Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 681: Lin Fan vs. Chen Niu

Chapter 681: Lin Fan vs. Chen Niu

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The glowing white sphere of annihilation, birthed from the churning sword radiance, slowly faded away. At the basin’s heart, a colossal crater remained, looking as though a monstrous creature had bitten a chunk out of the earth.

The walls of the pit were polished as smooth as glass, marked by the gruesome remnants of searing heat and the sharp gouges of sword-qi.

The scent of scorched skin and the heavy, metallic tang of blood hung thick in the air.

Even with the blast subsided, chaotic swirls of sword-qi continued to hiss and shriek through the area.

Standing at the crater’s edge.

Zhang Yibai’s complexion was deathly pale; his shimmering protective shield pulsed erratically, and a tremor shook the corner of his mouth.

The sheer force of Lin Fan’s Explosive Sword was overwhelming.

Currently restricted to the peak of the Unity stage, Zhang Yibai found it incredibly draining to withstand that strike on such short notice. He had only managed to minimize the blast damage by relying on his deep wisdom as a Great Ascension cultivator.

His survival was also aided by his own identity as a sword cultivator.

Lin Fan’s technique wasn't a simple matter of shoving True Essence into a flying sword and tossing it.

That would be a primitive, inefficient method used by novices.

Instead, Lin Fan had saturated the flying swords with Pure Yang Sword Intent, which he then evolved into the Red Sun Sword Intent.

Born from the Pure Yang essence, the Red Sun Sword Intent is a frantic force that seeks nothing but total carnage.

Its very nature is defined by tearing and detonation.

By forcing this Sword Intent into the blades and then triggering a sudden release, Lin Fan achieved the devastating power of the Explosive Sword Style.

One should not mistake this for a simple feat.

While most cultivators can fill a blade with True Essence, how many possess the control to compress pure Sword Intent within it?

This display proved that Lin Fan had nearly attained full mastery over the Dao of Red Sun Sword Intent.

In this era, he stood as the progenitor of the Red Sun Sword Dao!

“Your Eminence, are you alright?” Wang Shouyi panted as he hurried to the side of Hua Jin the True One.

His heart sank seeing Hua Jin’s robes shredded by the sword-qi, her beautiful face drained of color, and her limbs trembling uncontrollably.

The Leader of the Kunlun Immortal Palace could only stare blankly at the blindfolded man hovering before the sea of ten thousand swords in the pit. Her eyes were wide with a mix of profound shock and lingering terror.

Had Senior Zhang not moved to protect her at all costs, she would have been vaporized.

Though both were in the Void Shattering realm—and she technically held a higher sub-rank—the disparity in their combat effectiveness was staggering.

Are all these “variables” truly this formidable?

What is the source of such people?

A flood of questions plagued Hua Jin the True One’s mind.

She felt a wave of confusion and loss, overshadowed by a crushing sense of humiliation.

“I… I’m fine…” Supported by Wang Shouyi, Hua Jin the True One sat down, her legs feeling like jelly.

There was no longer any point in fighting over the high-grade Celestial Jade Marrow; she could only wait and observe.

In the past, Hua Jin would have risked her life for such a treasure.

But things were different now that she had Little YiYi.

She still intended to raise a family large enough for a football team with her Little YiYi.

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Deep within the crater, at the very eye of the destructive gale—

“Roar—!!!”

A thunderous cry broke out, dripping with agony and limitless rage.

It struck like a funeral bell ringing from the depths of the ninefold abyss!

Following the roar, a horrific demonic qi erupted, ten times more potent than before. Thick as ink, it surged upward like a volcano that had been dormant for ten millennia.

Sss!

Inside that viscous, dark-purple shroud of demonic qi, the muscular form of Chen Niu the Monk began to twist and swell violently.

The fabric of his robes disintegrated instantly.

His skin split apart as jagged scales began to grow at an alarming rate.

His head elongated, shifting into a massive bull’s head encased in purple-black keratin.

Horns curved outward like wicked scimitars, gleaming with a cold, metallic light.

His lower half stretched and bulked up into a massive dragon’s tail, armored in dark scales.

The tail was so heavy and powerful that even its idle twitching ground the nearby boulders into fine powder.

The head of a bull! The body of a dragon!

Chen Niu was finished with games.

Lin Fan’s Explosive Sword had forced his true form into the light.

And this form represented the peak of his martial power.

Boom—!

A suffocating pressure swept through the basin like a tidal wave.

Most of the Ascenders had already fled, but a few bold souls had crept back in hopes of witnessing the end. They paid dearly for their curiosity; under the weight of that pressure, several were crushed into nothingness before they could even cry out.

“Insects… You! Will! Die!” The massive bovine head swung toward Lin Fan.

Vertical, blood-red pupils burned with a hatred that threatened to consume the world.

Chen Niu’s voice rumbled like thunder, causing the very air to tremble.

He raised a massive hoof and brought it down with savage intensity!

“Prison Suppression!”

Hum—!

From the point of impact, a visible wave of purple-black gravity, etched with distorted Buddhist runes, pulsed outward.

The space in the center of the pit seemed to harden, its weight increasing a thousandfold.

The atmosphere turned into a thick swamp; the earth groaned and began to cave in under the massive burden.

In the distance, rocks crumbled into dust without a sound.

This was a specialized domain—a fusion of Buddhist sealing arts and the innate talent of a Demon Immortal: the Prison Suppression.

A crushing force from the underworld, it was Chen Niu’s ultimate technique.

“A gravity domain,” Hua Jin the True One whispered, biting her lip. “Chen Niu has the power to control gravity. Inside that field, the weight increases as you get closer to him—it can crush a man in an instant. Senior Zhang, Senior Gu, we must pull back so we aren't caught in his range.”

Both Zhang Yibai and Gu Changsheng felt their faces twitch at her warning.

Chen Huaian couldn't resist rolling his eyes.

Oh?

A gravity domain?

How very terrifying.

If the laws of the Earth Star didn't prevent those from the Cangyun Realm from rewriting the rules of the world,

they could have summoned an entire minor world here just to show Hua Jin and Chen Niu what real power looked like.

This was likely the only place on Earth Star where the full might of Cangyun could not be showcased.

Nevertheless, they followed Hua Jin’s advice and retreated with the others.

This also gave Lin Fan the space he needed to fight unhindered.

Standing at the epicenter of the domain, Lin Fan felt his body grow heavy, as if he were carrying the weight of several mountains. Behind him, the swarm of ten thousand swords let out a sharp, metallic groan; their tips sagged as their movements became sluggish.

Yet, that was the extent of it.

To Lin Fan, this was merely a minor annoyance.

“Heh… quite the show,” Lin Fan remarked, his gaze cold and steady behind his blindfold.

He didn't back away; instead, he took a firm step forward into the heart of the crushing gravity.

He threw his right hand open, reaching toward the ocean of blades behind him.

“Hundred Swords! To me—!”

Hum—!

More than a hundred pitch-black blades broke away from the main swarm.

The star-runes on their surfaces didn't glow; instead, they began to vibrate at a violent, high frequency.

They didn't detonate. Like a school of fish, they swirled around Lin Fan, creating a spinning silver cyclone of pure, murderous sword-qi.

Ssssss—!!!

The silver storm of sword-qi clashed with the purple-black gravity field, shredding it apart.

The thick, sluggish space was sliced open by the relentless blades, leaving rift after rift in the air.

The sound of the friction was like a billion needles scraping against glass.

The gravity domain buckled under the assault, as the high-speed vortex of blades carved out a temporary path through the suppression!