novelbin Chapter 564 - 461: Chaotic Godfiend Aspect
Chapter 564 - 461: Chaotic Godfiend Aspect
At this moment, he was filled with anger, without any nonsense, his inner world projection of heaven and earth unfolded instantly.
A vast world of blue and black appeared behind him, with mountains, rivers all composed of Demonic Qi, and the sun, moon, and stars emitting an eerie light.
"Inner World Projection of Heaven and Earth!"
The disciples of the Sword Palace turned pale with fright and trembled uncontrollably at the sight.
The terror of a Grandmaster lies in their ability to project their inner world into the real world, using the Power of Heaven and Earth to crush their opponents.
"What courage!"
Jian Chen didn’t expect this man to strike without a word, and shouted angrily, his inner world of heaven and earth also unfolded instantly.
A dazzling sword world emerged, countless Sword Qi crisscrossing, colliding with Li Changkong’s world of Demonic Qi.
"Noisy."
Li Changkong said coldly, lightly waving his right hand, and the Demonic Qi in the inner world transformed into a giant magic hand, slamming towards Jian Chen.
Where the magic hand passed, the space twisted, the White Jade beams of the main hall broke instantly, and the entire hall collapsed, sending dust flying into the sky.
Li Changkong didn’t stop, as he continued to fight Jian Chen, his inner world worked fully, the blue-black Demonic Qi rushing toward every corner of the Sword Palace.
"Boom! Boom!"
A series of loud explosions continued, the halls, pavilions, and sculptures of the Sword Palace collapsed and shattered under the pressure of Demonic Qi.
The mountain on the thousand-zhang cliff trembled, countless stones rolling down, smoke and dust covering the sky.
The disciples of the Sword Palace screamed and fled in all directions, but couldn’t escape the inner world’s coverage, all of them injured by the Demonic Qi, lying on the ground, dying.
The Elders fought with all their might but were powerless against Li Changkong’s absolute strength, their life and death unknown.
Jian Chen’s eyes were full of rage and despair, struggling desperately, but still utterly defeated.
"Bang!"
As the terrifying force crushed, his sword broke, the light in Jian Chen’s eyes completely disappeared, collapsing heavily to the ground, dead.
Half an hour later, Li Changkong retracted his inner world of heaven and earth.
The once majestic Sword Palace was now razed to the ground, leaving only a mess of ruins, with most of the mountain on the cliff shaved off, countless corpses scattered, a miserable sight.
Li Changkong glanced at the ruins, his eyes devoid of any emotion, turned and transformed into a stream of light, disappearing into the sky.
The news of the Sword Palace’s destruction and Jian Chen’s Grandmaster’s death spread swiftly throughout Southern Heaven as if with wings.
The martial world was utterly shocked and terrified.
"It’s horrifying! Simply horrifying!"
"That’s the Sword Palace! A sacred place passed down for millennia, with Grandmaster Jian Chen guarding it, yet it was destroyed like that? The legacy is gone!"
"All four sacred places are finished! Even the Grandmasters can’t stop him, what kind of monster is Li Changkong?"
In tea houses, taverns, inns, martial artists discussed this matter everywhere, every face filled with fear.
...
At this moment, the only two remaining Grandmasters among the Six Great Sects, stationed at "Haoran Academy" and "Nether Valley," were deeply shocked upon hearing the news and hurriedly gathered together.
Li Changkong’s fierce reputation now enveloped all of Southern Heaven, likely targeting these two remaining Grandmaster forces next.
The head of Haoran Academy frowned, and the Valley Master of Nether Valley looked equally grave.
Faced with a ruthless figure who challenged four sacred places and could even kill Grandmasters, they had no chance of winning.
"After the four sacred places, we’re likely next."
"While the first three sacred places have lost their legacy, they haven’t suffered heavy casualties. Li Changkong clearly spared them."
"But with the Sword Palace, why did he..."
"Who knows, alas!"
...
Time passed day by day,
deep in Haoran Academy, at the top of the Book Pavilion.
The white-bearded, white-robed headmaster sat at the desk, the tea on the table long gone cold, but he didn’t notice.
The sunlight outside changed from dawn to dusk, its shadows shifting across his face, unable to disperse the weight and anxiety between his brows.
"Headmaster, Li Changkong... hasn’t come yet."
The vice-headmaster spoke cautiously.
The headmaster slowly closed his eyes, took a long breath:
"If he comes, we will offer all the books from the Book Pavilion, some Cultivation Technique legacies, ultimately less than the survival of the Sect."
Despite saying this, the "Sword of Damocles" hanging overhead delayed falling, this unknown waiting was far more agonizing than facing fierce threats directly.
Meanwhile, in the dark hall of Nether Valley, the black-clad Valley Master paced back and forth.
He had ordered all the secret Cultivation Techniques in the valley to be organized, awaiting Li Changkong’s arrival to present them.
But no matter how long they waited, that terrifying figure remained unseen.
Both Grandmasters’ forces were now like startled birds, intimidated by Li Changkong’s evil reputation, willing to give up their legacy to seek self-preservation, yet they suffered in endless waiting.
They didn’t know, the "fearsome man" they longed for, was now deep in the Qingshi Mountains, behaving with utmost humility.
In the deepest part of the Qingshi Mountains, outside an ordinary-looking valley, Li Changkong dressed in a black robe, knelt straight down, his head pressed firmly to the ground, even his breathing was gentle.
His aura was fully restrained, the past dominance and arrogance of challenging four sacred places and killing Grandmasters were gone, leaving only a deep-rooted reverence.
"Subordinate Li Changkong seeks an audience with the Master!"
A low and respectful voice sounded.