bookandnovel Chapter 14765 Black Sword Soul
Chapter 14765 Black Sword Soul
Chapter 14765 Black Sword Soul
Huang Heibao stretched out his fingers and gently stroked the sword. His fingertips traced the blood-red patterns, and the sword trembled slightly, emitting a faint hum, as if it had a spirit and responded to his touch, as if telling the story of the Demon Lord's glorious reign over the world.
"Don't blame me." Huang Heibao sighed softly, his tone carrying a hint of guilt, but more so a sense of helplessness in the face of reality.
"Rather than let this sword bring about our own demise and destroy the Black Sword Hall, we should offer it to the Silent Court in exchange for cultivation resources and protection, allowing the Black Sword Hall to grow stronger. In the future, we may have a chance to reclaim what belongs to us."
As soon as he finished speaking, he flipped his wrist, and the longsword returned to its sheath with a crisp sound. The demonic energy around him also subsided. He then tied the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword back to his waist, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily as he quietly awaited the arrival of the people from the Silent Court.
Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and several sharp whooshing sounds suddenly came from the horizon, carrying fierce energy fluctuations, breaking the tranquility of the valley.
Five figures descended from the sky like arrows released from a bow, landing steadily in the valley. Their auras were sharp, and their eyes were fixed on the yellow-black leopard. In an instant, they surrounded him.
The first person was a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe with python patterns. He had an arrogant face and sinister eyes. He held a golden longsword in his hand, and the blade exuded a strong snake-like aura. He was none other than Long Sanhuan, the seventh leader of the Three Serpent Hall.
The four people beside him were all quite powerful: Jian Miaozhi from the Heavenly Sword Hall, Shen Wansan from the Shen family, Xia Laozi from the Black Sound Hall, and a top expert from the Three Serpents Palace.
Everyone looked solemn, their eyes fixed on the sword sheath at Huang Heibao's waist.
"Yellow Black Panther!" Long Sanhuan stepped forward, his serpentine aura surging suddenly, his tone icy and laced with mockery.
"I heard your Black Sword Hall acquired a treasure and has been hiding it here secretly. What, are you trying to keep it all for yourself? Do you think our various forces are just for show?"
Huang Heibao's expression darkened, and black sword energy surged around him instantly. His tone was tinged with anger as he said in a deep voice:
"Long Sanhuan, what do you mean by this? What my Black Sword Hall obtained has nothing to do with your Three Serpent Hall. You've trespassed into my Black Sword Hall's territory with your men; this is far too presumptuous!"
Long Sanhuan chuckled, his tone tinged with disdain and greed:
"What do you mean? My Three Serpents Hall and your Black Sword Hall are both under the Holy Temple. Now that you have obtained a heaven-defying treasure, good things should naturally be shared by everyone. Why are you hiding it from everyone? Are you trying to hog all the benefits by yourself?"
Jian Miaozhi, standing beside him, slowly stepped forward. Her green robes fluttered in the wind, and the ancient sword on her back hummed faintly. Her face was cold and aloof, her eyes sharp as swords, and she said in a cold voice:
"Yellow Black Panther, if you know what's good for you, hand over the treasure right now, or don't blame us for being impolite. Today we'll raze this valley to the ground and annihilate your Black Sword Hall!"
Huang Heibao's face was ashen, his eyes fixed on Jian Miaozi, his tone filled with anger: "Jian Miaozi, this matter has nothing to do with your Heavenly Sword Hall, yet you've come to meddle. Do you intend to make enemies of my Black Sword Hall?"
Jian Miaozhi spoke calmly, her tone steady yet carrying an undeniable firmness:
“Treasures belong to those with virtue, and cannot be monopolized by one person or one power.”
Your Black Sword Hall is weak and lacks sufficient resources to protect such a treasure. Rather than letting it gather dust in your hands, you should hand it over so that we, the various factions, can divide it equally and make the best use of it.
"Bullshit!" Huang Heibao roared, his black sword energy surging, his tone filled with madness and resentment.
"This is a treasure that my Black Sword Hall obtained with great difficulty. Why should I give it to you? If you want the treasure, you'll have to step over my dead body first!"
Long Sanhuan sneered, a ruthless glint in his eyes: "Since you're so stubborn and refuse to listen to reason, don't blame us for taking action! Brothers, let's attack together, kill him, and seize the treasure!"
Before she finished speaking, Jian Miaozhi had already made her move without the slightest hesitation!
Clang...
The ancient sword was drawn, and a burst of azure sword light suddenly erupted. The sword light was extremely sharp and carried a chilling killing intent. Like a meteor chasing the moon, it instantly slashed in front of Huang Heibao.
The sword wind howled, causing the yellow and black leopard's clothes to flutter loudly, and the surrounding air was torn apart by the sword energy, leaving behind tiny spatial cracks.
Huang Heibao's expression hardened, and he dared not be careless in the slightest. He retreated suddenly, and at the same time, a huge black ancient sword phantom appeared behind him... That was his martial spirit, the Black Sword Martial Spirit!
The black sword, formed from his martial spirit, was entirely black and exuded a strong aura of killing intent. Its blade was covered with mysterious patterns, making it even more imposing than the longsword in his hand.
"kill!"
Huang Heibao let out a low shout, his mind urging, and the black sword martial spirit behind him instantly condensed into a huge black longsword, carrying incomparably violent power, and went to meet Jian Miaozi's cyan sword light!
clang……!
A deafening clang of metal suddenly erupted, echoing throughout the valley. A powerful shockwave swept in all directions, shattering the rocks around the valley and sending debris flying everywhere.
Jian Miaozi's ancient sword clashed fiercely with the black sword formed by the Yellow Black Panther's martial spirit, scattering countless brilliant sparks. The two sharp sword energies intertwined and collided, shattering the surrounding space.
"Black Sword Soul?" Jian Miaozhi's body trembled slightly, her brows furrowed tightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes before she slowly spoke.
"As expected of Huang Heibao, having led the Black Sword Hall for many years, his Black Sword Martial Soul is indeed quite powerful, actually able to withstand my sword strike."
Yellow Black Panther sneered, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes. The black sword in his hand suddenly emitted a strange black light, within which were mysterious golden patterns... those were holy runes!
He had already integrated the sacred runes into his black sword martial soul. With the help of the sacred runes, the power of the black sword increased several times over, and its sword aura became increasingly fierce, carrying a sense of oppressiveness that made people's hearts tremble.
"Black Sword - Soul Slayer!"
Huang Heibao let out a low shout and swung his longsword out. The black sword spirit behind him also exerted its power in sync, and black light condensed into a huge black longsword phantom.
Above the phantom, holy runes flowed, radiating a vast killing power. It slashed down at Jian Miaozi from mid-air, and wherever it passed, the space trembled violently, as if it was about to be completely severed by this sword!
boom……!
The black giant sword phantom crashed down, and Jian Miaozi's expression changed drastically. She dared not be careless in the slightest and quickly dodged to the side. At the same time, she swung her ancient sword rapidly, and streaks of cyan sword light condensed to form a solid defensive barrier.
However, the power of the black giant sword phantom was too strong. Even with her best efforts to defend, she could not completely block it. The sword energy swept across her shoulder, tearing a gash in her blue dress, and blood seeped out.
Jian Miaozi let out a muffled groan, her body involuntarily retreating several feet, her breath slightly disordered, and a trace of solemnity flashed in her eyes... The black sword martial soul of the yellow black leopard, fused with the holy runes, was far more powerful than she had expected.