This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 981 - 28: Divinity Transformation Approaching

Dragon Sparrow is a fire attribute magical artifact.

Using the Dragon Sparrow as a medium to release the Bing Syllable Mantra not only grants Lu Qingshan double the combat power but also unparalleled control over the Fire Element.

Swish, swish, swish!

In the form of blazing sword qi filaments, they shot out from Lu Qingshan’s apertures.

Within a radius of one zhang around Lu Qingshan, they darted back and forth swiftly, like swimming fish, enveloping the entire area to form an impenetrable barrier.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Whenever any spell or magic artifact approached Lu Qingshan’s body, the sword qi filaments orbiting around him would leap out aggressively, seizing either the magic artifact or spell light, preventing them from coming close.

"What on earth is going on?" Lou Seng’s face changed drastically.

He could barely accept Lu Qingshan’s unparalleled offense, convincing himself.

But aren’t Sword Cultivators notoriously weak in defense?

Yet now, Lu Qingshan stands alone against these waves of attacks, remaining immovable like a mountain, astonishing Lou Seng immensely.

"What level of secret technique is this that makes a mere Void Refining Cultivator so powerful?!" Lou Seng gritted his teeth.

He could hardly believe that such a strong Lu Qingshan was just a Void Refining Cultivator.

But the spiritual power constantly surging around Lu Qingshan kept proving it over and over.

"Impossible, what kind of secret technique is this, suppressing hundreds alone with such ease?"

"Even Honorable Realm Cultivators didn’t possess such combat power in the Fifth Realm, how did he cultivate?"

Three Integration Cultivators hidden on Blade Island exchanged incredulous glances, quickly conversing among themselves.

Meanwhile, Lu Qingshan had already moved again.

"Three breaths." He murmured softly.

From the activation of the Bing Syllable Mantra until now, three breaths had passed.

He still had fifty-seven breaths left.

Though it was considerable, he didn’t want to waste any more time.

Prolonged night incubates more dreams.

His form darted forward, his robes fluttering, his face fair and delicate, yet his expression was solemn and imposing, cold and unyielding like a mountain.

Though his demeanor was ethereal, his divine might was even more intimidating!

The Oblivion River Sword in his hand began to emit tiny but fierce sword qi.

The next moment.

Amid a sky of spells, Lu Qingshan charged towards the Divine Transformation Cultivators besieging him.

A piercing hum rang out as various spell lights clashed, illuminating the mist-covered sky brightly, nearly drowning out Lu Qingshan’s figure.

Yet, as Lu Qingshan moved, sword qi filaments continuously emerged, shattering each spell, extinguishing all spell lights into wisps of spiritual energy dissipating.

It was a truly earth-shattering scene.

Lu Qingshan charged forward unrestrained, though numerous magic artifacts slashed down upon him, they couldn’t impede him, his advance bold and domineering.

"So strong!" The hearts of these people were filled with dread, but they dared not retreat.

Over a dozen body cultivators gritted their teeth, rushing forward like fierce beasts, each immensely vigorous, attempting to hold back Lu Qingshan.

This was the duty of body cultivators.

Unless it was a breakthrough battle led by Sword Cultivators, body cultivators generally assumed the "front line" role.

Regardless of whether they could withstand it, they had to step forward. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

In the previous era, body cultivator players often lamented their plight—doing the hardest work yet suffering the greatest prejudice.

Lu Qingshan paid them no mind, his long sword humming loudly in hand.

Clang!

In an instant, the Oblivion River Sword resounded, sword qi radiating, intertwining to form a terrifying net of heaven and earth, advancing densely and solemnly, enveloping the space.

This sword qi was crystal clear, emitting a soaring killing intent.

They swiftly slashed forward, faster than lightning.

The ten-plus Divine Transformation Cultivators blocking his path stood dumbfounded and motionless, with their once powerful bodies exploding directly, sliced into many pieces, transforming into blood and wreckage.

"Dead?" A Divine Transformation Cultivator from another direction stared blankly at all of this, staring at his comrades reduced to remnants.

They were all of Divine Transformation cultivation, colleagues, although differing in strength, but the inherent gap wasn’t dramatically large.

If Lu Qingshan could effortlessly kill their robust body cultivator colleagues, he could surely take them out just as easily.

How could this not terrify them? How could they not panic?

Lou Seng sensed his subordinates’ fear, knowing if he didn’t act soon, his cultivators might crumble without Lu Qingshan needing to make another move.

His face was solemn as he stood still, fully harnessing the formation powers of Blade Island.

Two yin ghosts formed from the formation’s power wore ferocious expressions, enveloping Lu Qingshan, lunging at him relentlessly.

Behind the yin ghosts, a mist dragon rampaged, baring its fangs, with Yin Qi heavy like snow, covering the sky and the earth.

Such momentum was almost indescribable in words.

A cold glint flickered in Lu Qingshan’s eyes.

As the yin ghosts neared, he swung his sword in an instant.

"Sword Qi Spirit."

In his sea of consciousness, the dazed green snake suddenly showed a joyful expression

—"Finally, some action"!

The next moment.

As the Oblivion River Sword light swept across, sword gangs ravaged in layers, piling up and creating a thousand waves.

This time, the sword qi wasn’t purely azure; amidst the azure, there emerged strands of fiery red sword qi.

The red and azure colors formed a stark contrast, overlapping, intertwining,