MTLNOVEL Chapter 344: Burial of the Immortals
Chapter 344: Burial of the Immortals
Jun Lingtian let out a sigh of relief, but his expression remained serious. “You’re really something, kid. You’ve managed to get me this far. Unfortunately, you came a bit too early.”
He looked at Lin Fengmian and shook his head, feeling regretful. “If you’d come a year or a year and a half later, when I had fully entered the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, I might have really lost to you.”
Seeing Lin Fengmian’s weakened state, Jun Lingtian couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. “For a talent like you to die at my hands would truly be a waste.”
He added with a thoughtful tone, “I’m willing to make an exception for you. As long as you agree, everything we discussed earlier will still stand.”
Although Lin Fengmian appeared to be physically exhausted, his gaze remained calm, showing no signs of panic as Jun Lingtian expected.
“Jun Lingtian, do you really think you’ve won?” Lin Fengmian’s lips curled into a weary smile. “The real show is about to begin!”
With those words, he muttered, “Countercurrent.”
Under Jun Lingtian’s stunned gaze, Lin Fengmian’s aura surged, becoming even stronger than before.
If Lin Fengmian had once been like a sword drawn from its scabbard, brash and without restraint, now he had returned to his essence, like a sword that didn’t need to be drawn at all.
It was a state that felt like complete harmony with the world, flawless and impenetrable. Even the experienced Jun Lingtian was stunned. What kind of secret technique was this?
How could someone who was already on the verge of collapse suddenly return to his peak in an instant? This was nothing short of a miracle!
Countercurrent? Was this time reversal?
“Luo Xue, the rest is up to you,” Lin Fengmian said weakly.
Of course, Countercurrent wasn’t a real technique. It was just a bluff – what Lin Fengmian had done was to hand over the control of his body to Luo Xue.
As Luo Xue took control, she was naturally more in sync with the body than Lin Fengmian, the outsider.
“Don’t worry, rest. If I can’t kill him now, I’ll buy a block of tofu and headbutt it myself,” Luo Xue said, her tone light.
“No need for that,” Lin Fengmian responded with a chuckle despite his exhaustion. “If you can’t kill him now, you might as well forget about being a Sword Saint and just make me some simple soup instead.”
“Stop joking around and rest already,” Luo Xue playfully scolded.
Lin Fengmian gave a soft hum, falling into a deep stillness, yet his mind remained closely focused on the situation outside.
Luo Xue was surprised to find that Lin Fengmian’s Evil God Domain hadn’t disappeared; instead, it lingered in place, almost as if it were in a state of delay.
This was even more to her liking. With the domain still in place, she could fully unleash her techniques without any worry.
Looking at the fully revived Luo Xue, Jun Lingtian found it hard to believe that the same person who had just fought him moments ago was now standing before him in peak condition.
He shook his head in disbelief. “I refuse to believe this! How can such a technique exist in this world? You must be bluffing!”
With that, he transformed into a streak of crimson light, slashing toward Luo Xue to test her strength.
Luo Xue let out a soft laugh. “There are countless unexplainable things in this world. How could you see them all?”
With a mere flick of her Zhenyuan Sword, she effortlessly blocked Jun Lingtian’s strike, then countered with a brilliantly executed sword move that sent him retreating.
The sword techniques of the Qionghua Sword Sect had always seemed somewhat incomplete in Lin Fengmian’s hands, as he lacked the true Qionghua Sword Heart. But for Luo Xue, it was entirely different. She possessed a sword heart that was unique in all of Qionghua, and she was a person who was seemingly born to wield a sword. Every technique in her hands became significantly more powerful.
Jun Lingtian roared, “Holy Fire Raging Flames!”
Within his Holy Fire Domain, golden flames surged forth, transforming into fire dragons that charged toward Luo Xue.
“Absolute Freezing Cold.”
Luo Xue stepped forward and ice roses blossomed around her, their chilling aura enveloping the entire domain.
With a wave of her Zhenyuan Sword, several ice dragons roared into existence, intertwining with the fire dragons and swiftly tearing them apart.
A vast domain nearly a thousand meters in size spread out around her, crushing the endless holy fire beneath its power.
However, this immense domain soon retreated, shrinking into Lin Fengmian’s domain to avoid exposure.
Three overlapping domains-an overwhelming sight-combined to create a blinding gold light, but at its center was an indomitable black mist.
Within this black fog, chaos reigned, resembling the primordial time when the heavens and the earth were first formed. Strange phenomena and mysterious sights unfolded in every direction.
Above, dark thunderclouds swirled; below, the ground was covered with burning sacred fire that was constantly being suppressed.
Amidst the roaring flames, ice roses made of pure frost blossomed, releasing a bone-chilling cold that pushed the flames down and kept them from rising.
“Perfected Realm!”
Holy Emperor Lingtian recognized the gravity of the situation, his heart shaken as he stared at Luo Xue in disbelief.
Although the concept of a Perfected Realm domain existed, it was purely theoretical – something incredibly difficult to achieve.
Even before reaching the Great Ascension Realm, he had only mastered a domain of 980 meters, which was already rare in the world.
But the realm in front of him was undeniably the legendary realm of the Perfected Realm!
As he watched the swirling thunder clouds and the ever-blooming ice roses, his expression grew grim. “You are actually a dual Spiritual Root, Ice and Thunder, and possess dual realms. Who exactly are you?”
Luo Xue stroked her long sword gently, her tone cold. “Kang City Ye Xuefeng. I, Luo Xue, challenge the Holy Emperor Lingtian. Prepare to die.”
Her figure vanished in an instant, and she appeared before the Holy Emperor, her sword swinging upward like a cascading river of stars.
Simultaneously, countless ice flowers shattered around them, the fragments flying into the air and transforming into large and small ice swords.
These ice swords floated in the air, refracting dazzling light amidst the flames, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.
“Frost Heaven Snow Dance!”
As Luo Xue swung her sword, the ice swords spun rapidly, circling the two of them and darting unpredictably around the battlefield.
At the same time, arcs of electricity crackled across the flying swords, and every time one was blocked by Jun Lingtian, his body stiffened with a jolt.
As the ice thunder swords struck him, his movements grew slower, not only from the biting cold but also from the electric shocks.
“Holy Fire!”
Jun Lingtian’s golden dragon roared, rapidly retracting his domain as the flames surged violently.
“A world of ice and snow, a pool of thunder and lightning!”
Luo Xue unleashed the accumulated cold energy and lightning power within her body, sending out an icy chill that swiftly froze the flames in their tracks.
In an instant, Jun Lingtian, who was caught off guard, was frozen in place, his movements stiffening as a look of horror appeared on his face.
A powerful surge of thunder erupted, and with Luo Xue at its center, the sky was transformed into a vast thunder pool.
With a swing of her sword, Luo Xue cried out, “Burial of the Immortals!”
The ice thunder swords around them were empowered, flying toward Jun Lingtian, each one carrying an overwhelming combination of thunder and cold energy.
Each sword strike buried the freezing cold and lightning deep into his body.
The rumbling thunder echoed throughout Junlin City, and the temperature dropped drastically.
Jun Lingtian, already weakened by age and the previous battle with Lin Fengmian, was no longer in his prime and found himself at a severe disadvantage.
At first, he could barely hold his ground, but as time passed, he was struck by a sword of light.
It was like a snow avalanche – one sword, then two, three, and more.
The blows became more frequent and more intense.
The accumulated thunder and cold in his body slowed his movements, and eventually he could no longer withstand the onslaught. The ice and snow sword lights pierced through him one after another, marking the end of his resistance.