Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8529: 506-combo kill (1)

“Plop!” A sharp noise rang out as sword Qi penetrated the body. Sword light swiftly sliced across the withered leaf Zen Master's throat. The instant after, an enormous gash opened up in his neck. Blood sprayed forth like a geyser. His eyes bulged in agony, and his form toppled to the ground. Evidently, survival was impossible for him now.

Just then, Wen Butong burst from the poisonous fog. He hadn't been absent long, yet Zhao Hai's strikes proved astonishingly swift. In just three maneuvers, the withered Leaf Master met his end. Bursting out of the toxic mist, Wen Butong witnessed the withered Leaf Master's corpse plummeting downward.

Wen Butong's eyes bulged in shock as he stared at the body sinking into the sea of blood, releasing a piercing wail, “Master!” Yet no amount of cries could help. The withered Leaf Master was gone. With crimson veins bursting in his eyes, Wen Butong glared at Zhao Hai and growled, “Excellent, truly excellent. We gravely misjudged you. But today, death claims you! Take this!” He flicked his hand, sending myriad golden characters streaming from the book. These characters gradually coalesced into a massive sword hovering in the sky. Pointing at Zhao Hai, Wen Butong bellowed, “The gentleman’s sword submits to all directions!”

With those words, the rune-covered golden blade cleaved toward Zhao Hai. Upright and infused with endless righteousness, the strike felt inescapable, as if the surrounding space had solidified, leaving no room for evasion.

Observing the incoming sword, Zhao Hai chuckled. “Impressive, Noble Sword indeed—a technique to sway all. Fine strike! But behold my counter: divine armament, quicksand vortex!” As Zhao Hai spoke, his form vanished abruptly. In his place swirled a vast vortex of quicksand, immense and weighty. From its core emanated a powerful pull, instantly drawing the golden greatsword inward.

Yet the sword didn't get fully engulfed by the swirling sands. It halted in suspension, battling the vortex's attraction. Wen Butong formed seals rapidly, pouring his magic into resisting Zhao Hai's assault.

Seeing this, Zhao Hai's gaze sharpened with delight. He grinned, altering the sword's stance. “Shen Ji, Rolling Stones like thunder!” At his command, a colossal stone sphere erupted from the vortex. The prior suction flipped instantly to a repelling thrust.

Wen Butong never anticipated such a fluid shift in force. He marveled at how anyone could manipulate energy changes so masterfully. Shock gripped him, but altering his tactic was impossible now. The golden sword soared upward, clashing with the stone ball. A thunderous explosion shattered the orb into fragments. Though unscathed, the golden sword was hurled farther back.

In that instant, Zhao Hai's voice rang out once more, “Divine armament, cloud piercing sword!” Hearing it, Wen Butong paled in alarm. He knew the devastating might of this cloud-piercing strike—both a sect leader and the withered Leaf Master had perished to it. A direct hit would spell his doom.

This realization forced Wen Butong to abandon sword control. He hastily positioned his ritual artifact—the book—as a shield before him. But suddenly, a humming buzz assaulted from every side. Glancing up, he saw swarms of insects lunging at him. Confusion struck, yet time was scarce. The insects skirted the book and swarmed onto him.

Though Zhao Hai announced the cloud piercing sword, his true move was the soul devouring myriad insects. He despised proclaiming attack names, viewing it as pointless. Alerting foes allowed quick defenses, dooming the strike. Battles, to him, involved grunts of effort like “hey” or “ha,” not move declarations.

Yet in the cultivation world, fighters often voiced technique names beforehand. This wasn't mere showmanship but a way to amplify power, akin to incantations in spells. Zhao Hai disdained it but adopted the habit to blend in. Still, shouting a name didn't guarantee that exact move—impractical as it was.

Soldiers thrived on deception! That defined Zhao Hai's combat philosophy. Any technique succeeded only by slaying the foe. Otherwise, flashy displays ended in defeat earned only ridicule for folly.

Wen Butong recoiled in surprise. A radiant golden glow erupted from him, followed by streams of characters blasting out to repel the insects. To his horror, the bugs latched onto the golden barrier, devouring it relentlessly. Terrifying to behold. Desperately, Wen Butong commanded his golden sword to return swiftly and eradicate the pests.

Meanwhile, Zhao Hai twirled his longsword, eyeing the surviving Island Lord level powerhouses. In a grave tone, he declared, “Shen Ji, seamless sword array!” His words summoned a vast domain. Innumerable pillars rose within it. Towering iron giants positioned at the pillars' corners gripped enormous long knives. Then, pillars rotated, and the iron figures swung their blades in unison.

The foes found themselves engulfed in a frenzy of blade flashes. They parried with their weapons, but barely clung to life amid the chaos. Zhao Hai's voice echoed again, “Divine armament, Pear Blossom in the storm!” Countless luminous specks hurtled toward them.

Already strained against the seamless saber array, the attackers couldn't withstand this new onslaught. In moments, several crumpled, riddled with minute puncture wounds oozing blood. Doom was certain for them.

By now, Wen Butong had purged the insects. Witnessing the fallen comrades, his expression darkened horribly, dread coiling in his chest. He hadn't foreseen Zhao Hai's overwhelming prowess. Amid their combined assault, Zhao Hai felled so many in mere moments. Scanning the battlefield, he froze in further disbelief.

To counter Zhao Hai and his allies, they'd amassed the bulk of Blood River Sea's forces. Wen Butong had even rehearsed this consolidation for unity and coordination. Should the nine sects strike later, they'd respond better prepared.

With that in mind, they'd mobilized over five hundred Island Lord level experts and nearly a hundred thousand lower cultivators. Yet they couldn't overpower the enemy's two hundred Island Lord levels, suffering heavy casualties. The hundred thousand rank-and-file fared worse, their lines crumbling under the Ghostwind Bandits' beast-mounted charges. The larger force was losing ground—how could he not reel?

Then, Zhao Hai turned to face Wen Butong, snapping him back to focus. A fearsome foe loomed; distraction was fatal now. Staring at Zhao Hai, Wen Butong demanded deeply, “Who are you? A powerhouse like you can't have been unknown before!”

Zhao Hai regarded Wen Butong with a smile. “Ghostwind Bandit Zou Xiao—ring a bell? You're from a backwater, clueless as ever. No matter. Today, it'll stick in your mind. Pity, though—you won't live to recall it.” With that, Zhao Hai spurred his alien mount toward Wen Butong, thrusting his sword while crying, “Divine armament, Pear Blossom in the storm!”

Wen Butong dismissed Zhao Hai's taunts, resolving to battle solo. Decision made, his book artifact stirred. He roared, “The top is the sun and the stars!” Myriad golden characters exploded from it, plummeting like shooting stars straight at Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai laughed heartily at the sight. “Hahaha, now that's engaging. Try this: inescapable net!” A web of sword light materialized abruptly, surging upward to intercept the celestial barrage.

A deafening crash followed. The sword net vanished, as did the starry projectiles. But abruptly, a crimson sun blazed into existence overhead. Its fierce brilliance scorched the air, temperatures soaring. Zhao Hai felt like he'd stepped into a blazing wasteland, the heat sapping his body's fluids instantly. His blood churned as if boiling under the intense warmth. The sensation startled him—he hadn't anticipated such formidable power from his rival. It far surpassed his predictions.