Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

Chapter 633 - 440: Sword Falling Star River, Martial God’s True Body Technique

"Fine! In that case, take this!"

He Jie shouted angrily, his sword blade bursting forth with boundless radiance, as tens of thousands of sword lights flared around him, dazzling like a sea of stars across the sky.

"Sword Falling Star River—!"

With a thunderous roar, He Jie swung his sword, sending countless starlit Sword Qi sweeping toward Long Ju in a torrential wave.

"Gun Breaks the Sky!"

Just as He Jie unleashed his power, Spirit Mountain Daoist erupted with his mightiest assault.

The spear aura, entwined with fiery flames, looked like a titanic divine spear thrust into the heavens, as if ready to pierce the firmament itself, hurtling straight toward Long Ju.

Facing these twin attacks, Long Ju showed not a trace of fear.

He simply swung the giant sword in his hand, and behind him manifested an unfathomable, pitch-black abyss.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

In the next instant, countless Sword Lights surged forth from the abyss like a swarm of locusts, densely packed and overwhelming.

This was the Celestial Nether Sword Sect’s ultimate killing strike—the Celestial Nether Godslaying Sword Technique.

Rumble—

As Sword Aura and Spear Aura collided in a violent clash, an immensely powerful wave of Primordial Power erupted outward.

Once again, those of lesser strength nearby were sent flying by the shockwave.

The battle of Tribulation Crossing experts was not something ordinary folk could witness—even the stray aftermath of Primordial Power was enough to wipe out a Mahayana Cultivator.

Lin Chang’sheng instinctively retreated explosively—he had no desire to be caught in the crossfire of these three titans.

Otherwise, a heavy wound would not be worth the risk.

Some Elders of Mahayana Stage from various Major Sects who were too close were not so fortunate, being sent hurtling away, some even vomiting blood on the spot.

Such was the terrifying might of the Primordial Power waves unleashed by the three Tribulation Crossing experts.

The clash did not end in an instant. Instead, the three attacks hung deadlocked in the sky, each combatant pouring their own Primordial Power into the fray without end.

Long Ju’s cultivation was indeed formidable, but facing two opponents at once, he gained no advantage, his face growing visibly red from the exertion.

Still, it had to be said—the Celestial Nether Godslaying Sword Technique was monstrously powerful, standing its ground even in a two-against-one showdown.

Now, in this three-way struggle, whoever flinched first would surely be grievously wounded by the others—no one dared be the first to withdraw.

Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t rushing to flee either; doing so now might invite the wrath and pursuit of all three Tribulation Crossing experts.

Patience was the key at this moment.

If the three maimed each other badly enough, all the better.

There might even be a chance to slay a Tribulation Crossing powerhouse. Such a foe’s treasure hoard would be vast, little less than discovering a Grotto Heaven Blessed Land itself.

Fortune favors the bold—Lin Chang’sheng had no intention of letting this opportunity slip away.

"Lin Chang’sheng, why aren’t you leaving?!"

Immortal Master Zhengyang transmitted his voice to Lin Chang’sheng. Now that the three were mired in a stalemate, this was the perfect chance to escape.

But Lin Chang’sheng just shook his head, infuriating Immortal Master Zhengyang.

This brat really is a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger!

Once the fighting ends, Lin Chang’sheng will be doomed for sure.

Too late—

Seeing the impasse, Lin Chang’sheng drew his Divine Thunder Bow; instantly, thunder rumbled tumultuously around him.

Bolts of silver lightning danced in the sky.

On the Divine Thunder Bow, streak after streak of Celestial Thunder Arrows coalesced into form.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

In the blink of an eye, Lin Chang’sheng released the bowstring. Thunderbolt Arrows shot across the heavens at a speed too fast for the eye to follow—one couldn’t even glimpse the arrows themselves.

This time, Lin Chang’sheng did not target He Jie and Spirit Mountain Daoist, but aimed straight at Long Ju.

If Lin Chang’sheng were to fall into the hands of He Jie or Spirit Mountain Daoist, he might still have some wiggle room—after all, there were no mortal enemies between them.

But if captured by Long Ju, it would surely be a dead end.

Lin Chang’sheng and the Celestial Nether Sword Sect already had blood debts that could not be reconciled.

Of the three present, Lin Chang’sheng most wanted Long Ju dead first.

Long Ju was the greatest threat to him as well.

As those Thunderbolt Arrows tore straight toward him, Long Ju’s eyes sharpened coldly, his fury boiling over.

If Lin Chang’sheng’s Divine Bow was of Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure Level, he wouldn’t have even spared it a glance.

But a Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure’s power couldn’t be underestimated—he had to take this seriously.

"You little bastard, you court death!"

There was no time to dodge. Long Ju could only roar in rage, unleashing his Elemental Shield to envelop his body, desperate to avoid injury from the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure.

He was fighting for his life against He Jie and Spirit Mountain Daoist—and now Lin Chang’sheng dared launch a sneak attack?

Once he had a free hand, the first thing would be to behead Lin Chang’sheng.

Bang! Bang! Bang—

Bolt after bolt of Thunderbolt Arrows crashed down on Long Ju’s surrounding Elemental Shield, unleashing deafening waves of thunder.

The Primordial Power of a Tribulation Crossing expert was truly unmatched—even holding a Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure, Lin Chang’sheng could not break through.

Still, though the Thunderbolt Arrows failed to wound Long Ju, they forced him to divert a portion of his Primordial Power, leaving him at a disadvantage head-on against He Jie and Spirit Mountain Daoist.

Their combined attacks struck him the very next instant.

Seeing this, Long Ju could only retreat explosively.

But now that he was withdrawing, how could he avoid the Myriad Sword Lights and Fiery Flame Spear?

In that instant, both attacks blasted into his body.

Rumble—

Amidst the tremendous impact, Long Ju was sent plummeting to the earth, obliterating dozens of mountains along the way.

The sheer ferocity of their combined attacks was plain to see.

When the dust finally settled, a colossal crater had appeared on the ground.

Within it, Long Ju now lay grievously wounded, his body scored by He Jie’s Myriad Sword Lights, fresh blood flowing freely.

The worst wound was at his abdomen—a gaping hole that exposed the bone beneath, nearly impaling him through.

This had been inflicted by Spirit Mountain Daoist’s Spear Aura.

Now, Long Ju, so gravely injured, was void of his earlier arrogance.

He’d been holding his own against He Jie and Spirit Mountain Daoist—yet in the end, he lost because of Lin Chang’sheng’s hand.