Chapter 132: The Power of the Sacred Inscriptions
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Yan Nantian flew into a rage, a vicious expression finally surfacing on his face. “Prince of Chu, you hounded me relentlessly back then. I merely made a few minor mistakes—hardly anything that could be called a crime! What right did you have to oppress me so and strip away ten years of my cultivation?”
The Prince of Chu’s voice grew increasingly severe. “A few minor mistakes? How many people died for the sake of your selfish interests? And even now, you show not the slightest sign of remorse! Today, I shall uphold justice for myself and vent the fury I have carried in my heart!”
The Prince of Chu moved like a roaring lion, his majestic palm force descending with the power of thunder and heaven itself. A Wind-and-Thunder Saber appeared in his hand. This was his weapon—a cursed treasure bearing a Sacred Inscription—and he brought it crashing down.
Yan Nantian had served as a guardian of the Yan Sect for many years. He held a lofty position and was deeply respected. How long had it been since anyone had dared rebuke him like this? In an instant, a surge of fury shot from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head. The dark flames of resentment within him could no longer be restrained, and he let out a thunderous roar that caused heaven and earth to shudder. Then he drew the Heaven-Slaying Immortal Sword, summoned the cultivation he had accumulated over sixty years, and charged forward.
Boom!
With a single deafening blast, the radiance of the two weapons collided.
Heaven and earth seemed to split apart. Countless lights flashed and intertwined, and no one could tell who had won or lost.
Everyone nearby stood frozen. Never had they witnessed such earth-shaking power. Even the Dao童 who had hurried over from afar, panting as he stood outside the imperial palace, stared in stunned silence, not daring to move.
Then, amid the countless flashes of light, the Prince of Chu’s domineering voice rang out:
“This strike is for all under heaven—to sever every selfish desire and eradicate every trace of evil!”
The radiance of the Prince of Chu’s Wind-and-Thunder Saber broke through Yan Nantian’s Immortal Sword and swept across his face.
Yan Nantian was hurled from the city wall and crashed heavily to the ground. He was in a wretched state, his clothes in disarray, his eye sockets blackened, and his face covered in blood.
Furious, he had never endured such humiliation and pain before. He shouted harshly, “Prince of Chu, dare to strike again!”
He abruptly sent the Immortal Sword soaring. A layer of light resembling a heavenly pagoda rose into the air, and he counterattacked.
The Prince of Chu descended like a pouncing lion and roared, “You still dare answer back! This second strike is for the fury I have harbored all these years. I will teach you a proper lesson!”
Once again, he unleashed the power of the curse. With a single sweep of the Wind-and-Thunder Saber, a radiance like clear skies after a storm burst forth, completely overwhelming Yan Nantian’s momentum.
Yan Nantian hurriedly used his cultivation to activate the cursed power, placing the Heaven-and-Earth Immortal Sword before him. At this point, he no longer sought to defeat the Prince of Chu—he only hoped to withstand the blow.
But the Prince of Chu’s strike was far more powerful. It sent the Heaven-and-Earth Immortal Sword flying, then slammed into Yan Nantian’s lips.
In that instant, Yan Nantian seemed to hear countless buzzing sounds, as though innumerable insects and blades were churning inside his mouth. Several teeth flew out, and his jaw was struck askew, twisted to one side.
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The cultivation within his body was shattered, and his meridians were thrown into almost complete disorder.
Yan Nantian’s fury had been beaten out of him. He had invoked the power of the curse twice, yet on both occasions he had been utterly outmatched. Fear rose within him. He had cultivated for more than sixty years, but before the Prince of Chu he was so powerless. Could it be that the Prince of Chu had already cultivated for eighty or even ninety years?
He knew that if the battle continued, his condition would only grow worse. In dejection, he said, “Prince of Chu, I concede!”
The Prince of Chu replied coldly, “For all these years, you have behaved like a vile wretch, plotting relentlessly to harm me. This third strike is for my two sons, and for every grievance my son Cai has suffered!”
The Prince of Chu suddenly exhaled and drew in a breath. Countless rays of light gathered together. At that moment, the entire imperial city began to tremble and quake. Countless flowers shattered, and the ground split apart in every direction.
Then the inscriptions upon his Wind-and-Thunder Saber began to flash, shockingly forming a gigantic golden-armored warrior. Carrying the battle intent of countless soldiers, it gazed down from the distant heavens.
“The power of a Sacred Inscription! It actually transformed into a golden-armored giant! My heavens!”
At that moment, countless people within the imperial palace cried out in shock. A Sacred Inscription could not only increase one’s strength by half; it could even summon terrifying creatures from between heaven and earth.
Such Sacred Inscriptions had appeared only during the ancient war between immortals and demons. They possessed astonishing defensive power, yet the Prince of Chu had unleashed one without hesitation.
Who could possibly withstand the combined might of heaven and the armies of the world?
Countless strands of terror surged through Yan Nantian’s heart. If he failed to resist, he would surely die without leaving a complete corpse. He immediately exhausted every trace of cultivation within his body, abruptly drawing upon the power of his spirit core and forcing the Immortal Sword in his hand to self-destruct.
It was a bronze-grade cursed treasure.
At that moment, countless flames erupted from the Immortal Sword and surged toward the golden-armored giant in the sky.
The Prince of Chu said coldly, “You think detonating a cursed treasure is that easy?”
Under his command, the golden-armored giant leaped down from the distant heavens and, with speed too swift to evade, kicked Yan Nantian squarely in the chest.
The Immortal Sword in Yan Nantian’s hand had detonated only halfway when it was suddenly seized by a terrifying invisible force. As the backlash struck, a gap was instantly cleaved into the sword.
At the same time, the golden-armored giant’s kick landed heavily against his chest, nearly tearing straight through his body.
Yan Nantian desperately twisted aside, but the golden-armored giant kicked him again, snapping his right arm.
If he had not possessed more than sixty years of cultivation, Yan Nantian’s body and soul would already have been annihilated.
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Yan Nantian said, consumed by rage, “Prince of Chu, if you treat me this way, I will return to the Yan Sect and report you to our sect master! He will never spare you!”
The Prince of Chu gave a cold snort. “Since that is the case, do you dare summon your Yan Sect’s founding patriarch, Yan Chixia, to pass judgment?”
The surroundings fell utterly silent.
The name Yan Chixia had been renowned for a century. It was he who had brought the Yan Sect’s teachings to glory.
Who did not know that Yan Chixia hated evil with a passion and despised selfishness above all else?
Though Yan Chixia, as the sect’s founding patriarch, had lived in seclusion for many years, merely mentioning his name was enough to make countless people feel an awe-inspiring and terrifying pressure.
Yan Nantian trembled with fury, yet there was nothing he could do. When he saw that the golden-armored giant was about to trample him again, he had no choice but to use the Yan Sect’s Sacred Teleportation Talisman.
This Sacred Teleportation Talisman possessed the ability to instantly transport its bearer and was worth several times more than an ordinary Daoist talisman. Even Yan Nantian had only one.
In an instant, he was transported to the outskirts of a village a hundred miles away, where he collapsed and lay gasping for breath.
The cursed treasure in his hand, the Heaven-and-Earth Immortal Sword, had been shattered beyond recognition. It had even fallen back to the ordinary grade of cursed treasure.
He lay there for half an hour before his breathing finally began to steady. He then looked toward the horizon and saw that a section of the distant imperial city appeared to have collapsed. The fading image of the golden-armored giant still lingered overhead, searching everywhere for his whereabouts.
At once, Yan Nantian abandoned every thought of revenge. He struggled to invoke his movement arts and desperately hurried back toward the Yan Sect.
He only wanted to inform the Yan Sect’s master that the once-arrogant King of the Mad Lions had returned. His cultivation had reached at least the level of eighty years or more. They had to destroy him as soon as possible, lest he become a threat in the future.
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