Ancient Godly Monarch

AGM 415 – Pulling out the Sword, Blood dying the Precipice Red

Underneath the precipice, at the sword range, the countenances of everyone was filled with incredulous shock as they stared at Qin Wentian.

This man, fed the demon sword with his blood.

How demonic the demon sword was, that the moment blood comes into contact with it, it would surely drain the source in its entirety, causing the victim to die of blood loss.

Qin Wentian was extremely cautious in nature, he’d only done this because he could feel his blood resonating to the wails of the demon sword. This was the reason why he chose to take such a gamble at this moment.

A mysterious perception descended onto Qin Wentian, it was as though he could feel the sadness and lamentation of the demon sword.

However, the demon sword had actually stopped draining him of his blood.

The wails of the demon sword reverberated the heavens and earth, continued forth unabated. Yet…it stopped draining Qin Wentian’s blood!

Qin Wentian placed both his hands on the sword hilt as the demonic qi from his body towered up the heavens, using the entirety of his force to pull out the sword. An instant later, a terrifying rumbling sound thundered out as the sword range trembled violently. A massive, almost boundless sword-might radiated out from the sword, sweeping over everything.

“Chi, chi…”

A sharp and clear sound rang out, the demon sword trembled, and it was pulled out by about half a foot.

Although it was merely half a foot, the fact that Qin Wentian was able to pull it out, however slightly, was already sufficient to send waves of terror rocking the spectators’ hearts.

The sword had actually allowed itself to be extricated.

The origins of this demon sword seemed to be otherworldly, having the power to sunder the great earth, and thus creating the precipice. Embedded into the ground, birthing the sword range, remaining there from ages ago up till now. Nobody had been able to move it, not even slightly.

Yet today, Qin Wentian, someone at the first level of Heavenly Dipper, had actually pulled the sword out by half a foot.

This half foot was sufficient toamaze everyone in the Sword Reverence City.

“How can this be possible?”

The three major powers of the Sword Reverence City all had expressions of extreme shock and disbelief on their faces.

That massive sword-might pervaded the surroundings, enveloping everyone within.

“KILL HIM NOW!”

In the middle of the air, the faces of those from the Wang Clan instantly changed when they witnessed this scene. They were afraid that there might be other unpredicted occurrences, and hence immediately issued the order to kill Qin Wentian.

As the sound of their voices faded, those surrounding Qin Wentian stepped out, as they began to unleash their attacks.

Yet at that very moment, Qin Wentian stabbed out with a finger. In an instant, swirls of that boundless sword-might congregated around it before erupting forth, penetrating through the throat of one of his unfortunate opponents. The speed of his attack was at an unprecedented level, the fallen enemy’s only reaction was to widen his eyes in disbelief, before his body unceremoniously fell down onto the ground.

A finger was sufficient to slay an expert whose cultivation base was higher than him.

“This…”

The three other opponents halted, not daring to advance. Their faces were all filled with terror, Qin Wentian was actually capable of borrowing the power of the demon sword’s sword-might!

Qin Wentian continued on, trying to extricate the sword. Although the wails grew louder, the sword couldn’t be pulled out further.

Suddenly, Qin Wentian placed his palm on the edge of the demon sword, slicing another wound on the surface of his palm, allowing his blood to flow into the demon sword, willing it to drink.

The sword-might grew even stronger, as the wails echoed throughout the Heavens and Earth.

In the middle of the air, the sad roars of dragons, the miserable cries of phoenixes, they all combined together causing a constellation to manifest. The constellation hung high in the sky, blazing with resplendent light, even changing the colors of the sky.

In the Sword Reverence City, countless eyes turned to look at the sky as their hearts trembled with an indescribable emotion.

The mournful wails of the demon sword had manifested a constellation.

In the flatlands beneath the precipice, the people there also inclined their heads, taking in this impossible scene.