Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8529: 506-combo kill (1)

Capítulo 8529: Chapter 506-combo kill (1)

A sharp 'plop' echoed as the sword Qi pierced flesh. The blade's gleam sliced across the throat of Zen Master Withered Leaf. Instantly, a massive gash tore open in his neck. Blood gushed forth like a geyser. His eyes bulged as his form crumpled to the ground. Clearly, survival was beyond him.

Just then, Wen Butong burst from the toxic fog. Though his emergence was swift, Zhao Hai's strike had been lightning-quick. In merely three strikes, the Withered Leaf Master lay slain. As Wen Butong emerged from the haze, he witnessed the master's body plummeting downward.

Wen Butong's gaze widened in horror at the sight of the fallen corpse splashing into the blood sea, and he unleashed a piercing wail, “Master!” Yet, no amount of cries could alter the outcome. The Withered Leaf Master was gone. With veins throbbing in his eyes, Wen Butong glared at Zhao Hai and growled, “Excellent, excellent, excellent. We've truly misjudged you. But today, you perish—take this!” As he spoke, he flicked his wrist, sending myriad golden symbols erupting from the tome. These symbols gradually coalesced into a colossal blade hovering in the sky. Wen Butong jabbed a finger toward Zhao Hai and bellowed, “The gentleman's sword yields to every direction!”

With those words, the rune-etched blade cleaved toward Zhao Hai. It stood tall and emanated unyielding justice. Despite its straightforward descent, it instilled a sense of utter inescapability. It felt as though the surrounding void had solidified, leaving no room for evasion.

Zhao Hai eyed the incoming blade and chuckled. “Impressive, Noble Sword indeed—a technique that commands universal respect. Fine strike, but behold my counter: Divine Armament, Quicksand Vortex!” At his command, Zhao Hai's form vanished abruptly. In his prior spot, a vast whirlpool of shifting sands materialized. The swirl was immense and weighed heavily due to its sandy composition. From its core, a potent pull emanated. This fierce attraction swiftly drew in the golden greatsword.

Yet, the blade didn't get fully drawn into the maelstrom. It merely halted. The sword lingered in the air, defying the vortex's tug. Wen Butong formed seals rapidly, pouring his spiritual energy to counter Zhao Hai's assault.

Seeing this, Zhao Hai's eyes gleamed with interest. He grinned and altered his sword's stance. “Divine Armament, Rolling Stones Like Thunder!” As he uttered it, an enormous boulder erupted from the swirl. The prior drawing force flipped instantly to a repelling thrust.

Wen Butong hadn't anticipated such a fluid shift in force. He never imagined anyone could manipulate energy transitions so masterfully. Shock gripped him. Changing tactics now was out of the question. The golden blade soared upward directly, and the boulder collided with it. A thunderous crash rang out as the rock fragmented into shards. Though the golden blade showed no visible harm, it was propelled even farther back.

In that instant, Zhao Hai's voice rang out once more, “Divine Armament, Cloud Piercing Sword!” Hearing this, Wen Butong jolted in alarm. He was well aware of the Cloud Piercing Sword's lethality. Even a sect leader and the Withered Leaf Master had perished to it. Should it strike him, peril loomed large.

With that in mind, Wen Butong abandoned sword control. He hastily positioned his ritual tool—the book—as a shield before him. But then, a humming buzz assaulted him from every side. Glancing up, he spotted swarms of insects lunging at him. Confusion struck, yet time was scarce. The insects had already skirted the book and assailed him directly.

Though Zhao Hai had declared the Cloud Piercing Sword, his true strike was the Soul Devouring Myriad Insects. Zhao Hai despised announcing his techniques. To him, it served no purpose. Voicing an attack's name allowed a sharp foe to prepare a precise counter, rendering the move futile. Battles, in his view, demanded cunning. Fighters might grunt with effort—“hey” or “ha”—but never proclaim move names.

Still, he noted that in the cultivation realm, combatants often vocalized their techniques prior to unleashing them. It wasn't mere bravado; it amplified the move's potency, akin to incantations in spellcasting. Zhao Hai disdained this, yet to blend as a typical cultivator, he adopted it. That said, proclaiming a name didn't guarantee using that exact technique—far from it.

Deception defined warfare! This principle anchored Zhao Hai's combat philosophy. Regardless of the flair, a technique's worth lay in slaying the foe. Otherwise, flashy displays and prolonged announcements ended in defeat, earning not acclaim but ridicule for folly!

Wen Butong recoiled in surprise. A radiant golden glow exploded from his frame, followed by streams of characters bursting forth to repel the insects. To his dismay, the bugs clung to the golden barrier, devouring it relentlessly. The sight was nightmarish. Wen Butong frantically devised methods to reclaim his golden sword, urging its swift return to eradicate the pests.

Meanwhile, Zhao Hai twirled his longsword and eyed the surviving Island Lord-rank powerhouses. In a grave tone, he declared, “Divine Armament, Seamless Sword Array!” At his words, a vast domain unfurled. Innumerable columns rose within it. Four massive iron golems positioned themselves at the pillars' corners. Each gripped enormous long blades. Then, the columns rotated, and the golems swung their weapons in unison.

The foes found themselves engulfed in a storm of slashes. Though they parried with their arms, their defenses crumbled chaotically. Then Zhao Hai's voice echoed again, “Divine Armament, Pear Blossom in the Storm!” Countless radiant flecks hurtled toward them.

Already strained against the Seamless Sword Array, the attackers couldn't withstand this new onslaught. In moments, several tumbled, their forms riddled with minute wounds oozing blood. Survival seemed impossible for them.

Simultaneously, Wen Butong eradicated the insects. He also caught sight of the plummeting figures. His expression darkened profoundly, and dread crept into his core. He hadn't foreseen Zhao Hai's overwhelming might. Amid their collective assault, Zhao Hai had felled numerous foes in scant time. He glanced at the broader battlefield, only to freeze in greater astonishment.

To confront Zhao Hai and his allies, they'd amassed the bulk of Blood River Sea's forces. Wen Butong had even orchestrated a drill, uniting them for coordinated action to foster synergy. Should the nine sects invade later, this preparation would ease their resistance.

Driven by that intent, they'd assembled over five hundred Island Lord-level experts plus nearly a hundred thousand lower-tier cultivators. Yet, they failed to overwhelm the enemy's two hundred Island Lord elites, suffering heavy casualties. The hundred thousand regular fighters fared worse. Against the Ghostwind Bandits' beast-mounted charges, their lines dissolved into disarray. They couldn't halt the onslaught. Shockingly, the numerically superior side lagged behind—how could he not reel?

At that juncture, Zhao Hai pivoted toward Wen Butong, snapping him back to focus. A formidable adversary remained; distraction was fatal now. Wen Butong fixed on Zhao Hai and demanded deeply, “Who are you? A powerhouse like you can't have been unknown before!”

Zhao Hai regarded Wen Butong with a smile, “Ghostwind Bandit Zou Xiao—ring any bells? You're from a backwater and know little. No matter. After today, it'll stick. Pity, though—you might not live to recall it.” With that, Zhao Hai spurred his alien mount toward Wen Butong. He slashed once more, proclaiming, “Divine Armament, Pear Blossom in the Storm!”

Wen Butong refused to trust Zhao Hai's feints. He resolved to clash independently. The instant that resolve formed, his tome activated. He roared, “The top is the sun and the stars!” Myriad golden symbols surged from it, plummeting like shooting stars straight at Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai laughed heartily at the display. “Hahaha, now that's engaging. Try this: Inescapable Net!” A web woven of sword light materialized abruptly, surging upward to intercept the celestial barrage.

A deafening explosion followed. The sword-light mesh vanished, as did the starry projectiles. But abruptly, a crimson sun ignited overhead. Its brilliance scorched fiercely. Upon manifestation, ambient heat surged. Zhao Hai sensed himself thrust into a blistering wasteland. The air turned scorching, and his body's fluids evaporated instantly. His blood roiled under the intense warmth. The sensation startled him. He hadn't anticipated the opponent's strike holding such ferocity. It far surpassed his projections.