Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 741: Your Turn
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The arrivals clearly harbored hostile intentions.
The overwhelming killing intent pressing upon him made that evident to Chen Huaian.
On his left side loomed a twisting enormous silhouette.
Its slender frame was armored in dark-blue scales that gleamed with an icy luster beneath the sword's glow.
The head stayed hidden; the massive form twisted in the shadows, releasing a bone-chilling frost reminiscent of ocean depths.
A pair of enormous lantern-shaped slit eyes shone from the elevated gloom, pulsing with a savage, spectral gleam, akin to a deadly serpent fixated on its target.
On his right, a bounding shadow emerged.
This shadow evoked a savage tiger, yet it dwarfed the holy White Tiger by many folds. Its whole shape was enveloped in a thick, light-consuming jet-black fire.
That fire blazed without noise, warping the nearby space, unleashing a heat that seared the spirit and a sheer, unadulterated drive for destruction.
From the fire's core, a duo of tiger eyes blazed with identical dark flames, gazing at Chen Huaian devoid of any feeling.
And right in the middle…
Clang!
A deep, subdued thud!
A massive coffin crashed into the shadows just ahead of Chen Huaian!
The coffin was forged from some shadowy alloy, its exterior carved with elaborate, eerily contorted symbols, emanating an archaic, weighty, soul-shaking aura of catastrophe.
That presence… stirred an odd familiarity in Chen Huaian.
However, it carried a profound chill originating from the spirit's depths.
The coffin was firmly shut, standing immobile, as if it were a gateway to the nine hells.
Yet merely existing there seemed to sap all vitality from the area.
It deepened the shadows, and intensified the oppressive steps along with the menace from the twin beasts flanking him.
Three foes arranged themselves in a triangular trap around Chen Huaian.
To the left, the abyssal blue serpent-dragon.
To the right, the savage tiger cloaked in ruinous dark fires.
In the heart lay the enormous coffin radiating foreboding and that subtle, recognizable vibe.
The steps halted.
Total blackness and utter quiet descended once more.
Solely the dim spark from the sword gripped by Chen Huaian persisted defiantly amid the icy dread, illuminating his resolute, steely expression.
Setting aside the dragon and the dark tiger briefly, Chen Huaian had encountered numerous perils—albeit largely within the Cangyun Realm.
This serpent-dragon differed from those in Cangyun.
The dark tiger surpassed the Black Wind Sage entirely.
Nevertheless, they were creatures unknown to Chen Huaian, and they did impose some strain on a cultivator at his early Unity phase.
However, neither the serpent-dragon nor the dark tiger truly endangered Chen Huaian.
He was certain he could dispatch the pair of savage creatures in under ten strikes.
It was solely… the coffin at the center that baffled him.
He had never encountered that coffin previously, despite the strangely recognizable aura it emitted.
Who might lie within that coffin?
Before Chen Huaian could dwell on it longer, the serpent-dragon and dark tiger advanced.
Just that coffin stayed inert, as though guarding its position.
Will whatever dwells in the coffin simply remain sealed away?
Chen Huaian smirked, “Acting all enigmatic… intending to have this serpent-dragon and tiger gauge my power for you?”
Shadows, dense as steel.
Slaughterous vibe, already surging.
From the left, the dark-blue scale gleam ripped through the gloom, stealthy and rapid.
That coiling, gigantic form bore an ocean-like freeze as it charged to crush, the atmosphere groaning under the squeeze.
The vast slit eye fixed on Chen Huaian, frigid and pitiless.
From the right, blistering warmth struck.
That pouncing dark silhouette carried light-engulfing black fires; the tiger's bellow was mute, merely the area twisting and igniting from intense heat.
Those inky flaming tiger eyes conveyed only a desire for ruin.
Two opposing powers, one icy and one fiery, one squeezing and one charging, sealed every path of retreat for Chen Huaian.
The enormous coffin at the core stayed utterly still, like the core of a void, observing without care.
“If it were merely those two, that would—”
“Not suffice to impress!”
Chen Huaian's words came out softly, but amid the total hush, they rang out sharply.
He acted.
No backing away necessary, no blocking demanded.
Just one streak of brilliance.
A jet-black streak.
The Black Scales Sword whipped from its scabbard, and instantly, time appeared to pause.
The edge held no shining glow; it wielded a singular, utter shadow that could sever disorder itself.
That wasn't sword radiance; the weapon itself rent the void, swallowing the dim surrounding illumination, tracing a path of emptiness.
The sword beam divided toward both sides.
To the left, it clashed with the dark-blue, coiling form.
No metallic ring echoed, just a barely audible whisper, like fabric ripping.
As the dark-blue scales encountered that shadowy sword beam, they split quietly like fins slicing waves.
The huge serpent-dragon body pressed onward by momentum, but a sleek, reflective slash emerged at the vital spot and swiftly expanded.
The fierce serpent-dragon skull, still thrusting ahead, was fully detached from the twisting torso, the massive slit eye frozen in disbelieving horror.
The serpent-dragon's blue ichor hadn't yet sprayed when the sword beam curved rightward.
To the right, the ruinous black fire bounded.
The Black Scales Sword drew a curve of deep enigma, its point quivering as though breaking the emptiness.
Sword will focused to one spot, relentless, and thrust directly at the heart of that pouncing dark silhouette—right between the pair of tiger eyes aflame with black fire!
Sss—!
The point breached the black fire.
With a shrill sword wail, furious sword energy burst behind the dark tiger, raging like a solid gale toward the dark coffin.
That sticky, everything-consuming black fire, upon touching the razor-sharp sword point, acted as if facing its bane and let out a howling cry like myriads of vengeful spirits! The destructive blaze was ripped asunder by sword will!
The sword beam flickered and faded.
The flaming dark tiger's shape stiffened immediately.
Its charging stance locked in the shadows, the billowing black fires around it as though iced over.
Then a clean, even crack extended from its forehead center, cleaving the whole vast form.
The crack broadened.
The two sections of the tiger's flaming body, with edges precisely sheared, quietly separated and tumbled. The black fire, bereft of its essence, twisted like poured ink and dispersed into the night until it extinguished completely, leaving behind a sharp scent of scorch.
Meanwhile, the sword energy that had sliced through their forms was effortlessly halted by the dark coffin.
From the instant Chen Huaian unsheathed his sword until the two colossal corpses boomed to the earth, scarcely a moment had elapsed.
Only then did the dark-blue serpent-dragon blood cascade like a torrent, staining the ground.
Sparks danced on the split dark tiger remnants.
The Demon Sealing Pagoda’s lower floor sank back into profound quiet.
Just the heavy reek of gore and seared meat persisted.
And the Black Scales Sword, its edge pointed downward.
The blade stayed chill and pristine, as though those two masterful cuts hadn't originated from him.
Chen Huaian remained in place, his garments billowing sans any breeze.
He spared no glance at the rapidly chilling debris on the floor.
His stare, sharp as twin unseen blades, cut through the sticky shadows and locked onto the motionless enormous coffin at the center.
He hadn't truly wished to slay any beasts.
But confronting the serpent-dragon and dark tiger, he reconsidered.
He had viewed them as potential comrades, yet they assaulted with lethal purpose.
Had he let them live after such an attack, he might as well abandon the blade and turn monk.
Moreover, his Path of Slaughter demanded foundations of endless slain foes.
In short, whoever dared approach, Chen Huaian dared to eliminate!
The pagoda hung in eerie stillness.
Only Chen Huaian's heartbeat thrummed, firm and vigorous.
And… from the profound depths of the enormous coffin, as if from an entity bound for eons, emanated a barely perceptible noise… a breath?
Or maybe… the soft rattle of fetters?
A icy smirk tugged at Chen Huaian's lip. His tone was hushed yet sliced the profound hush with perfect sharpness:
“Your… turn!”
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