His eyes were filled with shock, and a hint of an indescribable emotion—pride.
Seeing the purple sword light, Jiang Xuelan felt a surge of indescribable emotions.
He remembered that night under the Tree of Life, and the man who almost died trying to save him.
He always shows up at the most crucial times, solving seemingly impossible problems in the most impactful way.
Ying Wuji stood atop the city walls, chaotic black demonic energy churning around him.
A glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.
Five thousand years of hatred, five thousand years of enmity, perhaps today everything can truly be avenged.
Feng Qingzi stood atop the city walls, unarmed and covered in wounds.
He looked at the purple sword light and smiled.
“Good boy.” His voice was soft, but contained almost uncontainable excitement.
Chu Tianxing was engaged in a fierce fight with the captain when he saw this scene, and his long sword stopped for a moment.
A glimmer of surprise flashed in his eyes. He was a rank two True God, yet he had wiped out hundreds of cultivators of rank three or higher of the True God realm with just one sword slash.
This young man was even stronger than he had imagined.
The captain’s face turned pale. “Who exactly are you?”
David didn’t answer.
He turned around and looked at the five top-level god race cultivators.
“All of you, attack me together.”
The captain narrowed his eyes.
A strong sense of unease rose in his heart. Not the pressure caused by the difference in cultivation level, but the absolute restraint on the level of life. It was an instinctive fear of meeting a natural enemy, as if he was facing not a cultivator, but a chaotic beast.
He felt an unsettling power radiating from this human cultivator at the second level of the True Immortal Realm.
This was not cultivation level suppression, but rather something more fundamental, like a natural enemy, like fate.
“Arrogant.”
The captain sneered, pointing his spear at David, “You think taking out a few weaklings makes you a match for the five of us?”
The four men behind him also gripped their weapons tightly.
One held two swords, their blades glinting with silvery light; another held a large sword, its blade covered in ancient runes; another held a long whip, its surface covered with thorns; and the third held a bow and arrow, a silvery arrow attached to the bowstring.
Five people, all of them at the eighth level of the True Immortal Realm, five powerful individuals of the sixteenth level of the Celestial Realm.
David looked at them, a faint smile on his lips. The smile was faint, almost imperceptible, but at that moment, everyone felt a chill.
“Five True Immortals of the eighth rank,” David said calmly. “Not enough.”
The captain’s face turned grim. “You’re the one looking for trouble!”
He stretched out his spear, and the silver-white spear light turned into a silver dragon, revealing its fangs and claws as it charged at David.
Wherever the silver dragon passed, the air was torn apart, space distorted, and a deep trench was carved into the ground.
David didn’t shy away. He raised the Dragon Slayer Sword and slashed downwards.
The purple sword light collided with the silver dragon, but there was no explosion or loud sound. The silver dragon of law crashed into the purple sword light, but there was no violent explosion, only a silent shattering sound.
Before the Origin of Chaos, the Divine Race’s Laws of Holy Light were like withered wood that met raging fire, collapsing, dissolving, and perishing layer by layer. The silver dragon let out a miserable wail and shattered into pieces, without leaving the slightest trace.
The sword was immediately torn apart, devoured, and disappeared. The sword light continued to rush forward, slashing towards the captain.
The captain’s pupils suddenly narrowed. He mustered all his strength to activate his spiritual power, condensing a silver-white light shield in front of him.
The tip of the sword struck the thin shield, shattering it. He was thrown back dozens of steps, his hands torn, blood flowing down the hilt of his spear.
His face turned deathly pale. “You”
Before he finished speaking, the four men had already attacked.
The two twin swords released two silver-white blade beams, attacking from both sides;
The giant sword released a hundred feet long silver sword radiance, slashing from the front;
The long whip turned into a silver snake, coiling around him from behind; the arrow, like a shooting star, aimed right at David’s throat.
Four attacks came simultaneously from four directions.
David didn’t shy away. He stood still, the Dragon Slayer Sword spinning in his hand, purple chaotic power surging from his body, forming a purple light shield around him.
The tip of the sword blade hit the light barrier and shattered into pieces; The sword tip struck the light barrier and vanished.
The long whip wrapped around the light shield was scorched by the chaotic flames and shattered into pieces.
The arrow hit the thin shield and turned into silvery white powder.
Four deadly attacks, each infused with the full power of a rank eight True God and the laws of the Divine Race, struck the purple light shield. The sword tip shattered, the sword aura vanished, and the long whip was burned to ashes by the Chaos Fire.
The arrows turned into light spots, the protective barrier remained unmoving. David stood in it, his robe spread out, as if he had simply brushed off a few grains of dust.
The four men’s faces turned deathly pale.
They had never seen such power before: a level two True Immortal Realm cultivator was able to withstand the full strength of four level eight True Immortal Realm cultivators without sustaining the slightest injury.
FAQ Novel
Q: What weapon does David use in this chapter?
A: David wields the Dragon Slayer Sword.
Q: What is the primary target of David’s attack?
A: The attack is aimed at the Sirius Tribe and the army of gods.
Join the discussion about this chapter and share your thoughts with other readers.