Chapter 116: Wireless Flying Sword

Chapter 116: Wireless Flying Sword

Li Jun's pure flesh and blood absolutely must not be damaged!

Whoever damages it, dies!

This was the sole thought in Yu Kou's mind at this moment.

Ever since obtaining that secret manual on cultivating the 'Sword Immortal' path within the Qingcheng Group's Grotto-Heaven, Yu Kou had been secretly nurturing many seedlings of the Martial Dao Sequence.

Li Jun was not the first Embroidered Uniform Guard informant he had developed, but he was currently the Martial Dao Sequence with the most hope of advancing to a Sequence Seven Solitary Man.

According to the requirements of that secret manual, to step onto that 'Sword Immortal' path—reputed to be invincible within the same sequence, even capable of challenging those a sequence higher—he had to obtain the body of a Martial Sequence Seven Solitary Man.

And it had to be a young Solitary Man with fresh flesh and active genes.

Only by meeting these conditions could he simultaneously grasp the genes of two sequences after the seizure, and utilize the Martial Dao Sequence's unique tyrannical physique and internal energy to nourish his Dao Foundation.

So Li Jun's consciousness could die, but his body absolutely could not be lost!

Now, Chu Yao had deployed a genetic toxin intending to ruin Li Jun's pure flesh and blood; this was undoubtedly touching Yu Kou's reverse scale.

With rage attacking his heart, this genuine Dao Sequence Eight peak powerhouse unhesitatingly unleashed his trump card.

The flying sword hung in the air, dazzling light hooding the crown. Wind rose and rolled, sword shadows crisscrossed.

Disturbed airflow passed through the specialized hollow cavity at the end of the sword hilt, emitting a sharp, piercing whistle that unsettled the mind.

Strange lights and shadows jumped on the blade, thin as a cicada's wing; none who saw it escaped a dizzying stupor.

Sao Hong, Chu Yao, including Li Jun—at this moment, all three pairs of eyes were hollow and empty.

Their vision, hearing, and other senses were entirely absorbed by this horizontally soaring flying sword; they completely forgot where they were, what they should do.

Hum.

The frantic Dharma Ruler pressed against Li Jun's heart, trembling at high speed, forming a special frequency that isolated all the strangeness attached to that flying sword.

All illusions before Li Jun's eyes instantly shattered inch by inch like a glass mirror, revealing that true, real world.

The suddenly accelerating blood flow caused Li Jun's pupils to contract to pinpricks; his whole body's senses were elevated to the limit, the scene before his eyes beginning to play back frame by frame in slow motion.

First breath.

The flying sword drew a smooth arc in mid-air, dragging a cyan tail flame as it stabbed toward Chu Yao's glabella.

That ferocious, savage beauty-beast was utterly unaware the killing intent had arrived, still rolling its fierce eyes, its hideous maw agape, seeking a target to bite down on.

Plop.

A drop of fragrant saliva slid down a sharp fang, falling and shattering on the cold, hard ground.

Snow-white, delicate bionic skin split open into a tiny cavity before the sword tip; cracks spread from the cavity, and wherever they passed, flesh and blood rolled back, blooming a bewitching flower of gore.

The tail flame was brilliant, driving the sharp edge to continue advancing, crashing into a metal frontal bone flashing with gloomy cold light.

Dazzling sparks sputtered at the collision point; countless shattered, minute metal fragments were flung into the air.

Only now did Chu Yao belatedly realize; boundless terror suddenly surfaced in her eyes, the uvula deep in her beast mouth trembling violently.

She was condensing that sonic wave to blast Li Jun away.

But the flying sword gave her not a shred of chance to vocalize; it pierced through the skull and continued downward, smashing through obstacles along the way, until it churned that mechanical core into dust.

The red light in her pupils faded; Chu Yao, her red robe in tatters, knelt on the ground. That exquisitely crafted naked body was covered in horrifying sword wounds and scars.

Second breath.

The flying sword burst out from the scattered mechanical body parts, carrying a tyrannical, murderous intent, heading straight for Sao Hong's chest.

Chu Yao's miserable death seemed to awaken this red-clad slave from her stupor; her mechanical core, instantly pushed to its limit, pumped like a drum, heaving the woman's proud peaks, momentarily heart-stirring.

Simultaneously, that bewitchingly beautiful face began to change.

The jaw sharpened, the corners of the eyes stretched, the nose and mouth protruded.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the beauty had become a fox face.

A fox's cry rose, heart-rending.

Third breath.

A trace of disdainful amusement hooked the corners of Yu Kou's grim face; his right hand joined fingers like a sword, pointing lightly forward at Sao Hong.

"Edict."

The tail flame shifted from cyan to pale blue, piercing through the spreading sonic ripples in a near-tyrannical posture, ignoring those tearful, fluttering eyes, entering directly through the fox's mouth.

Clang!

All vocalization devices in Sao Hong's throat were instantly destroyed; the right to even scream was stripped away, naturally leaving no chance to beg for mercy.

She could only watch helplessly as the flying sword pried open her own throat, sliced open her snow-white chest, and bisected her entire upper body.

Accompanying the 'White Fox' mechanical core of the Liaozhai Series being split in two, the frozen frame before Li Jun's eyes finally ceased to stagnate.

Hiss!

The flying sword hovered an inch before Li Jun's glabella; the spraying tail flame carried a pressing wave of heat.

The furious flood dragon in his heart was already poised to pounce; the genetic copper lock also rang with a clanging resonance.

With the Legalist Dharma Ruler on his person, shielding him from the interference of the lights and sounds attached to the flying sword, Li Jun was confident he could dodge this assassination.

However, he knew clearly in his heart that this sword would definitely not stab down.

This Daoist hyena, with nothing but greed left in his heart, how could he possibly give up the Sword Immortal opportunity right before his eyes?

"Are you not afraid of death?"

"Of course I am."

"Then why don't you dodge?"

"I cannot dodge the Adult's sword, and there is no need to dodge."

"Why?"

"The Adult struck to save a subordinate's life; a life-saving sword, naturally needs no dodging."

"Sincere?"

"Can be attested by the sun and moon!"

"Grateful and repaying kindness?"

"Without hesitation!"

"Good! Worthy of a Pao Ge brother!"

The sword shadow reversed, sinking back into the brocade wide sleeve.

"Break that wireless flying sword, and Yu Kou should have no power to fight back. As long as I can get close."

Li Jun walked in the dim alleyway, suddenly raising a hand to press against the hidden pocket at his chest.

From the uneven tactile sensation transmitted from his fingertips, he could feel that the Dharma Ruler had gained a few more shallow cracks.

Judging by this state, the Dharma Ruler Le Zhong gave him probably could only be used one more time.

“Enough! I’ll butcher this dead fatty in one go!”

Deep in the alleyway, Yu Kou stared at the slowly vanishing figure, then turned his gaze to the shattered mechanism bones and parts littering the ground, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold arc.

“Was it you borrowing a knife to kill, trying to probe Daoist Ye’s depths, seeking a chance to devour your master? Or was it purely an unforeseen accident?”

Yu Kou stroked his chin, pondering for a long while before shaking his head, muttering to himself.

“Doesn’t seem like it. Judging by his reaction, it shouldn’t have been a deliberate setup. This warrior who possesses nothing but guts probably lacks the meticulous mind for such scheming.”

“Count him lucky—stumbling blindly into making Daoist Ye block a tribulation for him.”

Yu Kou suddenly let out a cold snort, his face twisting into a savage grimace. “But the Wu clan deserves death all the same, daring to move against Daoist Ye’s chance to achieve Sword Immortality. If the substituted target hadn’t been set on the Gu clan, Daoist Ye would have driven the lot of you out of Chengdu Prefecture as well!”

“But delay breeds variables. I must force Li Jun into the Jing She and strip away his consciousness posthaste.”

A look of anticipation bloomed on Yu Kou’s face. “A ‘half-dead, half-alive’ lone tyrant—that is the perfect cauldron!”