Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 783: One Sword to Annihilate

Something terrible is on the verge of occurring!

This thought struck Old Fu immediately.

And his instinct proved spot on.

His next impulse surged—flee!

Flee with all his might!

Old Fu broke away from the shadow lurking behind Li Qingran and bolted away. Thanks to his Battle Soul, he could control and blend into shadows, allowing him to shift almost instantly to the shadow in the room's corner. But even there, the piercing and savage pressure refused to weaken at all, instead spreading further outward.

Boom—!

The Sword Sphere's glow, once it reached its maximum expansion, burst forth with a deafening blast.

The ear-shattering noise stripped away everyone's hearing completely.

With no way to make out the explosion's roar, the heavy quiet that followed brought only a ringing in the ears so intense it shook one's Divine Soul to the core.

The wild, unmatched Sword Intent, akin to a primal Fierce Beast roused from ancient slumber, suddenly stirred to life.

It morphed into a colossal vortex of ruin piercing the heavens, engulfing Li Ji in an instant.

Li Ji couldn't even manage a cry.

The Flame Boar Battle Soul had barely materialized, its blazing eyes gleaming with terror and hopelessness.

It even tried to retreat back into Li Ji's form, into the World Ring.

Yet, time was not on its side.

Against this overwhelming might, they were fragile like thin paper. In less than a blink, countless unseen Sword Qi pulverized Li Ji's body, bones, and spirit into nothingness, scattering them across the world.

Boom!

The whirlwind of Sword Intent kept its fierce drive. It rampaged onward with irresistible force, ripping apart the grand hall, toppling the columns, and leveling the surrounding structures.

The vast estate of the Flame Boar Family crumbled entirely under this devastating force, crumbling away like a fragile pile of sand.

A huge gash was carved through it, forming a vast chasm hundreds of meters across and plunging endlessly deep, as though sliced by a godlike blade.

Broken walls and debris littered the ground, with clouds of dust and smoke hanging thick in the air.

Only when the choking weight of the Sword Intent began to fade away gradually.

What was left at the site was a staggering, gigantic pit and a disordered field of wreckage around its rim.

"Ah—my legs! My legs!!!"

A shrill cry, warped beyond recognition, pierced the eerie stillness.

Rong Wuhua lay sprawled near the pit's brink. Her legs were severed from the hips down, the cuts as clean as polished glass, blood pouring out without stop.

Agonizing torment and raw dread contorted her features into a hideous grimace as she unleashed beastly shrieks.

This wail also snapped the nearby survivors—servants and kin who had hurried over at the noise—back to their senses.

Gazing upon the doomsday-like devastation, the disappeared manor, the absent clan head, and Rong Wuhua's agonized cries, they were gripped by utter panic, descending into disorder. Still, none ventured close to aid her, and fewer still considered challenging the white-robed silhouette amid the destruction.

All eyes, brimming with horror, locked onto Li Qingran. A cold dread raced from their feet to their scalps, leaving their teeth clacking in fear.

The clan head fell to Li Qingran?

Did Li Qingran acquire this horrifying strength merely from visiting the Battle Soul Hall?

This… this doesn't make sense!

From the dim nook of the shattered walls, Old Fu's bent form gradually emerged.

His wrinkled visage bore deep lines of shock and incredulity, his stare glued to Li Qingran as she stood sword in hand.

Lord Qin Feng had dispatched him to guard this young woman?

No, does she require any guarding at all?!

That earlier assault's might had surely hit the peak of a titled Epic's utmost effort.

Exactly what is Li Qingran's true origin?!

Her history as a wanderer must conceal some enormous mystery.

Li Qingran ignored the turmoil and dread around her, her eyes coldly scanning the remnants of the group.

"Whoever moves, dies."

Her crisp, icy tone wasn't forceful, yet it brimmed with undeniable menace, quelling every bit of noise at once.

The crowd stood rigid, scarcely drawing breath.

She lifted a hand, directing it at someone she vaguely recognized but whose name escaped her: "You, lead me to the dungeon to find my mother. Now."

That individual froze, not even twitching an eye.

Li Qingran had just declared that movement meant death.

Should he stir now or stay put?

Would obeying her command lead to him being vaporized in the next moment?

Under her pointing finger, he wanted to weep without tears, a desperate need to relieve himself building in his gut.

"I told you to take me to find my mother!" Li Qingran said again, then paused as awareness dawned, clearing her throat with a touch of awkwardness. "You can move."

The servant felt like he'd received imperial mercy, his knees buckling, nearly toppling over.

But facing Li Qingran's steady look, he clambered up in haste, his words quivering: "Y-Young Lady… this… this way please…"

…

In the gloomy, moist recess of the dungeon, Li Qingran discovered Yang Fei, shackled and marred by injuries and welts.

She had obviously suffered beatings, her garments ripped, her skin marked with bruises, her breathing shallow.

"Qingran?!" Yang Fei roused at the clank of the lock. Her hazy sight sharpened on her daughter's visage, flashing first with surprise and delight, then swiftly with overwhelming alarm. "Y-you, how did you get here?! Did they capture you too? Did they give you a hard time?!"

She strained to rise, eager to inspect her daughter for harm, but the effort tore at her injuries, drawing a sharp hiss of agony.

"Mother, I'm fine. No one can give me a hard time." Li Qingran's chest tightened with sorrow. She rushed ahead, slicing the chains with the Su Xian Sword, and gently propped up Yang Fei. "Don't worry, I'm here to take you home."

"Home? But Li Ji, he…" Yang Fei wavered with doubt. The oppressive quiet seeping from beyond stirred her worry.

"Outside… there was such a huge commotion just now… what happened?" She clutched Li Qingran's hand, her tone shaky with dread.

Li Qingran skirted the grim facts. As she tenderly slipped a gentle Healing Pill past Yang Fei's lips, she murmured, "It's nothing, just a minor trouble… it's already resolved. Mother, let's leave this place first."

She hoisted Yang Fei onto her back with care and strode out firmly.

Upon exiting the dungeon and beholding the outer devastation, Yang Fei's breath caught, her frame going rigid.

Before her lay not the known gardens and halls, but a nightmarish sprawl of wreckage and an immense, shadowy abyss!

Toppled barriers and strewn rubble, the haze of dust still lingering.

Rong Wuhua, so haughty at the dungeon entrance before, had vanished. The surviving few servants lurked at a distance, their looks toward them laced with stark terror.

No…

That terror targeted only Li Qingran.

Did Li Qingran unleash all of this?

Inconceivable.

Yang Fei's pulse raced fiercely. A storm of queries swirled in her thoughts, but resting on her daughter's lithe yet rock-solid back, sensing the resolute strides ahead, and noting the venomous, frightened stares from the onlookers, she grasped a fragment of truth, yet remained lost in confusion.

Ultimately, myriad unspoken thoughts merged into a faint exhale.

She posed no questions, merely nestled her cheek softly against her daughter's shoulder, embracing a bit more snugly.

Whatever had transpired, it was her daughter now bearing her from this nightmare.

Sensing her mother's quiet trust, Li Qingran's heart warmed with affection, though it twinged with sorrow too.

In the Cangyun Realm of old, as her parents faced peril, she lacked the strength to intervene, doomed to witness their slaughter on the field by betrayers.

Yet today, she possessed the might to shield her loved ones.

She refused to allow that same anguish to repeat, neither for Yang Fei nor for her Master.

Wasn't this the core reason for her journey to the Small Thousand World for tempering?

Right then, Li Qingran's mind cleared profoundly, her insights sharper than ever. It felt as if her spirit had advanced in that precise moment.

Yet no elation crossed her expression. She simply gripped her mother more securely, advancing step by step from the dungeon.

As they neared the pit's rim, where Rong Wuhua continued her piteous moans, Li Qingran halted briefly.

Rong Wuhua, dazed by torment and draining blood, spotted Li Qingran's shape and surged with fright.

Survival's drive spurred her to thrash rearward in flight, overlooking her perch at the chasm's edge.

"No… don't kill me! Ah—!"

A wail of hopelessness burst forth as she toppled off balance, plunging into the fathomless sword-made void.

Her echoes were devoured by the gloom, fading to nothing soon after.

Li Qingran shot a frosty look into the murky depths and pressed on without delay.

Events had reached this juncture.

The Flame Boar Family no longer tied to her.

The bond was broken.

Though… it was her Master's sword that had done the breaking.

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