Chapter 1487 - 804: Tai Sha Sword (Double Update Combined)

His mind was set, with no hesitation left.

Hou Kang Sword rang as it was drawn from the sheath, the sword light flared up, Chen Yi's wrist sank, and he thrust a straight and precise strike toward the figures standing hand in hand on the horizontal branch of the ancient pine a hundred steps away.

The True Man Yunzhou, standing on the branch, didn't even fully turn his head, only glanced at the sword light with the corner of his eye. The wrist caught by the White Lotus Saint Mother still didn't move, but his other free hand casually lifted upward.

The True Man Yunzhou and the White Lotus Saint Mother on the horizontal branch, along with the section of branch they stood on, were suddenly lifted and disappeared in front of Chen Yi's eyes, as if pulled away by an invisible giant hand from the scene.

Divine Realm Communication, appearing at will, free and unrestrained... Chen Yi's heart trembled.

The next moment, the main trunk of the century-old ancient pine was cut from the middle, and then the upper half of the tree crown tilted slowly with the sound of wood ripping, collapsing with a thunderous crash under its own weight.

The giant tree toppled, crashing onto the messy square below, raising a cloud of dust, with broken branches and leaves scattering everywhere.

Chen Yi's sword strike missed, but he remained unflustered.

The Heavenly Eye had opened, and his eyes swept with a golden light, scanning every inch within the Liuyun Palace. He knew full well that with the animosity shown by True Man Yunzhou and the White Lotus Saint Mother, they could not have escaped far and must still be nearby, waiting for an opportunity to act.

Indeed.

Just moments after the ancient pine collapsed, Chen Yi suddenly felt a cool sensation on his neck, and then his skin seemed to be pulled upward, as if an invisible hand appeared out of nowhere behind his neck, with five fingers holding nothing, the entire head was slightly lifted by this unseen hand.

Buzz!

A ringing echoed in his ears, giving a momentary feeling of his head and body separating. Chen Yi held the sword horizontally in front, the Sword Intent World instantly unleashed from within, enveloping an area of ten zhang.

The unseen hand suddenly dissipated, and Chen Yi heard a faint "hmm" from somewhere.

With a flick of his wrist, he turned around and extended the sword.

The target of the Sword Qi is a slightly smaller God of Wealth Hall on the west side of Liuyun Palace.

Where the Sword Qi passed, the glazed tiles on the roof, the corbel brackets under the eaves, the vermilion pillars, the thick brick walls... all obstacles in its path crumbled like tofu cut with a hot knife, disintegrating into dust.

Amidst loud crashing sounds, the entire God of Wealth Hall split in two, with the section smooth as a mirror, the upper part of the building gently sliding down and collapsing, raising a larger cloud of dust. The statue of Zhao Gongming holding an ingot inside the hall was hit first, shattering instantly, with gold powder and chunks of clay flying everywhere.

Amidst the billowing dust of the split God of Wealth Hall, a figure seemed to flash by, with an expression of surprise and doubt, seemingly caught off guard by Chen Yi's Sword Intent World.

That world, sealed off the free and unrestrained nature of Divine Realm Communication.

Chen Yi stood with his sword, on the flying eaves of the side hall, his gaze like lightning.

Compared to past opponents, the True Man Yunzhou with Divine Realm Communication before him was undeniably challenging, even more troublesome than the immortals Chen Yi had slain in the past who had long ascended.

The earlier trick of fetching tea from a thousand miles away in a thought, perhaps True Man Yunzhou could escape a thousand miles in a single thought.

What countermeasure could there be?

Trapping them with the Sword Intent World? But, flitting here and there, how could he catch up?

Chen Yi quickly searched his mind, but for a moment could not find a way to secure victory. In the past, he relied on brute strength supplemented by Taoist skills in combat, but now he felt for the first time that his knowledge fell short at a moment of need.

As Chen Yi's mind raced, pondering ways to counter the Divine Realm Communication, a sudden change occurred.

The dust rising from the ruins of the God of Wealth Hall had not yet settled when, a dozen zhang away, the corner of a gray hemp robe flashed, and the figure of the White Lotus Saint Mother appeared subtly.

She still wore that worn bamboo hat, her half-old half-young face flickering between light and shadow, making an assertive move.

She reached out her right hand flatly toward Chen Yi's direction, fingers spread out, then suddenly clenched inward.

Chen Yi's pupils slightly contracted, from the view of the Heavenly Eye, the Sword Intent World surrounding him shook violently, the world was dyed a virtual white by this eerie force, and was pressingly contracting inward ever so slightly, flickering unsteadily.

More strangely, the eaves he stood on and the clumps of climbing ivy below the eaves that stubbornly held onto a few yellow leaves in late autumn, at that moment, visibly lost moisture, their whole bodies withering and drying up, eventually falling.

Their life force was corroded away in an instant.

Chen Yi had seen the methods of the White Lotus Sect before, so the sight didn't surprise him much; it was just that the White Lotus Saint Mother was much more troublesome than the previous foes from the White Lotus Sect, and they also had a tactic of Summoning God, which the Blind Arrow utilized before.

This White Lotus Saint Mother, as the chief of a sect, held a Second Rank Realm.

With rapid contamination, Chen Yi felt his whole body sink, movement slightly stifled, but with his rich combat experience, he knew he could not allow the opponent to continue. A flash of fierce intent in his eyes, he stomped heavily on the tiles with the tip of his foot.

The tiles shattered, his body shot out like an arrow released from a string, advancing instead of retreating, rushing toward the White Lotus Saint Mother, the Hou Kang Sword in his hand trailing a bleak black light, even before he arrived, the Sword Intent surged forth like a tide, the Sword Intent World suddenly descending.

The Sword Qi raged, sweeping toward the White Lotus Saint Mother.

On the White Lotus Saint Mother's half-old half-young face, there was not a hint of panic, and at the next moment, Chen Yi sensed someone appearing behind him.

Forced it out.

Chen Yi slightly raised his fingertip.

On a carriage a dozen miles away, the Sword Box abruptly opened, then a streak of blood-red sword light shot through the carriage, heading towards Liuyun Palace.