This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 1732 - 63: Raising a Dragon_3

The crowd was astonished, completely unprepared for how terrifying Chu Mu's Sword Dao would be, snaring enemies from afar, leaving them no chance to escape.

The Demon Lord locked onto by Chu Mu was filled with dread; at this critical moment between life and death, he fought desperately to save himself.

Puff!

Chu Mu did not give him any chance. With a swipe of his Ancient Sword, the Demon Lord's head exploded into a cloud of blood mist, his Primordial Spirit turning to ash, with nothing left.

"Die!" Cang Venerable roared in anger.

Behind him, the shadow of an emperor loomed large and tall, like the Immortal of Colossal Spirit, stepping down towards Chu Mu.

This was the Emperor Syllable Mantra, Cang Venerable's most powerful form unleashed.

Yet, facing that mountain-like foot, Chu Mu merely thrust his sword upwards.

He was bold and spirited, the Ancient Sword displaying profound Taoist patterns.

Boom!

Chu Mu's terrifying sword pierced straight into that mountain-like foot.

Heaven and Earth changed color; the Ancient Sword, turning deep yellow, pierced through the foot, emitting a cracking sound, and then, with a boom, shattered completely into dust.

After destroying Cang Venerable's Emperor Syllable Mantra, Chu Mu continued to defy fate, advancing upon Cang Venerable, shaking his sword and impaling Cang Venerable, lifting him alive, then violently shaking, sword qi scattering, a rain of blood falling—another Demon Lord fallen!

Others were horrified; each of these dead ones were beings with unmatched power among them, ones whose battles would take months to decide life and death, yet now in a brief moment, Chu Mu has slain three.

How terrifying!

Now, the twelve Demon Lords have been halved, and the Demon Race has utterly collapsed.

In such a situation, the remaining six Demon Lords no longer had the heart to blame Luohu's incompetence, their minds filled with infinite desire to retreat, wishing to return to their respective Demon Domains immediately.

"What should we do, we are all targeted by him now, and there's no way to retreat!" The Demon Lords felt cold, helpless.

Chu Mu unfolded his Dao Domain, standing sword in hand, approaching step by step.

His killing intent was even stronger.

The Demon Lords exerted all their strength, all sorts of phenomena emerging, various lights intertwining, falling upon Chu Mu, but all in vain.

Chu Mu, with just a sword, was unshakable, shattering this wave of attack on the spot, then the Ancient Sword continued to pierce forward.

Though the Demon Lords' Demonic Qi was vast and their battle tactics many, they could not withstand this sword.

Puff!

A Demon Lord's chest was pierced, then his Primordial Spirit shattered.

As Chu Mu slew another Demon Lord, in the space of a step, he had moved to stand in front of another surviving Demon Lord.

At this moment, he indeed seemed to be in the Ancestral Realm, invincible in the world, slashing down with a sword, causing the wounded body of this Demon Lord to almost shatter directly.

That Demon Lord was the Former Venerable of the Northern Barbarian Demon Clan, he roared, releasing various Divine Light from his brow, trying to repel Chu Mu.

Chu Mu merely cleaved downward, the unparalleled Demon Lord split into two, the vast Spirit scattering, the Primordial Spirit also shredded.

There was no doubt, the Demon Race's side was finished; leaving aside Luohu, these twelve Demon Lords of various clans would be unable to escape.

One can imagine how much pressure would be relieved from the Human Race in their various domains after this battle.

What is unprecedented merit?

It must be like this.

.......

On the Heaven's Vault above the lone island ruins.

Lu Qingshan hovered in silence.

Before the arrival of the Seventh Layer of Heavenly Tribulation, the clouds of tribulation in the sky had already dispersed, and until now showed no sign of surging again.

But after the Heavenly River Sea Tribulation just now, everyone understood that the Ninety-Nine Heavenly Tribulations would inevitably have Nine Layers, leaving no room for luck.

And what seemed to be the limit of Heavenly Dao was indeed capable of surprising strategies.

Lu Qingshan had successively unleashed Li Qiubai's River Severing Sword, the Qingyun Sword Immortal's Unparalleled Sword, the Dragon Sparrow's Spell Breaking and Defying Fate, Lieque's Heavenly Punishment, and Oblivion's Sea Calming power, pushing through the seven layers of Heavenly Tribulation beyond the imagination of the world.

These seven times breaking tribulation were met with the methods of the Heavenly General.

But now, as the limit of the Heavenly Dao seemed reached, so too had Lu Qingshan exhausted all his trump cards, accumulated injuries to an unbearable degree, covered in fresh blood.

In this state, how could he face the next and final two layers of Heavenly Tribulation, destined to be countless times more dangerous?

No wonder Luohu dared to claim this as a ten-deaths-no-life situation.

At this moment, even Lu Qingshan himself couldn't guarantee anything, only persevering.

Once, the foreign visitor who had just arrived in this world, merely wanting to change some people's destinies, had already fulfilled his wish — and more than just one person? He now even influences the fate of two worlds.

Lu Qingshan's heart stirred with countless indescribable emotions.

Was it all worth it?

If he at that time could see everything that would happen in the future, see himself walking this "defying heaven" path, would he still resolutely tread it?

Perhaps not, without growth along the way, how many dared shoulder such heavy pressure?

Perhaps more determined, after all, someone said he was born a Sword Cultivator.

What does it matter!

Since he has chosen this path, to bear the destined fate and tribulations, why bother thinking too much?

Lu Qingshan smiled brightly.

Just then.

A large shadow descended, covering Yue Hua.

But within the shadow, there was a light source even brighter than Yue Hua.

It was a pair of eyes.

The left eye was a fiery red sun, the right eye a faint golden Crescent Moon.

Characteristic dual sun-moon eyes.

The origin of the shadow was unmistakable.

Imperial Heaven.

"Although it's our first meeting, I believe you recognize me, Lu Qingshan."

Appearing in a strong and strange form, Imperial Heaven did not rush to kick a man when he's down.

It quietly crouched high in the sky, at the original spot where the tribulation clouds churned, coldly staring at Lu Qingshan, tugging its mouth to make a sound like a mocking laugh.

"I must say, your performance surprised me, even shocked me," Imperial Heaven's voice was cold, "The Heavenly Dao of this realm intends for me to kill you, honestly, I don't want to kill you, and may not necessarily succeed...."

Imperial Heaven, was Lu Qingshan's Eighth Layer of the Ninety-Nine Heavenly Tribulations!

"So, I'm not here to kill you this time."

"Then why are you here?" Lu Qingshan exhaled deeply and asked.

The great True Dragon exceeding the thunderous path Heavenly Dragon in size, its pair of sun-moon eyes devoid of emotion, stared at Lu Qingshan.

"Back in the Ancient Temple, you received my favor, a small kindness should be repaid with a fountain, wouldn't you say, Lu Qingshan?"

Cultivators dread Causality most.

Because when crossing tribulation, all causality is settled by the Heavenly Dao.

This is the reason Heavenly Dao can use Imperial Heaven as the Eighth Layer of Heavenly Tribulation.

The causality between Imperial Heaven and Lu Qingshan ran deeper than others could imagine.

Not only was Lu Qingshan's Sword Qi Spirit originally Imperial Heaven, he had obtained memory inheritance from the Imperial Heaven lineage in the Imperial Heaven Ancient Temple and thereby comprehended the creation of Secret Sword: Sun Sight.

Moreover, it was Imperial Heaven who revealed the Heart Demon secret to Lu Qingshan, crucial in Sword Sect's victory over Central Spirit.

"What do you want?" Lu Qingshan asked.

"Without my help, how could your fortune create today's grand scene?"

As Imperial Heaven spoke, a golden True Dragon seemed to appear, coiled behind Lu Qingshan.

It seemed enraged, dragon head leaning out, roaring earth-shatteringly at Imperial Heaven.

Unbeknownst to when, the dragon had transformed into a dragon.

Now Lu Qingshan's fortune was rare in the world.

"Lu Qingshan, I want this True Dragon of fortune raised by me!" Imperial Heaven demanded loudly.