Chapter 259 — Killing the Immortal
The Sword Questions the Heavens · Page 9 of 10
As the colossal red spear came shattering through the sky, irresistible, some in the crowd cried out in alarm—but the figure in the radiance showed not the slightest intent to dodge. On the contrary, he met the giant spear head-on: abruptly gripping the sword with both hands, he swept it forward, and at once thunder crashed across the heavens, rumbling on and on; beneath the blue sky the Immortal-slaying colossus wheeled about with a roar and cleaved straight down at the crimson spear.
The two dread colossal weapons collided with a thunderous crash in the vault of heaven, and in an instant burst forth a searing flash a thousand times hotter than the sun; no one could keep their eyes open, and through the deafening roar the earth shook and the mountains swayed, and the whole Cang Lan range seemed unable to withstand the immense majesty of heaven and earth, cowering as though it would bow its head.
As the radiance thinned a little, the crowd strained eagerly to look up, and there in the fierce battlefield of the heavens they saw a vast vortex of air currents, a profound blackness like a bottomless abyss, gazing coldly down upon the mortal world; beneath the vortex the colored Immortal-slaying colossus had shed all its seven hues, becoming a blazing, dazzling white sword of light that pierced the firmament and came cleaving down with the momentum of world-annihilation.
The crimson spear snapped at the stroke!
"Ah..." A dreadful scream rose from the mouth of the King of Hell, now one with the Fuxing Cauldron; in his despairing disbelief—blood even streaming from his eyes—he howled madly: "Impossible, impossible... I have the power of Shura, I have Shura..."
His final words were drowned in the raging wind; the Immortal-slaying Sword had cloven the giant blood spear yet did not withdraw, but pressed on with its momentum—in an instant the whole vault of heaven was cloaked in the radiance of the Immortal-slaying Ancient Sword, the clouds of the sky rolling wildly, as though all the gods and demons of every heaven above and every hell below trembled and quailed before that terrible Immortal-slaying power!
That one sword—straight at the Fuxing Cauldron, straight at the King of Hell, straight into the depths of the red clouds, into the very heart of sin within the blood orb!
The blazing radiance burned all things, swept up and tore to shreds every gleam in the heavens; wind and cloud, thunder and lightning roared without cease, and countless torn clouds were swept upward and swallowed into that unfathomable black vortex in the firmament.
The King of Hell's face showed despair, but within that despair was revealed something more: madness. Laughing wildly, howling wildly, he waved both hands and abruptly thrust them into the eyes of the demonic visage carved upon the body of the Fuxing Cauldron.
"Boom!" A peal of angry thunder in an instant overwhelmed every sound beneath the heavens; two columns of blood suddenly spurted from the King of Hell's eyes, and though gravely wounded he still laughed on and on—and upon the Fuxing Cauldron, as though its final divine might had been roused, a dreadful blood-red silhouette, ten thousand zhang tall, slowly took shape behind the King of Hell.
"Die!" A maddened roar resounded through the heavens, and that eerie blood-demon shadow surged into motion, trailing a terrible aura and dragging the blood-qi of all the sky with it, and once more pounced toward the Immortal-slaying radiance.
And the blade of blazing white light that the Immortal-slaying Ancient Sword had become—in the very next instant, it struck the Fuxing Cauldron.
"Ah..."
Amid that dreadful howl, torn by heart-rending agony, and behind the dazzling burst of radiance, a figure was forcibly driven out of the Fuxing Cauldron by the Immortal-slaying Ancient Sword, flung far away as though all his strength had been stripped from him, vanishing beyond the distant horizon, never to be seen again.