386: Heavenly Sword, Absolute Sword, a battle between brothers!

Xiao Jingtian gave a disdainful cold snort, completely disregarding his father's dying words.

All of his focus was immersed in the torrent of power surging into his body like a tsunami!

Laugh Three Times' four thousand years of pure cultivation power, like a vast and boundless star sea, frantically scoured and widened his Meridians, filling his Dantian and Qi Sea!

And the moment that Dragon Turtle blood fused into his body, it made him feel increasingly closer to Perfection.

“Roar——!!”

He couldn't help but let out a painful roar; the dark red patterns all over his body were like red-hot branding irons, glowing brilliantly, and their form began to undergo drastic changes!

The originally relatively simple patterns began to evolve into more complex and profound designs, and the color gradually transformed from dark red into an eerie hue interwoven with dark gold and blood color.

An Aura, far more terrifying and violent than before, as if it had condensed all the disasters and wills of destruction between heaven and earth, erupted from him as the center like a tangible storm!

“Rumble——!!”

The entire valley was instantly stained with a layer of ominous dark red, the earth split into countless bottomless ravines, and the sky seemed to be wailing!

The ground beneath his feet could not withstand this power, cracking inch by inch and sinking!

“Power!! This is the power to break destiny!!”

Xiao Jingtian felt the terrifying power within his body that seemed capable of shattering stars with a punch and trampling the nine underworlds with a kick, and couldn't help but look up and laugh wildly!

His body expanded by a circle, his muscles bulging like coiled dragons, dark gold light flowing beneath his skin; every movement he made drew Wind and thunder to follow, with water and fire serving as guards!

The scarlet in his eyes had already turned into two burning flames of destruction, and wherever his gaze fell, all things could wither!

The tyranny of his Aura had completely surpassed his previous Peak, stepping into a level he himself had never imagined!

This was a terrifying qualitative change produced after the Fusion of his father's cultivation power, the Dragon Turtle's longevity blood, and his own extreme malice!

A power born solely for destruction!

“Lu Jiuyuan! Xu Fu! World Society! And this damned destiny!”

“Wait for me! Once I completely master this power, it will be the time for you all to be reduced to ashes!”

“This Divine Land, this heaven and earth, will all tremble beneath my feet!!”

...

When Lu Jiuyuan and Xu Fu returned to the World Society, the sky was approaching dawn.

Xu Fu had ultimately kept searching and found that hero sword he had thrown away in a crack at the edge of the battlefield.

The blade was still bright, only stained with a little dust.

Inside the Sword Pavilion of the World Society, Nameless had been waiting for a long time.

He was still dressed in grey, his Aura calm, but when his gaze fell upon that sword in Xu Fu's hand, a barely perceptible ripple finally appeared in his calm eyes.

“hero sword...” Nameless spoke softly, his voice carrying a hint of long-lost complex emotion.

Lu Jiuyuan took the long sword from Xu Fu's hand, his fingertips gently brushing over the cold blade, feeling the familiar yet somewhat strange vast Sword Intent contained within.

He walked up to Nameless and held the sword out horizontally.

“A sword is, after all, the life of a swordsman.

In tomorrow's battle, if there is no hero sword, it will ultimately be a regret.” Lu Jiuyuan's tone was flat.

Nameless looked at the hero sword before him, was silent for a moment, slowly reached out his hand, and solemnly took it.

The moment his fingers touched the hilt—

“Clang——!!”

A clear and resonant sword hum suddenly rang out, as if the sleeping divine weapon had finally returned to its true master's hands!

Light flowed across the body of the hero sword, and that spirituality, originally slightly unfamiliar due to the reforging,

merged perfectly the instant it touched Nameless's sword heart, becoming round and transparent again, even adding a bit more composure and sharpness after experiencing tribulations than before!

A vast and mighty Sword Intent, yet carrying endless vicissitudes and tenacity, rose from Nameless, echoing with the hum of the hero sword,

instantly dispelling the last trace of darkness before dawn, illuminating the entire Number One Tower Under Heaven!

Frost of the Qin, Bu Jingyun, Wind, and others felt this Sword Intent and were all shaken, as if they had seen a martial arts myth that had shed its dust and regained its sharpness!

Nameless closed his eyes, feeling the sense of connection through the Bloodline coming from the long sword in his hand, as well as the surging power contained within.

He could feel that this reforged hero sword had regained its former sharpness.

Only in Nameless's hands was this sword a supreme divine weapon of the world, an invincible divine sword.

In Sword Morning's hands, it was nothing, he was unworthy!

After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes, the Battle Intent in them rising to the sky.

“Thank you, Sect Leader, for fulfilling this.”

Lu Jiuyuan nodded slightly: “The sword has returned to its place, is your heart settled?”

Nameless stroked the blade, his gaze seeming to pierce through the pavilion, looking toward that distant Absolute Sword Intent that was also rising to the sky.

“My heart was never chaotic, why would it need settling? It's just that some paths must be walked by oneself; some knots must be untied by one's own hands.”

His tone was peaceful, yet carried an unshakable determination, “Today, I will let my brother see that my sword has never bent, and my Dao has not bowed either.”

His Aura fused perfectly with the hero sword; man is the sword, the sword is the man. That Heavenly Sword Intent that had been silent for many years, combined with Battle Intent, combined with the hero sword,

the whole person at this moment was like divine iron that had been tempered a thousand times, blooming with incomparably dazzling light.

Xu Fu watched from the side, secretly clicking his tongue.

He could feel that after Nameless regained the hero sword and raised his Battle Intent, his entire essence, energy, and spirit had undergone a transformation; it was a sublimation after the knot in his heart was untied and the shackles were gone.

It even made him feel the danger contained within this sharpness.

Today's battle of brothers would likely be even more intense and... spectacular than expected.

Lu Jiuyuan watched Nameless, whose Aura was round and harmonious and whose Sword Intent soared to the sky, a trace of imperceptible satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

“Very good. Then let us wait quietly for the Hour of the Dragon.”

The morning light was barely visible, and around the World Society's martial arts arena, it was already crowded with people.

The Disciples of the society, and even core figures like Frost of the Qin, Bu Jingyun, and Wind, as well as underlings like Arrogant Heaven, had all arrived. Everyone's gaze was focused on the two figures confronting each other in the center of the arena.

Mu Yingxiong was dressed in white as snow, holding the hero sword, his eyes as cold as knives. His body radiated an extremely strong Sword Intent that could sever everything and destroy all laws, as if he were an unparalleled vicious sword that had already been unsheathed and was thirsting to drink blood!

And Nameless, holding the hero sword, his grey clothes moving slightly in the morning breeze, his expression calm, his eyes deep.

He had no oppressive Aura around him, but that round and flawless Heavenly Sword Intent, which seemed to be one with heaven and earth, was like an invisible net, steadily catching Mu Yingxiong's fierce Absolute Sword Intent, not falling behind in the slightest.

Mu Yingxiong's gaze fell on the hero sword in Nameless's hand, then looked at Nameless's calm, waveless face:

“Your sword has finally returned!”

Nameless slowly raised the hero sword, the tip pointing toward Mu Yingxiong from afar, his voice clear and calm:

“Brother, please.”