming Li's mind and was gone; behind his savage laughter, in his heart and in his eyes, what else remained?
A cold gaze looked down from the sky, and behind the red radiance, a proud and evil figure.
Lu Xueling's bright eyes were frost itself. She gave a long cry, and the lightning that filled the heavens rang out in thunderous unison, rolling far into the distance as though it would tear the sky and earth apart.
Deep within the clouds, countless bolts of lightning gathered swift as thought, thunderclaps bursting unending across the horizon. In a few moments, within the depths of that dark vortex, a huge shaft of lightning took shape and plunged down from the heavens, striking the Tianxuan Divine Sword.
That dazzling radiance seemed to rest in her hand.
"What swordcraft!"
Ming Li laughed aloud, a bitter and savage laugh that thundered upward through the red glow, piercing enough to rend the heart and split the lungs.
That white figure, exalted on high, of peerless grace—after all, she was this unattainable...
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The Blood-Devouring Bead bloomed with inexhaustible light. In that instant, the three strange gleams of red, azure, and black were all of them wielded to their utmost by Ming Li's evil power, rank with demonic aura, howling toward the heavens like ghosts and weeping spirits, enough to make one's hair stand on end.
Lu Xueling's expression turned colder still; the last flicker of hesitation in her eyes was at last severed.