Chapter 259 — Killing the Immortal
The Sword Questions the Heavens · Page 8 of 10
By now the eerie blood orb in the sky on the demon sect's side had clearly long since detected this mysterious visitor; it rolled over with a rumbling sound, and both sides were cloaked in radiance, one white and one red, faintly poised in confrontation.
A moment later, a voice filled with furious rage came from within the blood orb: "So it's you!"
Faced with the King of Hell's demand, the figure within the radiance gave no answer at all; he merely raised the Immortal-slaying Ancient Sword in his hand, and in an instant an uncanny shriek arose, and beneath the boundless vault of heaven seven beams of colored light shot suddenly upward from the seven peaks of the Cang Lan range, rising into the sky like flood dragons coursing through the heavens, streaking across the firmament and at last converging upon the Immortal-slaying Ancient Sword.
The uncanny shrieking grew ever louder, filling all the space between heaven and earth, until a moment later it seemed as though past ages were replayed: beneath the vault of heaven that colossal sword of colored qi appeared, and the Immortal-slaying Sword Formation that had circulated in the hearts of countless people finally manifested once more in the mortal world.
"Die!"
Amid the furious shout, the eerie blood orb in the sky too underwent a change; the blood-qi rolled back to either side, revealing what lay within, and though the onlookers were widely experienced, they could not help but stare dumbstruck, drawing in a breath of cold air.
At the very center of the blood orb, shrouded in great masses of blood-qi, was—unmistakably—the Fuxing Cauldron, now wholly turned blood-red; but what astonished them most was that the King of Hell's body had for the greater part already dissolved into the cauldron, leaving only the portion above the chest and the head upon the ancient vessel, his features twisted into a hideous mask, staring with venom at the figure in the brilliant radiance opposite him.
With a single beckoning gesture, as though drawn by immense force, all the countless blood-qi across half the sky was rumblingly swept up, a spectacle beyond compare, and that flood-like red cloud of blood-qi in the King of Hell's hand was transformed into a gigantic crimson spear stretching ten thousand zhang across the heavens, searing bolts of lightning tearing wildly across its length—a thing of utter horror.
"Watch me hack you to pieces, you beast!" In a heart-rending roar, the King of Hell seemed to have lost all reason, left with nothing but a craving for slaughter, and the immense red spear came crashing toward the Immortal-slaying radiance.
Upon Jietian Peak, despite their boundless confidence in the Immortal-slaying Sword Formation, the sight of the King of Hell's world-shaking demonic might still turned every face pale and struck every tongue dumb; Lu Xueling in particular stared at the heavens, her face as white as paper.
The Immortal-slaying Sword Formation that appeared this time was not the same as the one Dao Yan Zhenren had driven forth twice before. In the heavens, besides that one insufferably proud, world-disdaining colossal sword of colored qi, the countless millions of lesser qi-swords in all their shifting, sky-covering multitudes did not appear. Yet, for some reason, though there was but a single qi-sword, the majestic power emanating from within the Immortal-slaying Sword Formation surpassed that of old; even a tiny movement of the colossal colored sword above the radiance seemed to faintly hold the terrible power to rend the firmament and drag at the stars.