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Sword of Affection
With the essence of Endless Yellow Sand, it conveys emotions under the blazing sun.
Yan Zhen unleashed his first sword of this battle.
Guardian Sword.
Taku Village felt a flash before his eyes, as if two suns hung in the sky.
"Damn." Even with a millennium of cultivation, Taku Village couldn't help but curse.
What is wrong with the young people these days? Are they trying to rebel?
Shocked as he was, he displayed the demeanor of an experienced Cultivator, calmly shaking his hand to unleash a palm strike in response.
The two suns were merely a testament to how magnificent Yan Zhen's sword was, creating a radiant halo comparable to the sun itself. The power contained within was not just his spiritual energy, but also his determination and confidence.
Before the sword even descended, such a spectacle had already formed; what would its true power be like?
Taku Village's palm strike met the halo, slipping through like wind in the night, silent as water, pressing towards Yan Zhen. He was fully confident in this palm strike, having mastered both water and wood techniques. For a Cultivator in Paradise, this was quite unique; each type of Cultivator thrived in their respective environments.
The Extreme West Land was inherently hot, greatly benefiting gold, fire, and earth Cultivators, but it was less favorable for those of water and wood. Yet Taku Village had managed to cultivate successfully here, even developing techniques that temporarily immunized him against three types of Spells.
This was indeed a distinctive achievement. The palm strike was gentle; Yan Zhen could even see the patterns on it clearly. A man of great renown stood before him, and he admired the depth of the opponent's spiritual energy. But what did that matter?
Stepping forward, under the astonished gaze of Taku Village, Yan Zhen bravely met the strike with his chest.
With a muffled thud, Yan Zhen was sent flying like a drifting feather, landing over a hundred feet away.
At the same time, the attack from the sword's halo struck before Taku Village, exploding suddenly and catching him off guard. Countless beams of Dao Sword light scattered like fish escaping a net, sealing off the space around Taku Village.
The Guardian Sword was meant to charge forward relentlessly; however, Zuo Dao was too direct and consumed too much energy. He casually adjusted it. It was the first time using it in actual combat, and unexpectedly, the effect was remarkably good.
Taku Village was currently in pain, feeling an overwhelming urge to curse. Was this an attack that a Golden Core True Person could unleash?
When the first Dao Sword light sliced through his spiritual energy barrier, he realized something was wrong. This was just one of many; within his Spiritual Awareness, there were still nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight similar sword lights swirling around him.
Like a brilliant firework, with countless birds returning to their nests, each Dao Sword light was equivalent to a full-powered strike from a Golden Core. Although he remained unharmed at that moment, the sheer number was daunting.
With a surge of spiritual energy, he felt like an Azure Dragon. With every Dao Sword light consumed, the vibrant green surrounding the Azure Dragon dimmed slightly.
The Azure Water Dragon—his self-created protective Cultivation Method—was composed of wood as its bones and water as its body, a blend of both elements. Its defensive capabilities ranked among the best even in Paradise.
After being sent flying, Yan Zhen wasted no time in regaining his composure, striving to recover more spiritual energy for prolonged combat. The Guardian Sword Technique was indeed powerful, but its consumption was exorbitant. Even after Zuo Dao's modifications, the cost remained significant.
The Great Guardian Sword had yet to be drawn, yet it already exuded such power. Taku Village cursed inwardly but felt even more envious of this weapon.
"Scatter!" With a violent surge of spiritual energy, the Azure Water Dragon moved even faster. One Dao Sword light was extinguished, and the previously dense rain of sword lights began to diminish.
Taku Village stood still, coldly observing Yan Zhen ahead.
"Child, I must admit I misjudged you this time. I didn't expect you to be such a talented individual. Killing you would indeed be a pity. If you could swear a Great Dao Oath of allegiance to me and hand over your sword, I could forgive you."
"You want my sword? Come and take it." Yan Zhen replied without hesitation, tightening his grip on his sword and launching another Sword Slash.
The sword light was silent, but as it rushed forward, its brilliance intensified.
"Sword Slash." The basic sword technique reemerged. This made Taku Village chuckle; the previous grand move had failed to make an impact, and now he was faced with an even more pathetic basic technique—wasn't this an insult?
"Go."
With a roar, Taku Village unleashed another Azure Dragon that charged toward the sword light.
The sword light shattered upon contact, dissipating into the air.
"Child, don't think that just because you have talent, you can look down on others. Even if you can challenge a Nascent Soul, that does not include me. Prepare to be defeated."
The Water Dragon Explosion.
This was Taku Village's first proactive attack. Before the assault even reached him, Yan Zhen already felt an immense pressure, causing his bones to creak under the strain.
A Great Perfection Nascent Soul Cultivator was indeed not something an ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivator could compare to; the aura was overwhelming. He gripped his sword tightly, channeling spiritual energy within him in a continuous cycle.
However, the sword state could not be maintained for long; it was not only a burden on the body but also a test for the soul. He could only enter this state briefly while using the Guardian Sword Technique; under normal circumstances, he still had to rely on his own combat strength.
Around Taku Village, a Waterwood Halo had already formed, and the Nascent Soul was capable of affecting the land, moving mountains and seas.
Creating such a Waterwood Halo in the Extreme West Land consumed far more energy than in normal environments. Taku Village had decided to capture Yan Zhen alive. Killing him would be easy, but capturing him alive posed a much greater challenge, especially since he was a Sword Cultivator with secret treasures at his disposal.
The Water Dragon Explosion struck down exactly as he imagined it would, landing heavily before Yan Zhen. The true power of the Water Dragon Explosion lay in its explosive force.
A massive crater appeared where Yan Zhen stood, and he was thrown sideways by the tremendous blast. The sinister water-based spiritual energy penetrated his body simultaneously, shattering his protective sword attire. Blood gushed from his mouth like a fountain, some splattering onto his immortal sword.
He was gravely injured after just one strike.
Yan Zhen struggled to rise, coughing up blood while circulating the Sitting Forgetting Heart Sutra to combat the sinister spiritual energy within him.
Taku Village sneered coldly and did not advance. The opponent was already determined to die; recklessly approaching could lead to a self-detonation from a Golden Core cultivator that would be enough trouble for them.
"As long as you hand over your sword and swear a Great Dao Oath, what I said earlier still stands."
"I, Yan Zhen, have been cultivating since I was ten years old; it has been over ten years now. The only Great Dao Oath I have sworn is to protect—protect those I love and guard those dear to me."
Upon hearing this, Taku Village's eyes gleamed with cold light. A Golden Core cultivator in their twenties could no longer be described merely as talented; especially one capable of challenging a Nascent Soul. This trouble seemed significant; they needed to resolve this issue quickly and eliminate those who had escaped as well.
Raising his sword once more, he recalled his master's words: A Sword Cultivator must possess a sword's backbone and always stand tall. Even in death, I, Yan Zhen, will not forsake the honor of Zuo Wang Peak.
“Protect…”
A long shout echoed, resonating through the land and stirring up clouds of yellow sand, obscuring the blazing sun. An inexplicable sense of tragic grandeur lingered in the Extreme West Land.
In the distance, a Cultivator paused their actions upon hearing the shout; another rushing Cultivator stumbled to the ground, startled by the sound. Every Cultivator present in the Extreme West Land, regardless of their cultivation level, was disturbed by this cry.
How tragic…
Teng Chong, Ping, Yan Zi, and Yan Hong also heard the shout.
“It’s Senior Brother…”
The four exchanged glances without a word and turned back, heading straight for Yan Zhen.
Under Zuo Wang Peak, comrades shared a deep bond; though they could not live together, they could die together.
Just after crossing the Blissful Mountain Range, Zuo Dao's expression suddenly changed dramatically.
A wild roar shook the air.
“If anything happens to my Senior Brother, I, Zuo Dao, swear to slaughter the Extreme West Land.”
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