Chapter 505: Holding Light in Hand, As If God Has Arrived!

Chapter 505: Holding Light, As If My God Descends!

The winged serpent’s massive form hovered in the sky, riding clouds and mist.

Its foul, blood-red forked tongue flickered, chilling the soul.

Zhan Lei and Fourth Uncle Tu were terrified.

“Damn it, am I going to die here today?” Fourth Uncle Tu spat out an old, stale wad of phlegm.

The might of a peak Earth-tier Weapon Master was such that even he and Zhan Lei together were no match.

Just as Zhan Lei and he had tormented Black Crow moments ago, so would the winged serpent torment them now.

“Winged Serpent, before I die, I just want to know—why have you come here?” Fourth Uncle Tu shouted loudly.

He was deeply curious about the winged serpent’s arrival.

For a powerhouse of its level to infiltrate the Ning Kingdom carried immense risk; it might well face a siege from Earth-tier Weapon Masters.

The object Black Crow had handed to the winged serpent also piqued Fourth Uncle Tu’s curiosity. He sensed a conspiracy—could it be aimed at the Ning Kingdom?

A flicker of worry crossed his mind.

“Are you stalling for time?” the winged serpent said, too lazy for idle talk. “In the Central Plains’ Raksha Kingdom, there’s an old saying: villains die from talking too much.”

The winged serpent elder knew well that its actions, in the mouths of the sanctimonious, were deemed villainous.

As its words fell, its body plunged downward with a rush of wind, the gale stinging the eyes.

Zhan Lei hurled her massive steel ball into the air.

But alas, she was nearly two minor realms below the winged serpent elder.

Clang!

The iron ball rang out, recoiling violently, nearly dragging Zhan Lei sideways.

In a single exchange, the outcome was decided.

The two were simply not on the same level!

The winged serpent elder, translated to the Ning Kingdom’s standards, could rank among the top thirty of the Earth List, worthy of being called an Earth List Grandmaster.

Zhan Lei swallowed blood, her face pale.

Fourth Uncle Tu, frantic with worry, could do nothing.

“Young Tu, if you hadn’t schemed against me, only you might have died today. Now… two more will join you,” Black Crow elder said with a sinister chuckle.

Third Young Master Tu was now panicked, fear gripping his heart.

A peak Earth-tier powerhouse—the Tu family had only one such figure, and he had been in seclusion for years, utterly unaware of what was happening here.

“I…” Third Young Master Tu gritted his teeth, feeling the path ahead darken.

At this moment, perhaps only the appearance of that Shen family member could save him.

But that Shen family member, like their own clan’s ancestor, had been in death-seclusion and would never show up.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and in reckless desperation, a light sword appeared in his hand.

Light coalesced, crystalline and translucent, glinting with cold radiance.

“An amusing little trinket,” Black Crow elder remarked, then sneered, “Who would have thought a mere Profound-tier Weapon Master would dare to wield a sword in defiance?”

Third Young Master Tu was beside himself with anxiety, recalling Qi Yuan’s words.

His heart raced.

“Senior, don’t deceive me, don’t deceive me!”

“I want to swagger through the Ning Kingdom!”

“Don’t waste those ten thousand taels of silver!”

He muttered to himself.

But ten thousand taels of silver truly couldn’t hire a peak Earth-tier Weapon Master.

With that thought, he still gritted his teeth and shouted.

“Summon! The God!”

The special ability activated by spending ten thousand taels of silver—may it be real!

This sight made the winged serpent turn its head: “An ant… using its ultimate move?”

Its words dripped with mockery.

Black Crow elder laughed incessantly.

Only Fourth Uncle Tu showed a look of approval: “That’s a true son of the Tu family—keep your spirit, don’t lose face. Cut it with your sword, show them that the men of the Tu family don’t have soft spines!”

Fourth Uncle Tu’s words spurred Third Young Master Tu nearly to charge forward with his sword, only to be killed by a single tail swipe.

Now, Third Young Master Tu gazed at the light sword, his heart full of hope.

But alas, the light remained still, with nothing extraordinary happening.

Could it be… that man had tricked him?

Yet on second thought, ten thousand taels of silver to summon a god’s avatar, three times—such a thing… what fool would believe it?

Despair flooded his heart.

But who would have guessed that at that very moment, the clouds in the sky parted, and a streak of light descended from above.

Before Third Young Master Tu, a cluster of radiance appeared, shining exceptionally bright.

An aura of majesty, holiness, and sanctity filled the air.

The light cluster was not large, only about the size of a person.

It was pure white, its form indistinct, but within it radiated a sacred presence.

The winged serpent elder, Black Crow elder, and everyone else involuntarily fixed their gaze on that luminous mass.

“What is this?” the winged serpent asked warily.

“This light falls from the heavens…” Black Crow hesitated.

Just then, a solemn voice rang out abruptly.

“The world has no light, but behold the god’s descent!”

Boom!

The light shattered in an instant!

A tall figure stepped forth bathed in radiance, his stride steady and swift.

His entire being was forged from light, clad in gleaming armor that blazed like a celestial god descending to earth.

Dragon scales and phoenix feathers interwove upon it, covered in totems.

The brilliance blazed fiercely at times, gentle at others, blending dominance and tenderness.

“It’s real, it’s real!” Third Young Master Tu murmured, his eyes burning with fervor.

"What is this, really?" Black Crow was utterly terrified.

"Playing tricks with ghosts!" Winged Serpent snorted coldly, for he could not see through the suddenly appearing tall figure.

Fourth Uncle Tu and Zhan Lei looked at Third Young Master Tu, their faces full of question marks.

Then Third Young Master Tu rose and shouted at the light: "I summon the divine descent to slay these two evil spirits!"

As his voice fell, the gaze of that light fell upon Winged Serpent and Black Crow.

In that gaze, Winged Serpent saw many things: sanctity, absolute coldness, righteous order.

"You... what the hell are you?" Winged Serpent felt his scalp tingle.

After all, the Moshan Kingdom was a remote corner; even Heaven-grade Imperial Weapon Masters were extremely rare, and this scene before him exceeded his understanding.

Yet, combining it with Third Young Master Tu's words, a terrible guess formed in his mind.

"Divine descent—are you an incarnation of a god?" At this thought, a chill ran down Winged Serpent's spine.

Gods existed only in legends.

It was said that in the Central Land Raksha Kingdom, above the Heaven-grade Imperial Weapon Masters, there existed beings called gods!

But gods were far away from them.

How could this before him... be an incarnation of a god?

Yet at this moment, he had already conceived the thought of retreat.

The treasure was what mattered.

What if this truly was a god's incarnation?

He glanced at Black Crow, and their eyes met.

Both old monsters harbored the same thought.

"Flee!"

Without any hesitation, the two madly dashed toward Kunling Ferry.

Kunling Ferry was difficult to enter; even an Earth-grade peak Imperial Weapon Master could not enter unscathed.

But that did not include those of the Thorn Blood.

Their plan was simple: first take cover in Kunling Ferry, then escape.

The divine light stood silently, without a sound.

It did not pursue, merely watched, as if letting the two flee.

Seeing this, Third Young Master Tu grew puzzled.

"This isn't a defective product, is it? Summoning a phantom... to scare people away?"

Such a thought flashed through his mind.

But then he thought: even if it were fake, it was still impressive enough to frighten off Elder Black Crow and Elder Winged Serpent—a huge gain.

Just then, Fourth Uncle Tu approached, his face full of wonder: "This thing..."

Yet at that moment, sudden changes erupted on all sides.

"As I descend as a god!"

That light uttered a majestic voice.

It was as if countless thousands of believers were calling out.

The form of the light incarnation kept rising.

Three meters, six meters, two zhang, three zhang... finally, it soared to ten zhang!

A terrifying figure over thirty meters tall, holding a sword of immaculate holy light.

Tall, majestic, holy.

Within that sword lay justice, order, and law.

At that moment, a vast and solemn voice also rang out.

"Holding the light, drive away the darkness!"

"If there is injustice, summon my divine descent!"

This voice did not come from the phantom, but seemed to emanate from the sword of light.

Then the terrifying ten-zhang light moved, raising the sword and striking downward!

No frills, no skill—only a mighty strike!

And then... boom!

Within Kunling Ferry, a colossal radiance burst forth.

The earth shook and mountains quaked!

As if dragons and serpents rose from the land!

When the earth unleashes its killing intent, heaven and earth are overturned; when a god unleashes its killing intent, all things wither!

In Kunling Ferry, mist evaporated, water plants snapped, and all miasma and poison seemed shredded by the blow.

The immense energy of the light sword swept through Kunling Ferry, howling across the marsh.

Winged Serpent and Elder Black Crow wore expressions of savage terror.

The fierce sword light engulfed them in an instant.

"Ah... no!"

They let out agonized cries, accompanied by a continuous sizzling sound.

Earth-grade Imperial Weapon Masters had diamond-like indestructible bodies; ordinary blades could not harm them.

But under this fierce sword strike, their indestructible bodies were as fragile as paper, severed in one blow.

The terrifying heat, reaching unknown temperatures, melted and vaporized them.

"Ah!" Elder Black Crow's scream cut off abruptly.

"No!"

Elder Winged Serpent lasted a little longer; in the process of vaporization, one could even see the melting of his scales.

In an instant, two Earth-grade Imperial Weapon Masters fell.

And in Kunling Ferry, the hundreds of spectral spirits raised there were also awakened by this sword.

But as they just woke, they faced this ruthless, blazing strike.

Without even a scream, they all perished, ending their miserable lives.

That divine incarnation, as if drained of all energy by this sword, dissipated into the heavens and earth.

"This... this sword..." Third Young Master Tu was stunned.

"I fear even a legendary Heaven-grade Imperial Weapon Master's sword strike would be no more than this." Zhan Lei, arms crossed over her notably ample chest, sighed in admiration.

A single sword strike slew two Earth-level Imperial Soldier Envoys and hundreds of ghostly spirits—truly... too powerful!

"What's going on?" Tu Fourth Uncle looked at Tu Third Young Master, utterly bewildered.

"This... artifact, I bought it at the Ghost Market for a thousand taels of silver." Tu Third Young Master swallowed hard, not hiding the truth. "The stall owner said that for ten thousand taels, I could activate a special ability called Summon God, which could summon a divine avatar, usable only three times.

I tried it this time... never thought... it actually worked!"

"Ten thousand taels?" Tu Fourth Uncle stared at Tu Third Young Master, suspicion in his eyes. "A thing like that... only you would believe it! If it were me, I'd have split that stall owner with one slash!"

Though he said this, his eyes were full of amazement.

"Ten thousand taels to summon such a terrifying existence... what a steal." Tu Fourth Uncle marveled. "Is that stall owner still at the Ghost Market? Does he have other artifacts?"

"There were two light swords, but at the time... I had no money, so I didn't buy them..." Tu Third Young Master said nervously.

"You wasteful brat!" Tu Fourth Uncle couldn't help cursing, but his eyes gleamed.

Such a terrifying artifact—not to mention ten thousand taels, even a hundred thousand or a million taels would be worth it.

That was an Earth-level peak Imperial Soldier Envoy, shattered with one sword.

The power of that sword strike probably reached the legendary Heaven-level Imperial Soldier Envoy level.

"Ah... my light sword seems damaged... can't use it for now." Tu Third Young Master looked uneasy.

"Summoning such a terrifying avatar requires immense energy; it may need a period of nurturing before it can be used a second time!" Zhan Lei offered her opinion.

Hearing this, Tu Third Young Master breathed a sigh of relief: "I wonder how long the nurturing will take."

"Even if it takes a hundred years to nurture, it's worth it. Even if you die, it can be a clan heirloom!" Tu Fourth Uncle murmured. "Who exactly is that stall owner?"

As he spoke, he looked toward the Kunling Ferry ahead.

"Pity, though this sword strike killed the Winged Serpent and the Black Crow, we still can't enter Kunling Ferry. I wonder what the Black Crow gave the Winged Serpent..."

"Let's go back first, report this matter, and also... go to the Ghost Market!" Tu Fourth Uncle was anxious.

He wished he could go to the Ghost Market immediately to buy the remaining two light swords.

"Let's go!"

The three figures vanished without any hesitation.

On the other side.

Qi Yuan's complexion was pale.

"I've grown stronger, but also weaker."

His face was as white as paper.

His aura was unsteady, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

Just now, Tu Third Young Master had used Summon God.

Qi Yuan performed Ru Wo Shen Lin.

The divine avatar descended and struck a sword that looked very cool.

But that sword strike placed an enormous burden on Qi Yuan.

Now, his vital energy was completely depleted, his essence, energy, and spirit drained.

That sword strike had killed two Earth-level Imperial Soldier Envoys and hundreds of ghostly spirits, also bringing Qi Yuan a massive amount of experience.

He had now jumped about forty levels, reaching level ninety-six.

In other words, he was now an Earth-level initial rank Imperial Soldier Envoy.

That's right, he hadn't passed through Mystic-level; he had jumped directly from Yellow-level to Earth-level, which was especially astonishing.

But this sword strike had also hollowed him out.

For the coming period, he simply couldn't exert the strength of an Earth-level Imperial Soldier Envoy.

"Indeed, hard work is nothing in the face of talent."

Qi Yuan sighed.

He had worked so hard, painstakingly leveling up to over level ninety—how much effort had he put in?

Yet, facing Shen Lin with thirty percent role-playing degree awakened, a single sword strike could kill him.

And Shen Lin, as a divine sword artifact created by Sheng Nu, was a divine artifact.

Born at the very top.

"Holding light, dispelling the darkness.

If there is injustice, summon me, Shen Lin!"

"Is this the expectation Sheng Nu had when creating Shen Lin?"

Qi Yuan pondered.

To role-play Shen Lin, one needed to know Shen Lin's background setting.

That slogan just now was not uttered by Qi Yuan, but called from within Shen Lin's heart.

In Qi Yuan's view, this was the meaning of Shen Lin's existence.

"Alas, cultivation can't compare to role-playing. If the role-playing degree increases a bit more, I could directly summon myself—wouldn't one sword strike kill a Heaven-level Imperial Soldier Envoy?"

"Role-playing only requires acting, but cultivation involves many considerations, like killing ghostly spirits."

"But I'm an adult—I want both!"

"Old man, hurry and carry me to Kunling Ferry. I want to go in and loot the corpses!"

Qi Yuan said to Chen Kangbao beside him.

He was very weak now, could barely walk.

"Young master... this old servant's body..." Chen Kangbao looked troubled.

"It's fine, I've blessed you!" Qi Yuan lied.

Hearing this, Chen Kangbao's face lit up with joy: "Young master, I'm full of energy!"

As he spoke, he hoisted Qi Yuan onto his back and ran toward Kunling Ferry.

His legs moved like the wind—where was the look of a man in his seventies or eighties?

Qi Yuan couldn't help sighing: "I never thought my first mount in this game world would be you, old man. What a pity, what a pity."

Qi Yuan was somewhat disappointed.

For some reason, he always wanted to ride that icy woman.

That thought seemed innate, yet also seemed to arise from his heart.

"Could it be that I'm an old pervert?"

Qi Yuan couldn't help thinking.

He admitted he was lustful, but he wouldn't call himself an old pervert—he was still young!

(End of chapter)