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Zhao Yang's eyes widened in horror; it was too late to rescue anyone because the Sword Dao Space could seal off the void. Otherwise, he would have already used Time Walk to escape.
Liu Rou realized it was already too late for her to retreat! The Sword Saint's speed was simply too fast!
Bang!
A powerful shockwave shattered dozens of mountains around them, turning many weak beasts into nothing but ash.
Liu Rou opened her eyes in confusion, her face pale. Above her head, the massive Heavenly Harmony Bell was slowly rotating, showing no signs of damage whatsoever!
The Supreme Dao Artifact, the Heavenly Harmony Bell! It was said to possess absolute defense!
Just a few days ago, Zhao Yang had snatched it from the Harmonious Gate Master, intending to give it to Liu Rou as an earring. Little did he know it would save her life! Even so, he felt a chill run down his spine; if anything happened to Liu Rou, he would suffer for a lifetime.
At that moment, the Sword Saint had his back turned to them!
Now was the time!
"I'm going to turn you into a sheep!" Zhao Yang struck first. With the Seventy-Third Transformation unleashed, the Sword Saint immediately transformed into a powerless Little Sheep. Along with this transformation, his Sword Dao Space vanished, and Ji Wudao and Zhao Yang attacked simultaneously!
The Supreme Dao Artifact, Inch of Light, sliced through the air toward the Sword Saint!
A piercing wind surged forward, aiming directly at him!
Thud!
"Baa~" The Sword Saint let out a miserable cry as he transformed back from sheep form. One hand and one ear were severed by Inch of Light and the wind drill respectively. Terrified, he retreated a hundred feet away.
His long hair cascaded like a waterfall around his towering figure, blood gushing out. Yet, the Sword Saint seemed unfazed. Taking a deep breath, he slowly said, "The legends... they are true. The Transform into Sheep Technique nearly killed me."
The Sword Saint had long heard of Zhao Yang's divine skill that could turn others into sheep, ignoring their realm and cultivation level. It could break all laws and annihilate any opponent. Although he had been on guard, he was astonished that Zhao Yang had endured until now before using it, nearly costing him his life. When he felt the True Qi within him rapidly depleting, he realized he had been ensnared by a spell without noticing. Reacting swiftly, he dodged with the fastest speed of his life. Even so, he still lost an ear and a hand.
In contrast to Ji Wudao's shock, Zhao Yang was even more astonished because the Sword Saint was the first person to escape from the Seventy-Third Transformation, a Super Divine Technique!
Indeed, the Transform into Sheep Technique was a unique bug skill in the cultivation world; even a novice at the Qi Refinement Stage could turn a Tribulation Period cultivator into a sheep, reducing their defenses to zero—fragile as tofu. A regular kitchen knife could harm someone turned into a sheep, who couldn't fight back. However, there was one caveat: the speed of the transformed individual remained unrestricted.
Thus, the Transform into Sheep Technique wasn't flawless. When faced with a cultivator whose speed reached its peak and could react in an instant, it might not guarantee a kill.
Clearly, the Sword Saint was such an individual; he reacted immediately upon being transformed into a sheep and managed to evade.
True Qi spilled from his severed ear and arm, rapidly healing his injuries. His flesh visibly mended before his eyes, but he was filled with rage. The sixteen ancient Flying Swords adorned with Dao patterns behind him began to move in unison, forming an ever-growing disc that radiated terrifying sword intent. In the distance, a faint cut appeared on Zhao Yang's face without him realizing it.
"Run!" Zhao Yang shouted decisively as he and Ji Wudao vanished from their location. The next moment, they appeared beside Liu Rou and the Grand Elder. Then, space twisted as Zhao Yang's head throbbed painfully; he forcefully unleashed the essence of Time Walk and crossed over two hundred miles to Yuwang City, landing precisely at King Yu's Mansion.
Meanwhile, still at Myriad Spirit Sect, the Sword Saint's sixteen giant swords pursued along Zhao Yang's vanishing trail, tearing through clouds and slicing mountain peaks, leaving behind sixteen streaks of light that illuminated the heavens.
The Sixteen Supreme Killing Swords would relentlessly pursue once they locked onto an enemy's aura until they killed their target. In the past, the Sword Saint had used this method to hunt down countless experts who dared to provoke him without ever failing.
At King Yu's Mansion, King Yu's Divine Sense swept over several figures suddenly appearing in his courtyard. Upon seeing Zhao Yang among them, he lowered his guard and asked, "Zhao Yang, what is going on?"
Zhao Yang's face was pale as he replied, "Lord Father-in-law, this is the Grand Elder of Myriad Spirit Sect; I need you to take care of him. Also, Rouer will stay here for a few days. I don't have much time; I must leave immediately."
"Brother Zhao Yang, what happened? I want to go with you," Liu Rou said anxiously. It was rare for her to see Zhao Yang in such an urgent state; she worried something was wrong with him. Moreover, she had never known that Zhao Yang possessed such incredible abilities to suddenly jump from Myriad Spirit Sect to Yuwang City over two hundred miles away! They had taken a day and a half to reach Myriad Spirit Sect before.
Zhao Yang's complexion remained pale as he explained, "The Sword Saint used Sixteen Supreme Killing Swords against me; once they pursue an enemy, they will not stop until death. Only your master Consort of Rain can save me. Therefore, I must hurry to Falling Flower Valley; otherwise, unless my master intervenes—which I'm not sure she will—I'm in grave danger. Last time at Heavenly Mechanism Mountain when I was besieged by the royal family, my master did not show up."
Ji Wudao understood roughly what had happened from Zhao Yang's words and felt deeply remorseful: "It's all my fault for being useless! Even though I'm already at Tribulation Period, I couldn't lend a hand!"
Zhao Yang said, "Brother Ji, please don't say that. Your realm has been forcibly elevated and cannot stabilize True Qi. There is always a risk of going into a frenzy. I am already very grateful that you risked your life to save me during the battle just now. However, I still need your help. I just used a bit of the Essence of Time to traverse space and reach here. It won't be long before the Sword Saint's Peerless Killing Sword catches up to us, so we must leave immediately. But my True Qi is depleted, and I need you to use the speed of the wind to take me towards Falling Flower Valley as far as you can."
Ji Wudao nodded and asked, "How long until the Sword Saint's Peerless Killing Sword arrives here?"
Zhao Yang replied, "Less than ten breaths."
"So soon?!" Ten breaths is just over ten seconds. Upon hearing this, everyone’s faces showed great concern.
Liu Rou's tears streamed down her face. Zhao Yang gently pinched Liu Rou's delicate cheek and said, "Silly girl, your husband won't die. Don't worry, just wait for me here. We can't take you back to our hometown this time; maybe next time."
After saying this, Zhao Yang couldn't bear to see Liu Rou's sad expression and turned to Ji Wudao with a nod.
"King Yu, I leave those two in your care," Zhao Yang said in a calm and serious tone.
The reason Zhao Yang was so cautious this time was not because he feared the Sword Saint but because he had heard of the Peerless Killing Sword's reputation. In One Hundred Thousand Volumes of Books, there was only one line about the Peerless Killing Sword.
Once the Peerless Killing Sword is unleashed, no one has ever returned alive.
Such a high evaluation was not unfounded. The Peerless Killing Sword was a formidable weapon crafted by the sixteen most renowned grandmasters of the Refining Sect back in the day. Its characteristic was that once it locked onto an enemy's aura, it would relentlessly pursue and kill them without rest. Each of the Sixteen Supreme Killing Swords contained a sword spirit, giving them a certain level of consciousness that would launch endless attacks on Zhao Yang without pause.
Although Zhao Yang could sometimes be arrogant, his bravado was backed by capital and reasoning. This time, based on his excellent mathematical analysis and mental calculations regarding the speed of the Peerless Killing Sword and his own escape speed forming a mathematical pursuit problem, he estimated that there was an eighty to ninety percent chance he wouldn't reach Falling Flower Valley before being killed. The Peerless Killing Sword could even leave marks on remnants of the Imperial Scripture; if it continued attacking for long, he would either be killed or suffer unbearable pain.
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