My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 852 - 518: Ghost Lord’s Annihilation (4-in-1 Bonus)

The rings of iron armor were stretched thin by the gnarled flesh, casting a massive shadow from the towering figure. The body, covered in blood and grime, had pieces of flesh dripping from the gaps in the armor, projecting an incomparable sense of oppression.

From the slits of the face armor, eyes stained red stared fixedly at the Taoist, a thick murderous aura seeped forth, condensing into the roar of a tiger and wolf.

Zhao Shourui gazed from afar at the scene, the murderous intent in his eyes even more intense than before. He rubbed the Peach Wood Sword with his fingertips, murmuring repeatedly, "Not enough, still not enough..."

Still not enough to kill that Taoist,

Still insufficient to reclaim... the Tai Sha Sword.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Shourui's lips buzzed, murmuring two words almost simultaneously with the Ghost Lord: "Tai... Sha..."

As the voice faded, Chen Yi suddenly sensed a buzzing from the Sword Box on his back, his face darkened.

This night, anyone who knew of the Tai Sha Sword coveted it immensely, almost like a demonic ring... Chen Yi glanced again, seeing the lingering, unshakeable murderous intent in Zhao Shourui's eyes, and realized that countless heart demons had unknowingly arisen in him.

Heart Demons are greed, anger, and delusion; cultivators cultivate truth and maintain clarity. Whether seeing manifestations, shadow forms, or a hundred celestial fragrances and clouds covering the room, or hearing celestial music, many disturbances and calamities may appear at will, blinding both eyes with curious illusionary phenomena.

Perhaps it was the incomplete teachings from the True Martial Mountain, or years of stagnant cultivation, this True Martial Taoist's Heart Lake was already unstable, with cracks forming. Though he didn't perform the purification rituals, wearing the purple robe was clear evidence of this. These cracks were opportunistically invaded by the Ghost Lord's murderous aura, amplifying desire and distorting perception.

As for the finer details, Chen Yi had no time to delve into them.

The Ghost Lord Wang Jian attacked once more.

It was as if a towering pagoda flashed before him, the halberd sweeping with a violent gust, its power terrifying, as though splitting mountains and cracking the earth.

Chen Yi did not resist forcefully, he raised his sword to deflect, the rounded Sword Intent dispersing the fierce wind into nothingness. Even so, when the sword edge met the halberd, Wang Jian's murderous aura surged abruptly, a tremendous counterforce attacked as the Ghost Lord twisted around, tearing open Chen Yi's Sword Intent World.

The chaotic wind, like white threads, made Chen Yi's Daoist robe flap loudly, the long sword in his hand spun around, turning into the art of 'using four ounces to move a thousand pounds', attempting to pry open the halberd. Wang Jian stepped forward again, his immense murderous aura pressing down on Chen Yi like a city wall.

With his left hand, Chen Yi executed a flourish, the sword flower rising, producing a series of ringing sounds in the air, clearly overcoming strength with softness. As the halberd swept in to break through with force, Chen Yi spun with the soft momentum, his right hand wielding a cold blade, instantly transforming soft power into hard power, delivering a terrifying slash!

In an instant, as blades collided, sparks erupted, smoke and dust surged like a tide, followed by a huge shock, exploding as if a broken drum into scattered dust. The two figures were violently separated, shooting through clouds and mist like cannonballs. When they steadied, the dispersing dust came rushing towards them.

Wang Jian firmly stepped down, lifted his left foot, and then charged forward. The ground beneath his feet cracked like a spider web, and the massive shadow once again loomed over Chen Yi. With a fervent gaze under the face armor, the halberd's momentum was grand, hacking, stabbing, hooking, pecking, sweeping, slashing, smashing, the hundred-pound Mystic Iron Halberd carving countless afterimages, and he engaged in a fierce battle with Chen Yi without any sign of fatigue, instead growing braver as he fought!

"Tai Sha..." His voice was almost hoarse as he shouted the two words.

A tremendous shock on Chen Yi's back, inside the Flying Sword was frantically crashing into the Sword Box, making his bones reverberate.

"Clang!"

A scarlet sword aura suddenly broke out of its box, drawing lines of blood in the void, the Tai Sha Sword struggling out from the gap.

The Taoist suddenly turned around, angrily shouted, "Get back!"

The restless Flying Sword hesitated for a moment, but when the Taoist reached out to it with danger, his Daoist robe billowing and his five fingers locking onto it, the Tai Sha Sword immediately retracted as fast as lightning.

"Tai Sha!!"

The once treasured sword flickered and vanished, as Wang Jian's roar burst from behind the bronze face armor, each word ground out with a bloody taste, his body swelling and becoming even more frighteningly grotesque, as if countless angers were about to pour out.

Beneath Wang Jian's face armor, flesh wriggled and twisted, like thousands of venomous snakes crawling beneath the skin. Long-buried memories, tinged with blood and wind, surged forth.

That sword, so familiar...

In front of the steps of Xianyang Palace, Princess Huayang personally attached this sword to his waist.

"My lord, may you pacify the six nations, and not fail the king's grace."

So familiar... so vivid still.

The army then set out, 300,000 Mystic Armors arrayed outside Hangu Pass. He raised this sword high, and the resounding under the pass was thunderous!

"By the king's command, all eight directions submit!"

The battle cries of that year still echoed in his ears... Dark red blood mist seeped from the cracks in Wang Jian's face armor as he heard his own throat emit a roar unlike human, those oaths and heads buried in yellow sand, those victories and bones consumed by war flames, all memories turning into thousands of vengeful spirits, tearing at his already decayed viscera.

"By the king's command, all eight directions submit!"

With the roar, the Mystic Iron Halberd, like a colossal object, uprose from the ground, tearing through the void, crashing down onto the Taoist like a black towering mountain!

Almost simultaneously, the dark sky rolled with fragments of a green dragon from above Chen Yi's head!

Thunder as thick as a tree trunk snapped from the sky, majestic and vast, rushing forward like a dragon forming from streams!

A flash of golden light burst in Chen Yi's eyes.....

...........

Time rewinds to half an hour earlier.