Chapter 464 - Northern Dark Cyan Bird

Cries of surprise rang out incessantly when the cyan-colored mythical bird spread its two-feet-wide wings and drew in a steady stream of vital force of heaven and earth. In an instant, the vital force formed a cyan-colored barrier that warded off Xiao Chen’s Storm of Swords.

Strong wind surged forth with such force that the weaker cultivators were sent flying. The wind also picked up the snow off the ground, causing them to swirl in the air. The cyan-colored mythical bird cried, and instantly, Xiao Chen once again felt strained. His body in the air shook. It was obvious that he was struggling to maintain his Storm of Swords spell. On the other hand, Mo Jinyan looked utterly relaxed. All he needed to control his Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword was a weak spell.

Xiao Chen was the loser in their battle of swords for one very simple reason: Xiao Chen was relying purely on mystic force to move his Unsullied Sword, while Mo Jinyan was using the Spirit of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. It was akin to Xiao Chen using his own strength to fight both the Spirit of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword and Mo Jinyan’s mystic force.

The crowd below was stupefied. They watched the Northern Dark Cyan Bird in the air with their mouths open. Every legendary weapon had its own Sword Spirit, but the Spirit was imbued in the blade and would never fight for its master. It took an extraordinary chance for Mo Jinyan to whip out his Sword Spirit for battle. The onlookers watched with both astonishment and envy.

The corners of Mo Jinyan curved to form a sneer. He hastened his speed at performing seals and the Northern Dark Cyan Bird’s cry once again resonated in the air. It spread its wings a little more still, now reaching thirty-feet-wide. Xiao Chen felt even more pressure weighing on him. Even his hands were shaking as he cast seals. He could feel his body trembling as well. The sword light of his Storm of Swords spell was nearly snuffed out by now, leaving only his Unsullied Sword to resist the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword.

Never mind that the Unsullied Sword was ranked beneath the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. The fact that the Spirit of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword was taking part in this battle meant that any resistance by the Unsullied Sword was futile. The blade of the Unsullied Sword was beginning to shake and the white light covering it was gradually dimming under the weight of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword’s cyan light.

Xiao Chen’s face was turning pale. The Unsullied Sword had its Spirit as well; he had seen the Spirit at the Sansheng Pool when he was in the Daoist League’s mystic domain. It was a pure and beautiful fairy dressed in white who had fallen into a slumber lasting more than six hundred years, though Yu Yifeng never told him why. Perhaps, even Yu Yifeng himself didn’t know.

In the distance, None-flower Dust shook his feathered fan and leisurely said, “Six hundred years ago, the Unsullied Sword belonged to the Sword Immortal of Kunlun. Its Sword Spirit won’t lose out to this fat, cyan-colored bird. What a pity that it has fallen into slumber for six hundred years. Her master died in battle more than six hundred years ago. I suppose he doesn’t remember anymore after his reincarnation…”

Yi Tong looked at the sky with rapt attention. “The Northern Dark Cyan Bird has the blood of the ancient Kunpeng beast. It won’t be easy to be dealt with…”

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Gale whistled in the air. Xiao Chen did his best to put up resistance, but he was beginning to lose out. Mo Jinyan smiled. “Today, I’ll use your soul to nourish my Sword Spirit!” His eyes turned ice-cold as he performed a hand seal. He thrust the spell forward and the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword instantly emitted a blinding cyan light. The sword plunged forward. Xiao Chen groaned as he was rebounded along with his sword.

“Oh!” The crowd cried out in surprise. Their eyes followed Xiao Chen’s trajectory as he fell. Just as Xiao Chen was about to fly out of the arena, they saw him clapped his hands behind his back. Two golden dragon illusions whizzed toward the ground, sending the snow flying everywhere.

The rebound force helped Xiao Chen land on the edge of the arena, narrowly avoiding the fate of falling downward. “Tch!” His Unsullied Sword flew back and inserted itself into the ground beside his feet.

Xiao Chen reached out to grab the sword. The white light coming from the sword had gotten much dimmer now, and the entire blade was shuddering as if it had been injured.

Mo Jinyan retrieved his Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword as well. He looked at Xiao Chen like he was looking at a clown and sneered. “I told you, what’s the point of great swordsmanship? It’s something useless and ostentatious! So what if you’re using the Storm of Swords spell? I have only this to say: it can’t even withstand a single blow!”

His final sentence was said especially loudly, to the point that he was nearly yelling. It wasn’t just meant for Xiao Chen’s ears, but also everyone below. Seeing how those people who exclaimed over Xiao Chen’s swordsmanship and Storm of Swords spell were now staring dumbfoundedly at him, he felt nothing but satisfaction. This was a form of enjoyment for him.

“Hahahaha…” He guffawed. His laughter echoed throughout the summit, reaching several of the main peaks.

Ziyun’er clenched her hands, so annoyed that she was gnashing her teeth. Her Qi instantly filled her Elixir Field and she used a voice loud enough that everyone could hear her, “You claim to be using absolute power, but you’re just relying on the Sword Spirit of a legendary weapon! I’ve never seen someone as shameless as you!”

“Haha!” Mo Jinyan threw his back in laughter. His eyes suddenly turned as sharp as a blade. “Is that so?” he cried, and then thrust his sword at Xiao Chen. The Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword instantly lit up and produced the Northern Dark Cyan Bird once again.

Xiao Chen didn’t dare to meet the bird head-on, but he had no room to retreat anymore. He leaped and made a swift turn in the air, aiming for where Mo Jinyan was. However, before he could land, Mo Jinyan was charging at him like a ghost. Xiao Chen clenched his teeth and met his attack head-on, for he had no other choice.

“Clang!” A sharp, clear sound of collision resonated in the summit. Xiao Chen felt his arm sink, and then the sensation of boundless cold air entering his body through the Unsullied Sword. The cold air threatened to freeze his entire body.

“Hehe!” A sneer crossed Mo Jinyan’s face. He was pleased and delighted to see how Xiao Chen failed to counter him even after using all his strength. This made him felt better than slaying Xiao Chen with a single sword strike.

“Insect! An insect is all you’ll ever be. Even if you climb to the peak, an insect will always remain an insect. Especially those of you from the Xiao family! What do your ancestors know except dirty tricks? In front of absolute power, you’re all insects that can’t even withstand a single strike!”

Xiao Chen clenched his teeth. In his hand, the light of the Unsullied Sword was getting dimmer and dimmer, to the point that it was going to wane off completely. He was getting more nervous. The Unsullied Sword’s Spirit was now in deep slumber; it couldn’t withstand even more ravaging of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword’s Spirit. Brother Yifeng was the one who gifted him this sword. He couldn’t let it be ruined!

Considering this, he recited a spell and returned the Unsullied Sword to his Divine Vessel. He then fashioned another sword on his palm using his True Energy to counter the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword’s attack.

His action confused the spectators below. Why did he put away his Immortal’s Sword when he was already at a disadvantage? Was he looking to dig his grave?

“Hehe!” Mo Jinyan let out a mocking laugh. “Do you know what’s our greatest difference? It’s that… you’ll forever be a nobody. No matter how hard you work, you’ll still be a nobody! In this world, there are countless people who work even harder than you, who are even more powerful than you! But none of them succeed, because they’re nobodies without status and background like you! They’ll forever live in the lowest levels of society! Since birth, your lives are a misery! Even if you struggle, even if you work hard, you’re destined to serve as a backdrop in this world!”

Xiao Chen sneered through his teeth. “What’s wrong? Are you starting to resort to psychological attacks to lower my fighting spirit?”

Mo Jinyan smiled. “Don’t misunderstand. I’m not trying to lower your fighting spirit. Killing you now is a piece of cake. I’m just trying to make you understand that people like you who live at the bottom rung of the society will always be nobodies. Do you know how ridiculous you look, struggling in vain to change your destiny?”

Xiao Chen sneered. “Heh. Then going by your logic, those who are born without background, those without clan leaders as fathers, those without mothers in the Ancient Immortal’s Clans, those without sect leaders as grandfathers, even those who are thrown under the mountain as soon as they are born, should all accept their fate. They should accept their fate and abandon themselves, despair and become the trash of society!”

Xiao Chen was shouting by the end of it. Mo Jinyan sneered. “Correct. This is how the world operates. No matter how hard you work, you’re still trash! You have neither background, support, nor resources. Compared to others, you have nothing! Why don’t you just stay in your place and become an ordinary person? Did you think hard work will help you?”

Mo Jinyan was also yelling by the time he reached the tail of his sentence. Veins were protruding on Xiao Chen’s face. He yelled, “You should go to hell then!”

Following his roar, Xiao Chen triggered all the True Energy flowing inside his body. The sword in his hand instantly lit up and flew into action. A fierce burst of mystic force that threatened to collapse mountains and summon tsunamis shoved Mo Jinyan more than 30 meters backward.

Mo Jinyan steadied himself in the air with a sneer. “I told you, an insect will only ever be an insect. It doesn’t matter how hard you work. Now, I’ll show you what absolute power means!” He pressed two fingers together and swiped it across his Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. He yelled, “Northern Dark Divine Sword! Go!”

While his voice was still resonating, the cyan light coming off the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword erupted and materialized into a cyan-colored bird. The bird rammed into Xiao Chen, bringing with it a violent mystic force that threatened to rip apart heaven and earth. Gale picked up in the summit. Even the spectators who were more than 1,000 feet away felt stifled by it.

Facing the imminent cyan-colored bird, Xiao Chen circulated his True Energy and blocked it with his sword. “Clang!” A loud sound rang throughout the summit. Xiao Chen tumbled more than ten meters backward but held his sword firmly. The skin between his thumb and forefinger on both hands were bleeding.

Mo Jinyan sneered. “You can never win over the Mo family. Time to die, the most powerful youngster of the Five Continents!”

Following the end of his voice, the Northern Dark Cyan Bird cried out and once again charged forward. This time, it triggered waves of energy in the air unlike any other. “Thump!” A loud sound resounded. The collision reduced the sword in Xiao Chen’s hand into dust. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he slammed down hard on the arena.

“Puff!” Xiao Chen fell hard on the snowed-on ground with a loud thud, coughing out a mouthful of blood. The two consecutive hits from the Northern Dark Cyan Bird had likely damaged his five viscera and six bowels.

Staring at the cyan-colored bird fluttering in the sky, Xiao Chen felt his vision gradually becoming blurry. Was he about to be defeated here…

In the distance, both people and wind were quiet. Everyone was speechless, many of them recalling the valiant young man who fought off four opponents by himself at the Immortal’s Sword Assembly.

Huangfu Xin’er was frowning deeply. She could feel a sharp pain piercing her heart. Xiaoyue tightened her grip around her Autumn Water Sword silently. Zuoqiu Yang’s brows were tightly furrowed as he clenched his fists. The eyes of the three youngsters from yesterday were red, especially the one in white. Tears were streaming down his face as he balled his hands into fists. He gritted his teeth and said, “No way. Brother Chen wouldn’t lose. Get up and hit him, d*mn it…”

Mo Jinyan landed on the snow-covered arena with the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword in hand. He walked toward Xiao Chen step by step, his face wearing a contemptuous smile. “Is this the so-called powerhouse from the Violet Manor? Perhaps you people could be considered experts before us Mo family members show up, but once we’re around, do you think you can overturn heaven? What’s wrong? Can’t you get up anymore…”

In the distance, Zuoqiu Yang’s bones were creaking from how hard he was clenching his fists. “Get up, b*stard! There’s still a battle awaiting us! You can’t just die here, b*stard…”

Xiaoyue’s brows were knitted together. She clenched her hand around her Autumn Water Sword a little tighter.

“Hahahaha!” Mo Jinyan let out a hearty laugh. He turned around and looked at the spectators below. He laughed and said, “Did you see that? This is the number one young powerhouse that you people selected, the winner of the Immortal’s Sword Assembly. In front of the Mo family, he can’t even take a single hit!”

The cultivators felt their hearts turn cold. They lowered their heads, not speaking. Only now did they realize the reason why Mo Jinyan was so insistent on fighting Xiao Chen. It wasn’t because of personal grudges. Rather, he wanted to tell everyone in the Violet Manor that the Mo family was the strongest. If not even Xiao Chen was his match, which disciple here could win against him?

The cold wind swept them, lifting their lapels. Everyone was silent. Only Mo Jinyan’s laughter was resonating throughout the summit. In the distance, Xiaoyue yelled through gritted teeth, “Xiao Chen, take my sword!”

Before her voice faded completely, a bird’s cry escaped the Autumn Water Sword. The sword emitted a light that extended for a thousand feet and flew toward Xiao Chen.

When it landed on Xiao Chen’s palm, its light erupted. The blade started trembling and making noises. Right then, it seemed as if it had finally returned to its master from thousands of years ago.

The vital force of heaven and earth was surging back and forth at this moment, summoning gale and swirling snow that obscured everyone’s vision.