[Fantasy] Gods and Demons Among Flowers (Complete) - 25

Chapter 134 of the Chronicles of Wind and Cloud: The Hundred Swords of Divine Speed, Dorrant.

"Hubert, how's the plan against the Hain family going?" I asked with a smile, leisurely sitting in the secret room, sipping fragrant tea.

"Reporting to Young Master, everything is progressing very smoothly. All the important members of the Hain family are now holed up at home, probably terrified by our assassination attempt," Hubert said with a smile.

"Hmm, well done. It's time to meet them." I put down my teacup, a glint of light flashing in my eyes, and said calmly.

"Young Master, are you going to personally take action?" Alaska asked in surprise.

"Hehe, how could I miss such a fun game? Besides, I've heard that one of their ancestors possessed martial arts skills beyond compare, reaching a divine level. I've recently had some practice, and sparring with someone of such profound skill would be quite nice!" I chuckled.

“I know the ancestor you mentioned, Young Master. He was a contemporary of my grandmaster over two hundred years ago, one of the top ten masters of his time, known as ‘The Hundred-Sword Master’ Dorrant. It’s said that his swordsmanship was unmatched in his time, and now, after years of seclusion, his skills have only improved even more!” Hubert said with some concern.

“Ha, it’s not easy for a human to live to be over two hundred years old!” I exclaimed.

“Yes, the reason ‘The Hundred-Sword Master’ Dorrant has been able to live so long is because the Sword God favors him!” Hubert explained.

“Oh, when did the Sword God Sogo start developing his influence in the mortal realm?” I muttered under my breath.

“Ah, what are you saying, Young Master?” Hubert asked, noticing my muttering.

“Ah… oh… nothing, please continue!” I straightened my expression and chuckled.

"The 'Divine Swordsman' Dorrant once challenged my grandmaster. My master said they fought for three days and three nights, and my grandmaster finally defeated him on the 1001st move, thus earning the title of 'Overlord God,' the second-best in the world!" Hubert recalled with admiration.

"To be able to fight your grandmaster to a standstill, he must be no ordinary person!" I replied with a smile. "It seems that choosing to meet him is a wise decision!"

"Young Master, I think you shouldn't go. With Alaska and my current skills, we are more than capable of dealing with the Hayne family." Hubert couldn't help but worry when he heard that I was determined to fight "Divine Swordsman" Dorrant. Although Alaska had told him how powerful I was, he still had some doubts.

"You are indeed more than capable of dealing with the Hayne family, but that 'Divine Swordsman' has roamed freely for over two hundred years. Do you really think you can defeat him now with your newly advanced skills?" Seeing the flicker in his eyes, I couldn't help but challenge him.

"I..." Hubert hesitated, ultimately unable to utter a word. At this moment, Alaska, who had been watching from the side, walked over and patted him on the shoulder, giving him a reassuring look that calmed his somewhat agitated heart.

"Alright, you don't need to act anymore. I'm definitely playing this game." I picked up the fragrant tea on the table, took a small sip, and said calmly. On

July 25th, Magic Calendar 386, another shocking piece of news shook the entire Magic Martial Continent. The Hain family, renowned throughout the continent, seemed to have offended some dark force, forcing them all to cower in their own territory. What kind of force could have frightened the Hain family so much? Although a delicate balance was maintained on the surface among the various families, undercurrents were surging, and a dark cloud was gathering towards the Hain family's territory.

"Patriarch, are we just going to sit here and wait to die?" a family member asked Harley.

Harley, seated in the lobby, didn't directly answer the question. Instead, he asked, "The enemy is in the shadows, we are in the light. If you want to go out and die, don't say I didn't warn you!" Harley loathed these people in the family—profit-driven, greedy, and utterly cowardly. If it weren't for the support of the elders, he would have expelled them from the family long ago. Back then, when he was weak and alone, if it weren't for his son's favor with the patriarch, he would probably have died at the hands of these heartless old men. "A bunch of cowardly cowards," Harley thought bitterly.

"But..." The member hesitated, seemingly unable to refute him, and remained silent.

"Anyway, if you want to go out and die, I won't stop you!" Harley tapped the table lightly and said calmly.

Hearing Harley's subtle yet firm words, the member lowered his head and remained silent.

It was another quiet night. A few crows flew across the night sky, their mournful cries echoing through the air, adding a touch of melancholy to the night. The Hain family's residence, which dominated the entire city, was brightly lit. Two lifelike stone lions stood guard at the imposing gate, displaying their majestic presence, while two magical lanterns hung from the eaves, their dim light adding a touch of eeriness to the grand family residence.

Suddenly, a dark shadow leaped across the night sky, swift as an eagle and as fast as a leopard, disappearing into the distance in the blink of an eye, demonstrating its incredible speed. This one figure disappearing into the deep woods was one thing, but the series of figures that followed were puzzling. What were these men in black doing, all heading towards the Hain family's residence?

"Young Master, there's someone hiding to the left and right of the main gate, and in the hidden chambers of the walled tower. Should we deal with them?" A low whisper drifted through the night.

"Eliminate all the sentries stationed at the Hayin family's base!" My calm voice echoed through the night sky.

"Yes, sir!" Several black figures quickly darted off in different directions, silently flying towards their designated targets. After a few subtle sounds, the cawing of crows came from the opposite side, indicating the mission was complete.

"Good, well done! Now, let's begin our first plan: full-scale attack! Mages, prepare your magic!" My joyful voice commanded from mid-air.

Soon, multicolored lights illuminated the sky, enveloping groups of mages in magic robes. Chanting filled the air, and the sky above the base underwent a dramatic change. First, a fiery red cloud churned and rolled towards the base, then a black cloud gathered beside it. The fiery red cloud then began to writhe, and countless crimson fireballs, the size of washbasins, rained down upon the base. Then, the surrounding dark clouds reacted as well. The clouds contracted briefly, then suddenly expanded, and a bolt of lightning as thick as a child's arm struck down, blasting the tallest building on the outpost into dust. Another bolt of lightning followed, accompanied by a hail of ice spikes the size of small mountains falling from the clouds. In an instant, fireballs, lightning bolts, and icebergs rained down on the outpost. Once these things landed, I thought the Hain family's outpost would be reduced to ruins. However, as one of the most famous families on the continent, it would be unreasonable to say they had no defensive capabilities. Just as the lightning, ice spikes, and fireballs were about to strike, an invisible barrier seemed to block them, instantly annihilating them.

"Heh, it's actually the King of Barriers—Ultimate Defense. It seems Sword God Soga has given this family quite a few benefits!" I chuckled from the side.

"Young Master, the area above that encampment is actually equipped with ultimate defenses. We archmages simply can't break through," said Gato, the acting leader of the archmage corps, helplessly.

"Hmph, we knew they had such defenses, but these won't stop us. Gato, use the compound magic you comprehended the other day. Ultimate defenses might be able to withstand a single forbidden spell, but they might not be able to withstand double, triple, or quadruple forbidden spells!" I said with a sinister smile.

"Yes, young master!" Gado turned around and addressed the two hundred members behind him, "Today is the perfect opportunity for our 'Crush' Magisters to show our might for the first time! Comrades, unleash your most powerful moves—Wind and Thunder—to crush everything the enemy has to offer, let them know our might! Attack!" Gado raised his right fist and roared.

"Pure clouds from the heavens above, dark hell thunder from the depths of hell, azure ice from another dimension, the fiercest winds from nature—show your most powerful moves! Tear apart all obstacles with your sharp claws! Wind and Thunder!" The two hundred members chanting in unison were incredibly imposing, incredibly sharp and moving. What could possibly stop their unstoppable momentum?

At that moment, a black hole suddenly appeared out of nowhere above the Hain family's territory, like a terrifying beast opening its jaws to devour everything beneath it. Suddenly, several black lightning bolts, each as thick as a child's arm, shot out from the black hole and struck the protective shield. The transparent shield trembled slightly, showing a faint sign of dissipation. This made me marvel at the immense power of the Dark Netherworld Lightning unleashed by two hundred mages.

Just then, a stream of blue icy energy suddenly spewed out from the black hole. This icy energy was incredibly destructive; it even froze the ultimate energy defense. The blue icy energy reached a single point on the ultimate defense and froze it at an incredible speed. Then, it spread outwards from that point, instantly creating a blue crystal shield in everyone's sight. This was the power of the blue icy energy; the ultimate defense would shatter instantly at the slightest touch. We could think of this, and the Hain family, our enemies, naturally understood this characteristic.

"Master, something terrible has happened! Our clan's protective shield—the Ultimate Defense—has been frozen by an unknown substance!" A retainer rushed in, panicking.

"Ah, is that so? Let's go take a look!" Harley led the group to the edge where the Ultimate Defense was set up. Sure enough, they found that the originally transparent shield had been frozen into a bluish-green substance.

"What kind of substance is this? How can it freeze an energy-based shield?" Harley searched his memory, trying to find the source of this blue icy energy.

At that moment, a curious retainer couldn't contain his curiosity and reached for the shield. Just as his hand was about to touch it, the anxious voice of the clan's ancestor, Dorrant, came from afar: "Don't touch that shield! That's blue icy energy from another dimension!" But it was too late; the retainer had already touched the shield. In that instant—yes, in that split second—the retainer's body was rapidly covered by the blue icy energy, quickly turning him into a blue ice statue. A thin breeze blew by, and with a few crackling sounds, the blue ice figure instantly turned into pieces of ice, then into tiny fragments, sublimating as it fell.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd; to annihilate a person in an instant, how chilling was this blue ice aura?

Faced with such powerful blue ice aura, how did the Hain family manage to break free?

Chapter 135 of the Stormy Era: The Process of Death (Part 1)

"Alas, we're still a step too late!" Dorrant's face showed a hint of sadness as he appeared before everyone in an instant.

"Ancestor, what exactly happened? This blue ice aura is so powerful!" Harley, still reeling from the shock, asked, suppressing his fear.

"Blue Abyssal Ice Qi is arguably the most powerful ice qi in the world. Its coldness can freeze a person's heart almost instantly. You just saw it; a mere gust of wind blew by, and a life was lost. It's said that Blue Abyssal Ice Qi can even freeze gods, which shows its power. I never imagined that someone in the human realm could actually summon Blue Abyssal Ice Qi. This would require at least a hundred mages of the Archmage level or higher to cast their spells together. But how many Archmage level or higher mages are there on the entire continent these days?" Dorrant said solemnly.

"Ah?!" Harley and the others stared at Dorrant in disbelief, unable to utter a single word. A hundred mages of the Archmage level or higher—what a powerful force that is! Who could possibly summon so many mages?

"Ancestor, these hundred Archmages are incredibly powerful; they could completely destroy a small country!" Harley gasped in astonishment.

"That's why I said if such a force appeared in the human realm, the world would be in chaos!" A hint of worry appeared on Dorrant's usually calm face. These were all old monsters, over two hundred years old, having tasted the bitterness and sweetness of life. How could they not know the scraggles of these younger generations? He simply couldn't bear to reprimand them, so he turned a blind eye, letting them cause trouble. But now…

“Oh no! The ultimate defense is about to collapse! We must stop it quickly!” Dorrant's eyes glanced at the top of the blue shield, his face filled with alarm.

“But… Ancestor, you just said that this Blue Abyss Ice Qi can even freeze gods. What method do we have to stop it!” Harley had never been so dejected. Even when facing members of the Fok royal family, he was arrogant, because he had the support of his ancestor. But now, even his ancestor was helpless; how could he possibly stop the spread of this Blue Abyss Ice Qi? Still relying on his bare hands? How could that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, with soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions closely resemble female anatomy, providing a more realistic experience... The sensation is irresistible! Click to enter.

Dorrant's brain raced, searching for a way to stop the spread of the Blue Abyss Ice Qi, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find an effective solution. Just as he was searching in vain, a strange image suddenly appeared in a shadowy place in his mind, and a familiar feeling surfaced in his heart. Suddenly, his hand unconsciously touched a soft sword at his waist. A strange protrusion on the hilt made his heart flutter.

From birth to now, for over two hundred years, this soft sword had silently accompanied him, growing with him as he grew. Legend has it that at his birth, the entire room was filled with golden light, and golden lotus swords swirled around him. A miniature version of this soft sword was embedded in his left arm, and then the lotus swords gradually shrank into the sword itself, with a sword-shaped lotus carved into the blade. Since this extraordinary phenomenon, his parents believed he was a reincarnation of a lucky star, and indeed, through the accumulation of their ancestors and the efforts of several generations, they finally became one of the most prestigious families on the Magic Martial Continent. He did not disappoint his ancestors' love, and was blessed with good fortune. Even in his childhood, he gained the appreciation of the Sword God, who took him as a disciple and taught him divine techniques not belonging to the human realm—techniques he only learned later. With the Sword God's help, he gained immortality, and his family flourished like never before. But today, a great danger lies before him: if this calamity cannot be resolved, the Hain family will perish in time.

Why did he feel a sudden flutter in his heart when his hand touched that tiny protrusion on the hilt of the sword, and why did a faint sense of intimacy bring him peace? Because a message emanated from the hilt, telling him how to eliminate the blue, icy aura. Good heavens, a person and a sword could communicate, and the sword was in control—could this sword have gained a life of its own?

Dorrant reached his left hand to his waist and lightly slashed outwards. A flash of cold light appeared in everyone's eyes, revealing a small, sharp silver sword. The sword was about three feet long, and as he drew it, the blade swayed gently. Despite this, the soft sword lacked the suppleness of a typical soft sword, allowing itself to be struck freely in the air. On the swaying blade, just two inches from the hilt, a budding lotus flower was faintly visible. Several silver dragons were engraved on the hilt, intertwined and chasing the shimmering pearl that Dorrant had touched earlier. Throughout his life, he had fought countless battles, always wielding this lotus sword to victory. But as he grew, the lotus sword grew with him, and even now, he couldn't understand what it held, just like the shimmering pearl he had touched earlier.

"Ancestor, this... the ultimate defense is about to give way! Let's retreat to the main hall and talk about it later!" Harley cried anxiously from the side.

"Wait," Dorrant murmured, then spread his hands, holding the lotus sword high above his head, silently reciting that familiar yet unfamiliar language, praying for a miracle to protect the entire tribe and help them overcome this crisis.

Harley and the tribespeople stared in astonishment at their most respected ancestor. They never expected their ancestor to make such a mistake at this moment. Could a sword really carry them out of danger? Even Harley didn't agree with this idea.

But a miracle seemed to have truly occurred. As Dorrant uttered the unfamiliar language, the lotus sword shone with silver light, gradually detaching from his hand and stopping about half a meter away. The change didn't end there. A series of resounding dragon roars rang in everyone's ears. The silver dragon carved on the hilt seemed to come alive, breaking free from the sword's restraints, flying, swirling, and circling around the lotus sword. Just then, the luminous pearl embedded in the sword hilt suddenly lit up, breaking free from its restraints and flying above the lotus sword. For some unknown reason, as soon as the pearl arrived above the lotus sword, the dragons swirling around it let out mournful cries, and in their resentment, were sucked into the lit pearl.

After absorbing the dragons, the pearl rapidly ascended, instantly embedding itself in the center of the ultimate defense. Everyone stared in disbelief at the pearl spinning high in the sky. Under the onslaught of the azure icy energy, it…it was unharmed! This azure icy energy, capable of freezing even gods, couldn't harm it. Could it also be a divine object?

Amidst everyone's bewilderment, the spinning pearl suddenly emitted streaks of silver light, adding color to the silent night sky. From within that silver light, resounding dragon roars echoed among the crowd, even I, watching from outside the protective barrier, was greatly astonished.

"I didn't expect Sword God Soga to have invested so much in him, even giving him his treasured Dragon Soul Pearl!" I chuckled, slightly moved.

At that moment, from the gleaming silver light, several enormous dragons flew out from the Dragon Soul Pearl, ignoring the ultimate defense and the Blue Abyss Ice Qi, and began to melt away, quickly disappearing without a trace. The ultimate defense returned to normal, but now it had lost its ability to defend against powerful enemies; it was like a useless trinket, neither useful nor worth keeping. Even a gust of wind could make the protective shield tremble.

"Everyone, get ready! Begin our second attack! Wrath of the Winged Winds!" Seeing the Blue Abyss Ice Qi broken, Gadot wasn't discouraged. Instead, he calmly directed the Archmage Corps to launch their second attack.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" A howling wind suddenly echoed from the deep black hole, a powerful suction tearing at everything below the entrance. The utterly defenseless ultimate defense began to crack under the tearing force, finally ending its brief mission with the appearance of a tornado. The wind continued to howl, and the tornado, after its appearance, rapidly intensified, wreaking havoc across the Hain family's territory. Many buildings were reduced to dust by the tornado's attack. In that instant, the people protected by the Dragon Soul Pearl watched in stunned silence as the tornado destroyed everything they had painstakingly built. Some members nearly collapsed at that moment. A lifetime of hard work, only to end up with nothing—who could understand the stark contrast?

"No...no...don't!" Many members wept, painfully watching the tornado reduce their life's hope—the treasure vault—to dust. They couldn't help but kneel down, crying out, "Heavens, what did we do wrong to attract such a powerful enemy?"

"Oh no! This tornado is heading straight for us!" One member, no longer caring about the lost treasure, focused on saving his life. So, seeing the tornado approaching, he cried out in alarm.

"Hmph, this little tornado is no problem for me, Harley!" Harley sneered. Although the base was destroyed, he had already taken precautions to prevent this from happening again.

"Little Lei, don't be careless. This is no ordinary wind; it's nature's most ferocious winged wind!" Dorrant warned from the side.

"Huh?!" Harley hesitated for a moment. Should he face the winged wind?

Just then, the tornado began to transform. The transformed winged wind would be even more ferocious. How would Dorrant deal with the more intense attack of the winged wind?

Chapter 136 of the Wind and Cloud Chronicle: The Process of Death (Part Two)

Just as the winged wind was about to reach the protective shield set up by the Dragon Soul Pearl, it suddenly stopped moving, which surprised even Dorrant. However, they soon found out that the winged wind was transforming into an object.

From the upper part of the winged wind, two swirling wind arms extended, while almost simultaneously, two wind legs emerged from the lower part. Then, with a "whoosh," a head made of wind appeared before everyone—a wind giant, its hundred-meter-tall body looking down upon the tiny, ant-like humans below.

The men of the Hain family were all tough men; they were not intimidated by the wind giant's size. Instead, they straightened their chests, preparing to meet the wind giant's aerial attack.

Seemingly sensing the Hain family's contempt, the wind giant let out a "ah!" and unleashed a wind blade with its left hand, slashing down at Halley. The guards, who had been on high alert, were preparing to protect their master with all their might when they heard Dorrant's calm voice: "This little thing is best left to the Dragon Soul Pearl!"

Sure enough, as the wind blade flew towards the protective barrier within the Dragon Soul Pearl, a giant silver dragon emerged from the pearl, swallowed the wind blade, circled the pearl once, and then retreated back inside.

"Hmm!" The wind giant also noticed this. To him, a pearl the size of a grain of rice concealed a divine dragon, which piqued his curiosity. So, he sent a wind blade from his right hand toward the Dragon Soul Pearl. Just like before, a huge dragon head emerged from the pearl and swallowed the wind blade again.

Seeing the wind blade swallowed by the dragon, the wind giant actually chuckled. Like a tireless child, he continuously unleashed wind blades, countless blades attacking the center of the target—the Dragon Soul Pearl.

"Ancestor, look! That wind giant is unleashing so many wind blades at the Dragon Soul Pearl!" a family member cried anxiously.

"Don't worry, if the Dragon Soul Pearl can't withstand such an attack, it wouldn't be a divine object!" Dorrant looked up at the sky and said calmly. In truth, he was just as anxious. Ever since he uttered that mysterious incantation, the lotus sword had been out of his control. The Dragon Soul Pearl's defenses were activated through the lotus sword, and he was completely clueless about how to use it. However, to reassure his family members, he could only say this.

As expected, the Dragon Soul Pearl lived up to his expectations. Countless divine dragons emerged from it, meeting the oncoming swarm of wind blades. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" A series of explosions rang out in mid-air. The dragons actually collided with the wind blades, causing explosions. It seemed these dragons were also energy entities. Some wind blades didn't directly collide with the dragons, but instead, while the dragons were devouring other wind blades, one of them slashed open the dragon's neck with a whoosh, leaving the dragon hanging in mid-air. However, before the wind blades could launch a second attack, a giant maw swallowed them whole, fulfilling its mission.

Such scenes played out repeatedly in mid-air, the two energies locked in a stalemate, neither gaining the upper hand. However, the Dragon Soul Pearl seemed unwilling to accept this outcome. It emitted a silver light, which enveloped the gathering point of the wind blades. Soon, the onlookers saw the wind blades seem to lose their power, being devoured by the silver dragons. The first round of attacks ended in failure for the wind giants.

“Oh, great, great!” Biles exclaimed happily from the side.

“It’s too early to be happy. Look, the Wind Giant’s second attack has begun!” Dorrant glanced at her and said calmly.

Just as Dorrant said, the Wind Giant hadn’t expected that the tiny pearl would actually swallow his prized Winged Wind Blade. This enraged him greatly. To punish the Dragon Soul Pearl for its provocation, he opened his massive maw, and a powerful tornado swept towards the Dragon Soul Pearl. The intense tearing force made even those protected by the Dragon Soul Pearl feel lightheaded, as if they were about to float away.

“Everyone be careful! This is the unique pulling force of the Winged Wind that ignores barriers. You must focus your energy, stand firmly on your feet, and shift your weight to your ground to avoid being swept away by the Winged Wind!” Dorrant shouted at the panicked crowd.

After hearing Dorrant's reminder, everyone followed his advice and it proved quite effective. However, there were always some people in the family who were utterly powerless, and Biles belonged to this category. She only felt her body becoming lighter and lighter, and the distance between her and Harley was slowly increasing. Looking down, she discovered that her feet had unknowingly left the ground, and the enormous pulling force from above terrified her.

"Master, Master, help... I don't want to die! I want to see our children achieve great things! I don't want to die!" Biles cried out in terror in mid-air.

Perhaps God didn't want to accept this poor, good person, because just as she was about to face death, a sudden hand grabbed her rising feet and pulled her back from the brink of death.

"Master!" Biles choked out, her face still showing the terror of facing death.

"Alright, don't worry, you'll be fine with me here!" After all, they had been married for twenty years, and he didn't want his wife to disappear before his eyes.

"Master, you scared me to death just now?!" Biles wouldn't let go of Harley's arm now; she didn't want to go to hell again.

"It's alright, it's alright now!" Harley comforted Biles with a wry smile, because he realized there were many people in the family like her, sucked into the bottomless abyss by the powerful winged winds, disappearing without a trace amidst screams.

Watching more and more people being sucked into the tornado, Harley could only pin his hopes on the dazzling Dragon Soul Pearl. Sure enough, the Dragon Soul Pearl did not disappoint him and everyone else, once again displaying its powerful might. A resounding dragon roar echoed from mid-air, and a hundred-meter-long divine dragon emerged from the pearl. With lightning speed, it opened its massive jaws and bit down on the wind giant's head in one fell swoop. Ignoring the fierce tornado, it bit off the wind giant's head and swallowed it whole.

The wind giant, its head bitten off, finally began to completely collapse at this stage. The tornado, out of control, dissipated into the air in an instant, and the wind giant vanished with a final, unwilling cry. Everything returned to calm. If it weren't for the chaotic buildings and collapsed walls on the ground, who would believe that what had just happened was a dream?

"The Dragon Soul Pearl truly lives up to its reputation as a divine artifact; it absorbed the Winged Wind so powerfully. However, you'll see an even more exciting show in the upcoming battle. Let's wait and see!" A cold smile flashed across my lips as I signaled to Jia Duo to proceed with the next step.

"Teammates, today let's unleash our strongest attacks to bombard this so-called divine artifact, the Dragon Soul Pearl! Four Directions in Response!" With the chanting of two hundred mages, the deep black hole above the Nahain family's territory underwent another dramatic change. The black hole writhed gently, then instantly split into four. To the astonishment of Harley and the others, several thick bolts of dark Netherworld Lightning, azure ice energy, and winged winds shot forth from three of the black holes. From the fourth black hole emerged a white cloud, a drifting, ethereal cloud. There was

no time for Harley and the others to be surprised, for the Netherworld Lightning bolts were already attacking the Dragon Soul Pearl. However, divine dragons emerged from the Dragon Soul Pearl, blocking the attacks. The two incredibly powerful energies exploded violently in the air, the resulting blinding light plunging everyone into a white haze. Despite this, our attack didn't stop. The azure icy energy swooped down, enveloping the Dragon Soul Pearl and quickly freezing it, turning its originally white body a deep blue. However, the Dragon Soul Pearl was no pushover. Suddenly, a milky white light burst forth from its azure surface, and the azure icy energy, as if encountering its natural enemy, was melted away under the milky white light. Seeing the Dragon Soul Pearl easily dissolve

the azure icy energy, Harley and the others, who had been tense, couldn't help but laugh. But before they could rejoice, the Winged Wind once again exerted its powerful pulling force, attempting to tear apart the protective shield around them. However, having learned from their previous tactics, a silver dragon emerged directly from the Dragon Soul Pearl and swallowed the Winged Wind whole.

Was it finally over? But why did a heavy weight still press down on everyone's hearts? Because in that instant, they saw the gently drifting white clouds slowly descending, their target the Dragon Soul Pearl. What exactly is this seemingly harmless "white cloud" that instilled such a heavy feeling in everyone's hearts? Even Dorrant felt a profound sense of unease, a deep, oppressive heaviness. Was all this caused by this "white cloud"? What power does this "white cloud" possess that could change this dire situation? Let's wait and see!

Chapter 137 of the Storm Riders: The Process of Death (Part 3)

Is it all over? Certainly not. The seemingly harmless "white cloud" was slowly descending, and the Dragon Soul Pearl seemed oblivious to the threat it posed, letting it fall unchecked. Suddenly, this seemingly slow-moving white cloud hurtled towards the Dragon Soul Pearl. Just as the "white cloud" was about to touch the Dragon Soul Pearl and the Pearl was about to react, the color of the "white cloud" gradually faded, quickly dissipating into the air.

That's it!? Harley and his people stared in astonishment at the sky. This "white cloud's" attack was just like that? This was completely opposite to the previous three attacks. Could it be a mistake by those outside? All of this was impossible, because the "white cloud" had already exerted its maximum effect.

The four black holes in the sky underwent another change, slowly approaching each other and then merging into a single giant black hole. Soon, a tornado flew out of that giant black hole. As it left the black hole, the tornado rapidly expanded, quickly forming a giant tornado hundreds of meters high. Some might doubt that this tornado was any different from the previous ones, but what followed made it clear that it was completely different. Within the raging tornado, a hint of blue gradually spread throughout the entire tornado, quickly turning the colorless tornado entirely blue. Moreover, the tornado also contained black Netherworld Lightning, ice spikes, and wind blades.

The blue tornado swept towards the Dragon Soul Pearl with lightning speed. As it moved, the blue tornado unleashed its immense destructive power. Each obstacle it encountered was struck by a bolt of Netherworld Lightning, instantly creating a deep crater in the ground. The azure icy aura was even more ferocious; before the tornado even reached it, the chilling icy aura was enough to reduce obstacles to dust. When it was the turn of the ice spikes—no, these ice spikes could no longer be called ice spikes, they were practically miniature icebergs—they crashed down, raising a cloud of dust, and the obstacle was instantly buried beneath them. The wind blades composed of winged winds were far superior to ordinary wind blades. A single winged wind blade sliced through, and the obstacle snapped in two, turning into a pile of rubble. Then, swept away by the tornado, not even a speck of dust remained, forever forgotten in this world.

Those sheltered within the Dragon Soul Pearl's protective shield gasped at the sheer destructive power of the blue tornado, silently praying that the pearl would withstand its onslaught. However, Dorrant, the master of the Lotus Sword, sensed an unease within it. Though he hadn't personally grasped the divine sword, he felt an unspoken connection to it, intimately aware of its subtle changes. Was this the state of spiritual sword communion? But Dorrant had no time to delve into this state, as the blue storm was already closing in.

"Everyone, stay vigilant! Don't let your guard down!" Dorrant warned the still-joking family members. However, the family members, long protected by the Dragon Soul Pearl, had become too reliant on it, blindly believing it could shield them from all external dangers. Only Harley and some other important figures sensed a hint of unease in their ancestor's words.

The blue storm finally clashed head-on with the Dragon Soul Pearl. Compared to the storm's immense power, the Dragon Soul Pearl seemed minuscule. Yet, this luminous pearl had repeatedly shattered the enemy's attacks in moments of crisis. Would it continue its winning streak? That remained to be seen. Without a clash of forces, who could guarantee victory?

Soon, the blue storm swept the Dragon Soul Pearl to its center, beginning to ravage it. A bolt of dark Netherworld lightning struck first. However, this arm-thick lightning bolt didn't shatter the thumb-sized Dragon Soul Pearl; instead, it was incredibly absorbed. It was truly astonishing that such a small pearl could contain such a vast amount of energy.

However, this was only the blue storm's first probing attack. "Since you love consuming energy so much, then I'll let you eat your fill!" Countless black lightning bolts cleaved down from the sky, targeting the Dragon Soul Pearl. Seemingly sensing the boundless energy contained within the lightning, the Dragon Soul Pearl dared not be careless; simultaneously, countless silver dragons flew out from it, preparing to meet the descending lightning. However, for some reason, as soon as the silver dragons emerged from the pearl, a faint white tinge appeared on their bellies, then rapidly spread throughout their bodies. The once majestic dragons quickly lost their imposing aura, their entire bodies becoming listless, and they were shattered one by one by the black lightning. Moreover, the explosion site was very close to the protective shield, and the aftershocks caused the shield to shake violently, weakening its energy protection.

Before the Dragon Soul Pearl could adjust to its optimal state, the Azure Ice Qi began its second attack. A cloud of blue mist, traveling faster than the speed of light, adhered to the Dragon Soul Pearl and enveloped it. The Dragon Soul Pearl was already accustomed to attacks like the Azure Ice Qi. Just like before, a milky-white light emanated from the pearl, beginning its melting process. However, within this milky-white light, a white spot, different from the milky white, quietly spread across the pearl. Although slow, this white spot severely hampered the release of the milky-white light. The milky-white light couldn't keep up with the destructive speed of the Azure Ice Qi. In a short while, a third of the pearl was covered by the Azure Ice Qi, and it was spreading at a certain speed.

As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot; this principle seemed to apply to the Dragon Soul Pearl as well. Sensing the Azure Ice Qi gradually eroding the Dragon Soul Pearl, the Blue Storm launched its strongest attack yet, unleashing countless Netherworld Lightning bolts, small icebergs, and winged wind blades towards Harley and the others under the protective shield.

Dorrant had noticed something amiss as soon as the Azure Ice Qi managed to occupy a small area on the pearl. Especially the energy dragons that had previously flown out of the bead, were instantly pulverized by the black lightning as if their power had been drained. What on earth was causing this? He suddenly remembered that the silver dragons that had flown out had been instantly whitened and shattered; it was this whiteness that had rendered the dragons powerless. Could something similar be at work within the Dragon Soul Bead? He focused his gaze on the Dragon Soul Bead swaying precariously in the blue storm. Sure enough, there was a pale white spot on the bead, different from its milky white color. It was this spot that slowed the Dragon Soul Bead's melting, giving the Blue Nether Ice Qi an opportunity.

At this moment, the Dragon Soul Bead was in grave danger. If the Blue Nether Ice Qi completely covered it, this protective shield would cease to exist, and they would directly face the threat from the blue storm. Especially with the bolts of lightning, icebergs, and winged wind blades relentlessly bombarding the protective shield, even the members who had been ready to watch the show were now filled with panic, screaming that death was imminent. Seeing that the Dragon Soul Pearl was about to give way, Dorrant, emboldened by some unknown source, disregarded the lives of his family members and shouted, "Dragon Soul Pearl, return to your place!" The cowardly family members stared palely at their revered yet fearful ancestor. Had their ancestor decided to abandon them? How much their ancestor had always cherished them—had he truly decided to leave them to survive alone? They dared not think about it, only watching helplessly as their ancestor plunged them into this desperate situation.

Suddenly, the Ice Soul Pearl, covered in azure icy energy, burst forth with countless golden rays. While everyone was still immersed in this golden light, an even more dazzling ray emanated from its center, so intense that everyone had to shield their eyes from its glare. The golden light seemed to flash and disappear in an instant. When everyone opened their eyes, they saw their ancestor holding a divine sword that shone with golden light. Yes, this was the Lotus Divine Sword restored to its divine weapon state. It seemed not much different from the Lotus Sword before, except that the entire sword was golden, and the width of the blade was slightly wider than before.

"As my descendants, I have never thought of abandoning you. Lotus Sword Technique, First Form: Sword Lotus Blooms!" Dorrant softly chanted the divine incantation, his index finger secretly tracing the blade. While the sword was absorbing his sacrificial blood, he seized the opportunity to plunge the Lotus Divine Sword straight into the hard bluestone slab. Amidst the bewildered gazes of the crowd, from within a hundred meters of the Lotus Divine Sword, streaks of milky-white light erupted from the ground, then white petals appeared on the ground. These petals slowly rose upwards from the Lotus Divine Sword, one petal, two petals… layer upon layer… a milky-white lotus, a hundred meters in diameter, enveloped the entire clan, and within its embrace, the lotus began to gently rotate. At that moment, a threat descended from the sky: omnipresent winged winds, incomparably cold blue icy air, violently raging dark hell lightning, and countless large fireballs and ice spikes all attacked the rotating lotus.

Could this seemingly delicate white lotus withstand this threat from the sky? Please read on.

Chapter 138 of the Storm Riders: The Process of Death (Part Four)

Omnipresent winged winds, incomparably cold blue icy air, violently raging dark hell lightning, and countless fireballs and ice spikes all attacked the rotating lotus. Amidst this threat, could the white lotus flower enveloping them withstand it? The people hiding inside the lotus flower wondered with concern.

However, things often unfold unexpectedly. This seemingly fragile white lotus flower actually withstood attacks from multiple directions simultaneously. The omnipresent winged winds relentlessly scraped against the lotus petals, but the petals seemed unmoved, letting them do as they pleased. However, the lotus petals soon reacted. Ripples appeared on the originally smooth surface of the petals, and then small vortices slowly expanded, their strong suction drawing in the winged winds. Meanwhile, the milky white light emanating from the lotus petals consistently kept the extremely cold blue icy energy less than two feet away, preventing it from advancing an inch. As for the violent and volatile dark hell lightning, although the black lightning struck the lotus petals each time, the lotus petals acted like a conductive vessel, conducting all the black lightning into the ground. Therefore, when the lightning struck, the lotus petals did not tremble in the slightest.

Meanwhile, the members of the Hain family, enveloped by the sword lotus, watched as it blocked the powerful magic. A surge of gratitude welled up within them, and they felt ashamed of their previous unwise thoughts.

"Our ancestor didn't abandon us! Our ancestor didn't abandon us..." Many members looked at Dorrant with tears in their eyes, their gratitude beyond words.

"Ancestor, we wronged you! Please punish us!" Harley led the group, kneeling before Dorrant, saying with shame.

"I understand your feelings, but as my descendants, to distrust your ancestors—is this the fine tradition of the Hain family?" Dorrant said coldly, his hands behind his back, his back to Harley and the others. "Ancestor , please forgive us

! Ancestor, please forgive us! I failed to lead the family well, bringing shame upon it! Please punish us!" Harley, sensing the coldness in Dorrant's words, rubbed his knees against the ground, his face filled with remorse.

"Perhaps it's because of me that you've become too reliant on me. If we manage to escape this battle, I've decided to truly retire and hand everything over to you, Little Lei!" Dorrant sighed.

"Ancestor..." Harley felt flattered. Although he was the head of the family before, real power was in the hands of the ancestor. Even some of the family elders looked down on him, which led some of the younger generation to disregard his authority. Hearing Dorrant say these words now only confirmed his position as family head.

"Don't say anything more. We've escaped now; there will be plenty of opportunities later!" Dorrant said to everyone, sensing the approaching danger.

################# Seeing the white lotus gently spinning on the ground, my gaze pierced through the layers of petals and landed directly on Dorrant standing there. Dorrant felt a pair of sharp eyes sweeping over him without restraint, and his body trembled involuntarily. He lowered his head slightly, then suddenly raised it. I felt as if my senses were being blocked by an invisible shield. His gaze flashed with a divine light as he met mine.

With a "boom," our gazes met in the air. We felt as if we were in a strange space, with countless nebulae flashing past us, and Dorrant and I stood in this void.

As our gazes met, the swirling white lotus gradually faded, and soon the members of the Hain family, enveloped by the white lotus, appeared before everyone. Harley and the other family members watched in bewilderment as the white lotus disappeared. When they turned to look at their ancestor, they found Dorrant holding the golden lotus sword, staring intently ahead, as if some unknown threat lurked in the night sky not far away.

Seeing his ancestor's tightly pursed lips and serious expression, Harley knew that his ancestor had encountered an unprecedented enemy. The family's situation was dire, and it was time to exercise his authority as a member of the family.

"Don't panic, everyone! Family warriors, draw your swords, form a circle, protect the old, weak, and disabled inside, and find a breakthrough point to break through!" Harley shouted to his panicked family members.

"Trying to escape? Not so easy!" Directly in front of Harley, a domineering aura pressed down on him. Caught off guard, Harley had no time to defend himself. He ducked and rolled to the side, scrambling to the ground.

This powerful aura...? Harley couldn't help but look up, only to see a familiar yet terrifying figure. He... hadn't he disappeared along with the Assassin's Guild? How could this be...?

"Hubert, it's you! You... you're not dead?" Harley exclaimed in surprise.

"Brother Harley, you really want me dead, don't you? Without my help—or rather, my interference—your subversive plan might have been even more perfect!" Hubert mocked. It turned out that the reason the Assassin's Guild assisted the Hayne family in assassinating members of the royal family wasn't for the large sums of money, but to repay the Hayne family's kindness to Hubert. When his master lost his powers, it was the Hayne family that took him in, and especially after his master took him in, they cared for them meticulously, allowing his master to focus on teaching him without distraction. When his master passed away, his initial intention in establishing the Assassin's Guild was to repay the Hayne family's kindness. However, in recent years, the Assassin's Guild's actions for the Hayne family had burdened them with many unjust accusations. He had tolerated these, but the erroneous reports that led to the guild's downfall still left him with a lingering resentment. After all, it was decades of hard work, all shattered and wiped out because of a few false rumors from Harley. Hubert's grateful heart couldn't help but turn to hatred.

"Brother Hubert, how can you say that? We're brothers! Without your Assassin's Guild's help, many of our plans would have been difficult to complete!" Harley said, feigning sincerity.

"Brother? Hmph, do you even consider me a brother? I'm probably just a pawn in your plan. Betraying my information to make the Assassin's Guild disappear from this world, is that the reward you give me as a brother?" With a clang, Hubert drew his sword, pointing it at Harley, and sneered.

"This...this..." Harley's face turned pale, then red, clearly feeling uneasy and angry from Hubert's scolding.

"Hubert, don't think you're so great. The Assassin's Guild is destroyed. What power do you have left to resist us!" An elder of the family, seemingly oblivious to the current situation, stepped forward and shouted arrogantly.

"Heh heh, really? You thought I came alone today?" Huber flicked his cloak to the left, shifting his body to the left, revealing a swordsman's figure radiating a pale golden aura, followed by a neatly arranged array of purple-gold figures before the elder.

"Sword Saint Alaska?! Purple-Gold Warrior?" Harley exclaimed in surprise.

"Heh heh, I didn't expect Patriarch Harley to recognize me!" Alaska laughed heartily.

"The renowned Sword Saint, 'Mad Saint,' who doesn't know him? Who doesn't know him? I just never expected to have the honor of being your opponent today!" Harley said with a wry smile.

"Harley, I used to really admire you. To be able to navigate the various factions within the family with such ease, you must be quite capable!" Alaska's eyes flashed coldly as he half-jokingly said.

"To be worthy of Mad Saint's attention, I must have quite a bit of face!" Harley said self-deprecatingly. Having said that, he pushed aside the crowd, stepped forward with his left foot, moved his right foot back into a lunge stance, retracted his left hand, slowly brought his fingers together, and then, with all his might, unleashed a powerful punch. With a "whoosh," a white

ball of light flew from his hand, striking the unsuspecting Alaska. Facing the rapidly approaching white ball of light, Alaska swiftly reacted: he stepped outward with his right foot, slightly bent his knee, and quickly drew his sword from his hip, slashing it directly at the center of the incoming light. With a "squeak," the light was cleaved in two by the sword and vanished into thin air.

"So, the Harley family head is also a despicable villain who resorts to sneak attacks!" Alaska said disdainfully.

"To ensure the survival of the clan, it's not bad for me to act like a villain sometimes! Flash Strike Fist!" Harley unleashed a flurry of punches with both hands, sending white orbs of light hurtling towards Alaska and Hubert's group. Facing these orbs, Alaska, as before, lightly slashed downwards with his sword, cleaving the orbs in two. However, as the orbs disappeared, they emitted a burst of intense light. Even someone as strong as Alaska couldn't help but shield his eyes, and Hubert and the warriors were also caught off guard by the sudden flash.

"Now's the time! Everyone, get out of this danger zone!" Now that the patriarch was facing off against the young master, everything was up to him. To preserve the clan's strength, he had to tell a small lie and retreat before the enemy could react.

"Want to leave? You'll have to ask the swords in our hands first!" Just as Harley was about to lead his people away, a flash of blue and white light appeared before him, and Alaska and Hubert's figures materialized before him.

"Ah?! You weren't hit by the flash!" Harley stopped in his tracks, exclaiming in surprise.

"You think you can fool us with your little tricks?" Hubert laughed contemptuously. Then, around the members of the Harin family, streaks of purple-gold light flashed, and warriors emanating purple-gold battle aura appeared around them, startling the clansmen into shrinking back and huddling together, preparing to defend against the attacks from the purple-gold warriors.

Will the once-powerful Harin family be able to withstand the attack from the purple-gold battle group? Please continue reading!

Chapter 139 of the Stormy Era: The Process of Death (Part 5)

It seems I underestimated you. How could the renowned Sword Saint of the continent be fooled by my little tricks! A hint of frustration flashed in Harley's eyes as he assumed a fighting stance and said in a deep voice.

Hmph, does Patriarch Harley only know how to use such despicable methods? Show us your true abilities! Alaska's eyes shone with divine light as he spoke softly.

"It seems we can't escape your encirclement. Let's have a duel to the death!" Harley gritted his teeth and began to chant softly, "Sword God from the heavens, grant me the greatest power and the most powerful weapon, so that your devout people may defeat the enemy before you!" Suddenly, a golden light flashed across the dark sky, and above Harley's head, a golden sun appeared in the void. A beam of golden light shone on Harley, bathing him in gold, and within that golden wheel, the shadow of a sword was reflected. Then, the blade of a divine sword slowly emerged from the golden wheel, its shape gradually becoming clearer. The divine sword continued its descent, and everyone could now glimpse its true form. The entire blade possessed a perfect streamlined shape, with a concave blood groove in the center, and countless fine spirals engraved along the edge of the blade. The silver-white blade shone with a dazzling light. As for the hilt, at the junction of the blade and the hilt, the crescent-shaped brace is slightly concave towards the hilt. The smooth indentation provides complete comfort when the wielder grips the hilt, and the smooth upper and lower edges are covered with an unknown soft material, effectively cushioning the powerful impact of an enemy on this divine sword. At the grip, another unknown metal covers the surface, providing the wielder with the most ideal sense of comfort. At the end of the hilt, there is a slightly fan-shaped blade pommel, from which hangs a metal wire pendant bearing several difficult characters. If I were to see these characters, I would recognize them as the language of the gods, which translates to "Sword of Sighs" in human language. Legend has it that this Sword of Sighs was the beloved sword of the goddess of sighs, Feng Meisi. During a battle alongside the sword god Soga, she developed feelings for him and gifted the divine sword to him. In the years that followed, although Sogau always carried the sword with him, he never saw his beloved, the Goddess of Sighs, return. Seemingly to forget this beautiful memory, Sogau decided to seal the Sword of Sighs away. However, thousands of years later, the Sword of Sighs reappeared in the human realm.

The Sword of Sighs continued its slow descent, seemingly responding to Halley's call, and in the next moment, the divine sword appeared in her hand. As Halley grasped the hilt, he suddenly felt a chill run through him, and a faint sigh echoed in his heart. Just as he was wondering what was happening, a stronger light suddenly burst forth from the hilt, and the golden light spread rapidly across his entire body, quickly enveloping him in a golden glow. When the golden light disappeared, everyone noticed that Halley's clothes seemed to be plated with gold, shimmering with a golden light.

What was this thing? A single ray of golden light had plated his clothes with a layer of golden armor! Alaska sensed a surge of power emanating from the clothing, and coupled with the Sighing Sword, Harley was fully capable of fighting him. "

This is the Sighing Sword and the Golden Armor technique bestowed upon our Hain family by the gods!" Harley replied coldly. He donned the clothing, took the Sighing Sword, and seemed to gain considerable courage. "

Oh, so it's a divine artifact bestowed upon you by the gods. No wonder your family is so arrogant!" Alaska feigned sudden realization, then his expression turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "I don't care if what you hold is a divine artifact or not. Anyone who stands in my way, even if they are a god, will have their arrogance crushed by this sword!" The boldness in Alaska's words sent a chill down the spines of everyone present. "Kill gods when you encounter gods, kill demons when you encounter demons"—what an inspiring phrase! "

Hmph, Alaska, I respect you as a sword saint, but with your abilities, wanting to kill a god is simply wishful thinking!" Harley's eyes flashed coldly as he sneered.

Confidence is built by oneself. As long as you believe you can do it, you're not far from success. Alaska's words made Hubert and the other warriors watching cheer inwardly. "

Since you say so, then I will punish you on behalf of our almighty God! Sighing Slash!" Harley's Sighing Sword slashed down against the wind, a silver-white sword shadow cutting through the air, striking Alaska who stood opposite him. Just as Alaska was about to perish under the sword, a clang rang out, and a sword appeared out of thin air in front of him, blocking Harley's fatal blow. However, compared to the Sighing Sword, the sword in his hand seemed to be far inferior. As the illusory sword shadow pressed down, cracks slowly appeared on the blade of the sword in his hand. Seeing his treasured sword, which had been with him for over a decade, about to be destroyed, Alaska couldn't help but roar. His entire body surged with platinum-gold battle aura, and he forcefully used the nearly broken sword to deflect the descending sword shadow from the void. With a bang, the ground beside him was cleaved by the sword shadow, sending dirt flying and creating a trench about ten meters long before everyone's eyes. After Alaska deflected the sword shadow, the sword in his hand slowly shattered from the tip inwards, turning into ashes in the air, leaving only the hilt still in his hand. "

Is this how your mission ends?" Alaska sadly stroked the hilt. Over a decade of constant companionship, over a decade of fighting and battling, he had developed a deep bond with this sword. Although the sword had no life, he felt it possessed a spirit. In his eyes, this sword was his lover, his life. "

Harley, I'll make you pay with your life! Battle Aura Shockwave!" Alaska, his face filled with sorrow, saw his platinum aura surge upwards once more, a layer of platinum light covering his right fist. With a fierce roar, the light detached from his fist, forming a pillar of light that hurtled straight towards Harley.

Facing Alaska's powerful attack, Harley calmly raised his Sighing Sword, making two horizontal strokes from left to right, then two more from top to bottom. A rectangular barrier appeared before them, shimmering with a faint glow. The barrier's surface was so smooth that even a person's shadow could be seen. "Go

, Wall of Sighs!" Harley murmured, gently pushing forward with his right hand. The rectangular Wall of Sighs met the rapidly approaching pillar of light.

The pillar struck the Wall of Sighs, seemingly failing to penetrate its thin layer. Instead, much of the light was scattered by the smooth surface, some even reflecting back, collectively resisting the shockwave.

"How could this be? It actually blocked my battle aura shockwave!" Alaska stared in astonishment at the Wall of Sighs, saying in disbelief. "

The Wall of Sighs is the masterpiece of the Goddess of Sighs. It can negate 80% of an enemy's attack, and absorb the remaining 20%!" Harley laughed smugly. "

Oh, really? Can this Wall of Sighs withstand my full-force attack?" Alaska lightly raised his left hand, and a lightsaber formed from platinum energy appeared in his grasp. Before anyone could react, Alaska vanished into thin air, and the next moment he reappeared before the Wall of Sighs, the energy-filled platinum sword slashing down at the wall from top to bottom. The wall and the energy sword produced a series of piercing sounds. "Hey! Hah!" Alaska roared again, and the blade of the energy sword seemed to have lengthened slightly, cutting through the wall even faster. Soon, the Wall of Sighs was split in two and dissipated into the air.

"Hahaha, this is the masterpiece of the Goddess of Sighs! It's utterly pathetic!" Alaska released the energy sword in his hand, which vanished into thin air. "

How could a mortal like you possibly destroy the power of a god? I only unleashed a fraction of its power!" Harley sneered.

"Uh..." Alaska's expression changed in surprise. A mere fraction of the power had taken his full strength to dissipate. It seemed the power of a god wasn't what he had imagined. "However, I will continue to strive, aiming to surpass the gods and advance to a higher level." Alaska thought to himself, a smile involuntarily creeping across his lips.

Harley had originally intended to dampen Alaska's arrogance with these words, but he hadn't expected Alaska to not only not lose confidence but also unleash an even stronger power, thwarting his plan once again.

"Truly worthy of being a Sword Saint! But you won't be able to defeat me in the next moment! Sighing Moon Dance of Splendor!" Harley raised the Sighing Sword in his hand towards the sky, and a silver-white light shot out from the sword, soaring into the heavens.

What kind of move could make Harley so confident he could defeat Alaska? Please continue reading

Chapter 140 of the Storm of the Ages (Part 6)

After the silvery-white light shot into the sky, it emitted a soft silver glow. Then, the circular sphere of light slowly expanded, reaching the size of a washbasin, before suddenly stopping its expansion. Next, the disc showered down silvery-white light, illuminating Harley. Immediately afterward, the silvery light contracted as it fell upon him, condensing into twelve fist-sized spheres that swirled around him. These twelve spheres rotated from left to right. Every so often, the disc in the sky would shower down a beam of silvery-white light, enveloping the twelve spheres and absorbing them. During this absorption, the shape of the spheres remained unchanged; only their color deepened.

Go, Sighing Moon Dance Wheel! The twelve orbs of light around Harley's waist rose along his torso, shrinking inwards. As they slid past his shoulder, they traveled up his left hand, finally shrinking into a bracelet-sized ring floating in his palm. The twelve orbs spun gently above Harley's hand. With a soft shout, they flew into the air, expanding with the wind, and descended upon Alaska.

Seeing the twelve orbs pressing down on him, Alaska didn't panic. Instead, he calmly extended his right hand, sending out a ball of light to probe the orbs' purpose. As the ball of light struck the twelve orbs, they seemed to gain intelligence, suddenly expanding in diameter. The ball of light struck the center of the orbs' encirclement. Then, something unexpected happened: as the ball of light entered the encirclement, it seemed as if an invisible force pulled it apart, splitting it into twelve identical segments. Each segment was then absorbed by the outer orbs.

Sensing the twelve orbs of light's absorptive effect, Alaska decided to try a different approach to stop their descent. He spread his arms, his body surging with platinum-gold battle aura. With a roar, the aura erupted from his body, weaving into a platinum-gold net in the air, preparing to intercept the twelve orbs and capture them all.

However, fate is unpredictable. Just as the net was about to encircle the orbs, they seemed to sense the approaching danger. They suddenly began to spin rapidly, transforming into an arc of light, and the radius of this arc expanded rapidly as it rotated, actually rubbing against the net. Bang! Bang! Bang! The sounds of colliding energy echoed continuously in mid-air. Finally, under the rapid rotation of the twelve orbs, the net gradually succumbed, nearing collapse. Cut by the twelve orbs, the net ended its mission. "

Hmph, they're really troublesome. But did you think I had no way out?" Alaska let out a soft hum, raised his left hand, and a flash of light appeared in it—a divine sword gleaming with golden light. The appearance of a divine sword out of thin air was already astonishing, but what happened next left everyone even more bewildered. Just when everyone thought he would raise the sword to cleave the twelve orbs of light, he did something utterly unexpected—he…he actually threw the divine sword into the air. But miracles seemed to follow him everywhere. Instead of falling as everyone expected, the sword stopped steadily in mid-air. With Alaska's strange gesture, the sword danced through the air, drawing a streak of light as it met the twelve spinning orbs.

With the intention of defeating them one by one, Alaska directed the sword to attack one of the orbs. However, the orb seemed quite cunning, dodging the sword's direct attack. Moreover, while the divine sword was pursuing it, it somehow managed to lure it into the center of the light sphere without Alaska noticing. By the time Alaska realized what was happening, it was too late. Under the pull of the twelve forces, the divine sword couldn't move at all, let alone destroy the light sphere.

Seeing the divine sword trapped inside, Alaska couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that he hadn't yet mastered an effective method in his initial glimpse into this realm. He could have easily dodged the light sphere's binding force, but he was stuck in it, unable to break free. So no matter how Alaska tried to command the divine sword, the twelve light spheres wouldn't let it escape their grasp.

Seemingly to completely destroy the potential threat from the divine sword, the twelve light spheres launched a simultaneous attack, twelve finger-thick energy beams striking the divine sword suspended in the center. Under such a powerful attack, an ordinary sword would probably have been shattered long ago, but this was no ordinary divine sword. I had specially given it to Alaska because he had no good sword, so how could those twelve energy beams damage it? As expected, the divine sword, surrounded in the air, erupted with fiery red light, deflecting all twelve beams of light that struck its blade.

However, the twelve orbs of light seemed unwilling to accept defeat, unleashing another twelve beams. This time, however, the beams didn't directly target the divine sword; instead, they converged above it, coalescing into a single energy beam that shot towards the sword at its center. Sensing the approaching danger, the divine sword released an even greater fiery red light. But the sword wasn't a sentient being; the fiery red flames collided head-on with the energy beam. The result was that the fiery red shield on the sword was shattered by the energy beam, which struck the sword directly. Although the sword wasn't shattered by the energy, it was still blasted into a spinning motion in mid-air.

As Alaska, whose heart was one with the divine sword, felt a jolt in his mind when the energy beam struck the sword, as if struck heavily in the chest. Then, he felt a sweet taste in his throat, and blood rushed into his mouth. However, to avoid arousing Harley's suspicion, Alaska swallowed the blood back and began making strange hand gestures. "Sword

Control Technique: Ten Thousand Swords Piercing the Heart!" Alaska let out a soft cry, and the divine sword, which was still spinning inside the sphere of light, split in two, then in four... finally transforming into sixteen divine swords that appeared within the encirclement. Then, fifteen of the divine swords began to spin rapidly around the central sword. In a whirlwind, the fifteen divine swords shot out, twelve of them heading towards the twelve spheres of light, while the other three shot towards Harley in a triangular formation.

Twelve explosions rang out in mid-air – the sounds of twelve divine swords piercing through the orbs of light, instantly dispelling the threat from the twelve orbs. Now let's look at the other three divine swords. Arriving at Harley in a triangular formation, the three swords sometimes split into three, sometimes merged back into one, repeating this motion repeatedly. This caused Harley, who was on guard, to feel somewhat flustered. However, remembering his golden armor, he figured such an attack shouldn't be a problem. So, to prove the authenticity of his golden armor, he actually straightened his chest and met the three divine swords head-on.

Amidst the astonished gazes and screams of his tribesmen, the three divine swords accurately struck his chest and abdomen. The explosive force of the swords hitting him sent him flying two or three meters away. Looking at Harley, who had been struck, his golden armor was completely unharmed, except for a few specks of dust clinging to his clothes.

"Hahaha… truly a divine gift from the omnipotent god! I'm completely unharmed!" Harley laughed wildly, touching himself. He hadn't expected that the three divine swords had already injured his internal organs. Laughing now only aggravated his injuries, and a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth. "

Patriarch, Patriarch, are you alright?!" Several elders helped him up, asking anxiously.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Spitting out this mouthful of blood makes me feel much better!" Harley waved away the helping hands, shook his head, and swung his arms, laughing excitedly. "

As expected of the head of the Harin family, you actually withstood such an attack!" Alaska was initially surprised to see Harley unharmed after being hit, then laughed heartily. "

You're not bad either! That mid-air sword-wielding technique is rare!" Harley was still quite shaken by Alaska's earlier display; a single divine sword could split into so many—how powerful must that be for a collective attack! "

Hmph, since it's rare, I'll let you try again! Rise!" Alaska sneered, her hand gestures shifting, and the sword hovering in the air spun, its tip turning sharply towards Harley.

What kind of damage will this attack inflict on Harley? Read on to find out.

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