Chapter 314: Sword, Come 2
Dream-Making Expert
“Sword, come?”
“Even if you called your mother, it would be useless!”
The White Tiger Young Master sneered.
His aura surged to the heavens. He was utterly unstoppable.
The ancient chains of order that belonged to the True Spirit White Tiger Clan, chains that had once overawed the Myriad Realms, interwove across heaven and earth.
The White Tiger Young Master unleashed his spiritual power to the fullest.
He would use a peerless strike to proclaim the might of the White Tiger Clan.
Beneath a single strike, law and principle interwove.
It approached infinitely close to the realm where overwhelming power could shatter a boundary, almost grazing the upper limit of the cultivation realm that the Demon Court Ancestral Ground could permit.
A single strike descended, transforming into a White Tiger Dharma Form that blotted out the sky and covered the sun.
A single, simple pounce.
Yet it possessed a power sufficient to move mountains and overturn seas.
“This strike.”
“Condenses two thousand years of my cultivation.”
“You demons, what could you possibly use to block it!”
The White Tiger Young Master laughed wildly.
His strike launched, he turned with flair.
He scooped up the terrified Rabbit Spirit in one arm. If he had also lit a cigar, it would truly have been dashing.
Boom, boom, boom!
Heaven and earth churned. The void trembled.
Overwhelming power accompanied the White Tiger Dharma Form’s long roar.
It overawed a hundred miles.
Within a hundred miles, whether mountain stone or atmosphere, Blood Beast or soul spirit.
All of it was reduced to ash beneath the White Tiger Young Master’s single strike.
“Let’s go.”
“The demons have been executed.”
“You lot will follow this Young Master from now on.”
“In the future… hm?”
The White Tiger Young Master detected something and suddenly turned his head.
He saw a golden sword light piercing the starry sky, abruptly blazing above the Star River.
As if it had crossed time and space itself.
It had actually arrived last but struck first.
A single sword descended, falling into the Peerless Young Master’s hand.
It transformed into a golden longsword.
One face depicted grass, trees, mountains, and rivers; the other depicted the sun, moon, and stars.
The golden sword hung high, and with casual ease, it flicked off a strand of resplendent sword qi.
Light and floating, like a golden willow catkin.
It landed upon the sky-blotting White Tiger Dharma Form.
Yet it was heavy as a mountain-toppling seal.
A single fall shattered the law’s divine chains. A single motion annihilated the White Tiger Dharma Form.
The sword qi descended, vast and magnificent as the sun and moon.
Ten thousand miles fell silent. Ten thousand sounds fell still.
Even the Blood Beasts and soul spirits without sentience trembled uncontrollably, prostrating themselves on the ground.
Not daring to glance upward at that golden longsword.
An illusion akin to encountering a natural predator rose chillingly in the White Tiger Young Master’s heart.
His face changed drastically. He stared fixedly at the Peerless Young Master, who was currently cursing and swearing at the golden longsword.
“This sword…”
The White Tiger Young Master was dazed. He recalled a legendary blade — an Innate Divine Sword.
But that was impossible!