Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills - Chapter 311
Chapter 311: Chapter 40: The Vast Sword Power_3
Translator: 549690339
In the matter of magical weapons, he undoubtedly suffered a small loss.
However, Western Evil Mink Monk did not panic, and a triumphant smile appeared in his eyes as he looked at Zhao Huai and shouted while lying on the ground:
“Zhao Huai! If you dare to come out, you’re seeking your death!”
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Huai sensed fluctuations in the surrounding space.
Eight or nine streaks of light came piercing through, forming a dense web that encircled Zhao Huai.
At this moment, a dark green rusty sword shot out from the Sword-Nurturing Gourd at Zhao Huai’s waist with a “whoosh” sound.
All the streaks of light were struck one by one, and then it revolved around him, protecting its master.
Seeing this situation, Zhao Huai was quite astonished.
He did not expect that this shabby dark green immortal sword would come out on its own to protect him.
This sword actually had its consciousness!
In the short moment of Zhao Huai’s distraction, the surrounding streaks of light attacked again.
“Ghost King Seal.”
“Green Ink Broadsword.”
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One after another, hushed shouts came from the crowd, showing that someone was hidden among the cultivators to ambushed Zhao Huai. Each of their cultivation was not low—they were all in the Golden Core Realm.
A mark emerged on the forehead of a cultivator in a black robe, and torrents of evil qi surged from his hands, attacking Zhao Huai.
“It’s devil cultivators! There are so many of them.”
“They were actually hiding in the crowd, and I didn’t even notice!”
“Is this a plot jointly arranged by the Shenluo Empire and Devil Sect?”
The surrounding cultivators who were watching the show immediately scattered and fled, not forgetting to look back at Zhao Huai’s direction as they went.
“Swish!”
Faced with the onslaught of the crowd, Zhao Huai’s gaze became more focused, and he withdrew as his Divine Insight quickly scanned through, finding that there were more than ten devil cultivators ambushing him here.
No wonder Western Evil Mink Monk had been trying to provoke him. Forcing him to take action was just the first step; their actual plan was to lure him out and then corner and kill him.
His previous realm was just the Initiation Realm. To deal with a cultivator in the Initiation Realm, they had arranged quite a show.
It had to be said that the person who arranged this assassination was truly wicked.
All the devil cultivators went all out, mobilizing the evil qi and their magical weapons, launching powerful Divine Skills one after another.
With countless techniques converging together, it formed a dazzling array, all of which pressured Zhao Huai.
“Yan Country’s Crown Prince, let’s see how you die this time!”
Western Evil Mink Monk was helped up on his feet by a fellow monk. He was delighted to see Zhao Huai being attacked by everyone, with an indescribable sense of exhilaration in his heart.
But just as he was feeling smug, he saw a jaw-dropping scene.
“Whoosh!”
Accompanied by a sword cry, another red rusty sword flew out of the Sword-Nurturing Gourd.
Zhao Huai smiled faintly, stepping on the red rusty sword, while his body soared into the sky and his white robe fluttered in the wind.
His left hand was behind his back, and his right hand held a black long sword, with a dark green rusty sword revolving around him.
The disciples of the Devil Sect took to the sky as well and turned into streaks of light, chasing after Zhao Huai.
In the sky, numerous rainbows shimmered, constantly entwined in battle, leaving the cultivators on the ground stunned.
“Damn! He’s really a monster. Facing so many powerful opponents alone and still not falling behind.”
“Has Yan Country’s Crown Prince’s cultivation reached the Peak Golden Core?!”
“I estimate that he might have already reached the seventh or eighth stage of the Golden Core. Ordinary Golden Core cultivators, even if their combat prowess is acceptable, would not be able to withstand the consumption of magic power.”
Not only the cultivators on the ground, but Western Evil Mink Monk’s face also showed shock.
“How did he do it? He’s controlling three flying swords at the same time!”
“Can his magic power hold up?”
High in the sky.
Zhao Huai faced many opponents, his momentum gradually climbing; the sword qi protected his body, and none of the surrounding opponents’ moves could hurt him in the slightest.
He stepped off the red rusty sword.
Yu Sha was sent out, the sword qi unmatched and carried by the black light.
“Swoosh!”
From the sword edge, the sword qi shot out.
In the blink of an eye, a Devil Sect disciple’s magical weapon was split in half.
“My Devil Sparrow Fan!”
The Devil Sect disciple who had lost his magical weapon shouted, his voice filled with unbearable sadness.
The surrounding Devil Sect disciples’ eyes revealed fear.
The sword able to sever the magical weapon was too sharp.
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