Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 726: Now can you listen to what I'm saying?

Chapter 726: Now can you listen to what I'm saying?

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Crash, crash, crash!

Debris rained down as thick dust choked the air.

The monstrous, savage frame of Qiongqi was pinned firmly into the massive crater its own weight had carved out.

A single hand rested lightly against its skull.

Though that hand appeared somewhat slender, it held a terrifying power comparable to a mountain range.

It forced the beast's head deep into the earth, making bones groan under the pressure. The excruciating pain forced a sharp, agonized scream from the creature.

"ROAR—!!!"

Qiongqi thrashed violently, flapping its skeletal wings and digging its claws into the dirt in a desperate attempt to shake off the weight on its head.

However, that hand remained perfectly still, as if it were fused to the beast's skull.

As the haze began to thin, the scene within the pit finally came into focus.

A tall, upright young man with white hair and handsome, scholarly features was kneeling on one knee atop Qiongqi’s massive head.

A near-manic grin was etched onto his face.

His eyes flickered with a mix of murderous intent, savagery, and a raw excitement that suggested he wanted to tear the world apart.

It was a jarring contrast to his otherwise refined look.

"Oh, Lin Fan is here." Chen Huaian found a spot in the Demon Sealing Pagoda to settle down, bringing out a chair, a table, sunflower seeds, coffee, and a large watermelon.

It was time for a snack!

As for the White Tiger?

With only its Physical Shell and a remnant soul remaining, it had no desire to fight. Sensing Lin Fan's aura, it had already retreated into a corner, trembling.

"Hehehe... What a nasty noise, little kitten." Lin Fan’s voice was hoarse with neurosis as he leaned down toward Qiongqi’s compound eyes, which were filled with a mix of dread and fury. He sneered, "But I actually enjoy the death rattles of monsters like you! It feels amazing!"

Before his words could linger, the hand Lin Fan had pinned to Qiongqi's head suddenly surged with power!

"BOOM!"

Qiongqi’s skull was slammed into the earth again, driving the crater several feet deeper.

"OW—!" Qiongqi’s entire body spasmed. It had never endured such a disgrace.

Its savage instincts were fully provoked, and a destructive aura began to swirl wildly. It marshaled all its strength to condense a surge of corrosive energy, aiming to twist its head and spray the human above, intending to dissolve the man and his hand into nothingness.

"Hmm? You still have the nerve to show your fangs?" Lin Fan’s gaze sharpened as he casually flicked his free left hand.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, dozens of streaks of light shot from his sleeve.

These were flying swords; he still hadn't exhausted the materials the ancestor had gifted him previously!

The ancestor's benevolence truly knew no bounds!

"Explosive Sword Style - Swarming Bees!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!

Dozens of silver Sword lights, resembling hornets drawn to blood, streaked with surgical precision toward Qiongqi’s open maw, its throat, and its eyes.

A flicker of contempt appeared in Qiongqi’s eyes; it possessed absolute faith in its hide!

These tiny toys...

"BOOM! BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!"

But the moment those flying swords struck, they didn't just hit—they detonated violently.

Blinding spheres of fire erupted inside Qiongqi’s mouth, across its face, and even against its eyes.

The brutal shockwaves, combined with searing shards of metal and chaotic currents of Sword Intent, instantly shattered the Breath Attack Qiongqi had been preparing.

Its skin was torn open, its flesh shredded, and scales were blown away, leaving a gory mess behind.

"OW OW OW OW—!!!" This time, the scream wasn't just born of rage, but of agonizing pain and pure dread.

How could its legendary defense be so flimsy against these strange, exploding flying swords?!

This human was only at the Ascender’s Void Shattering realm!

A Void Shattering realm Ascender shouldn't be able to wound it...

"Does it feel good? Well? I'm asking if it feels good!"

Lin Fan roared with excitement, his right hand still locking Qiongqi’s head in place while his left hand waved once more.

This time, it wasn't dozens, but hundreds of flying swords—appearing like a dense swarm of locusts around him.

"Explosive Sword Style - Torrential Rain!"

Silver light flooded the area like a deluge, instantly enshrouding Qiongqi’s massive frame.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!

A relentless barrage of explosions thundered through the lowest level of the Demon Sealing Pagoda, sounding as if a massive armory had caught fire.

Flames licked the ceiling, dust soared, and stone fragments flew like bullets in every direction.

Qiongqi’s huge body buckled and thrashed, howling in agony within the sea of fire.

Every blast ripped away chunks of meat and scales, leaving charred hollows and gaping wounds. Its prideful, stitched-together form was now a perfect target, every joint and seam groaning under the assault.

"Roar... St-stop!" A tremor of fear finally colored Qiongqi’s voice.

It tried to shield its vitals, but the blasts were everywhere, impossible to evade.

In its frantic compound eyes, madness had been replaced by suffering and terror; it looked at Lin Fan as if he were a demon wearing a human mask.

"Stop? What were you just doing to the ancestor?

When the ancestor told you to stop, did you obey?

And now you expect This Venerable One to stop?

How dare you even ask for that!?

Hehehe... I'm just getting started!"

Lin Fan sneered, the frenzy in his eyes deepening.

He stood up slowly, finally letting go of Qiongqi’s head.

A small spark of hope ignited in Qiongqi’s heart, thinking it might have a chance to escape.

However, it looked up to see a massive sword phantom floating above Lin Fan, radiating an aura so terrifying that its very soul began to shake.

It wasn't a physical blade, but an entity forged from countless strands of highly condensed Destruction Sword Intent.

Blinding Destruction Sword Intent flowed across the phantom's surface.

"Sword... Slash... Yellow... Springs!"

Lin Fan spoke each syllable slowly, his voice sounding like a sentence handed down from the depths of hell.

He held his hands as if gripping a massive, invisible hilt and swung downward toward the broken beast in the pit.

The colossal sword phantom fell with a deafening roar!

As it descended, the giant blade fractured—one became two, two became three, and three became ten thousand...

In a heartbeat, an endless tide of energy sword shadows, glowing with the light of ruin,

Like an apocalyptic flood, sliced through the air with the crushing weight of the heavens, pouring down onto the trembling figure at the bottom of the crater.

"OW ROAR—!!!"

Qiongqi let out a desperate, high-pitched wail.

Caring nothing for its dignity as a Fierce Beast, it tucked its bone wings and curled into a ball, hoping its toughest parts could survive the annihilation. It just wanted to live! The man before it was a freak; this wasn't a battle, it was a massacre!

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!!

Explosions far more dense and terrifying than the previous "Rain" merged into a single roar, drowning out Qiongqi’s cries.

The entire base of the Demon Sealing Pagoda trembled violently, and the reinforced walls were riddled with cracks.

Blinding Sword light and fire fused together, turning the chamber into a hellscape of pure destruction.

Through the dust and swirling energy, one could barely see the massive shape twitching and shrinking as flesh was torn away by the storm of swords and fire...

Chen Huaian watched the display, nodding with approval at Lin Fan.

Seeing those encouraging looks, Lin Fan puffed out his chest like a student being praised by a teacher.

Then—

He doubled his efforts in raining Sword Intent down upon Qiongqi!

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Chen Huaian shook his head as he watched Qiongqi roll and scream in the light, trying to make itself as small as possible. He sighed and called out to Lin Fan, "Little Lin! Take it easy! Don't turn it completely to ash! We still need that Demonic Soul!"

Lin Fan’s voice came from within the smoke and light, sounding a bit reluctant but perfectly obedient.

—"Yes! Ancestor! This disciple will be careful! I'll leave it with just a single breath of life!"

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One minute later.

At the base of the crater formed by the sword strikes.

Lin Fan stood behind Chen Huaian, sword in hand, his icy stare fixed on the White Tiger’s Physical Shell cowering in the corner.

Chen Huaian crouched down in front of Qiongqi, of which only the head remained. His expression was... gentle.

"Hehe, little fellow..."

He tapped Qiongqi’s face, "Now, are you ready to listen properly when This Venerable One speaks?"

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