This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 1752 - 5: Making Up the Numbers (2)

Sword Qi, Sword Intent, Sword Dao—all thundered in harmony, fusing into a splendid unity.

Boom!

Poya hurtled sideways through the air, his Divine Demon Body riddled with fractures, grievously wounded.

Poya bellowed furiously, yet in an instant, he shifted from striving to slay Lu Qingshan to desperately defending against his assault.

An utter reversal of fortunes.

It wasn't that Poya lacked substance behind his threats or faded prematurely—who could foresee Lu Qingshan wielding such formidable techniques?

Where existed such a youthful supreme expert?

Poya howled, enveloped in Demonic Patterns and Demonic Qi, struggling to repel the invading Sword Qi.

His wounds surged with Blood Qi, frantically attempting to heal.

Lu Qingshan gave a cold snort, refusing to prolong the fight.

With a mere thought, six Sword Rainbows burst forth, weaving a Sword Array that sealed the skies and void, ensnaring Poya inside.

Then, boundless Sword Qi erupted from the Sword Rainbows, echoing through the Sword Array to form a Sword Pool, relentlessly hacking at Poya's flesh.

Poya shrieked in agony, sensing Lu Qingshan's overwhelming might, resisting with all his power.

Yet his efforts proved futile.

His Divine Demon Body suffered countless slashes, Blood Light spraying everywhere; despite his vast Blood Qi, it held no ground.

Poya roared in defiance and despair.

Still, nothing altered the outcome—the Sword Rainbows surged anew, tearing Poya's Divine Demon Body to pieces, along with his dreams and life force.

The vaunted Indestructible Divine Demon Body burst apart, exposing the vulnerable Primordial Spirit beneath.

It too met the same shredding doom.

The brilliant, ferocious Sword Light descended fully upon Poya's Primordial Spirit.

A mighty Asura King fell right there, his body dissolving into blood mist, Primordial Spirit scattering as luminous fragments!

In mere moments, this unbeatable Asura King met his end.

Such a feat stood unparalleled, destined to shine through the ages, seen or unseen.

No Sword Immortal before Lu Qingshan matched this prowess; none after likely would.

This marked the legend of the Sword Immortal.

Lu Qingshan strode across the world, advancing afar, his presence majestic, akin to a celestial descending upon mortals.

With this triumph, and Chu Mu dismantling the Demon Domain's elite forces, who could halt Lu Qingshan? Who dared?

No one!

The Asura King's might was formidable, yet against today's Lu Qingshan, it fell utterly short.

The very Asura King who once drove Lu Qingshan to desperation now appeared in his eyes as little more than a robust insect.

...

Time flew by, and in a flash, another month elapsed.

Boom boom boom!

Near the spatial rift outside Guangling Pass, devastating Spiritual Light clashed endlessly, myriad figures clashed in a cataclysmic melee.

Since launching the counteroffensive, the Human Race's vigor soared unyieldingly, and with Poya slain by Lu Qingshan during the retreat to secure the Black Armor Domain's rear, the Demon Race's collapse hastened.

Now, the Demon Race's frontline in the Black Armor Domain retreated to the spatial rift's edge.

This stood as their final bastion.

No further withdrawal allowed.

For any step back would let the Human Race surge through the spatial rift in their initial invasion of the Demon Domain.

Boom!

High overhead, colossal powers clashed in brutal combat.

Led by Lin Xiu, five Human Race Honorable Realm experts surrounded the Asura King Vimozhiduoluo.

Under assault from peers of equal tier, Asura King Vimozhiduoluo teetered on collapse.

"Just you wait, all of you wait," he screeched with venom, face contorted in fury: "When Luohu becomes a Saint, it will be the day of reckoning for you all!"

"First, you have to live until then!" Martial Emperor Juque roared.

Buzz!

A deluge of Element Force swept the heavens and earth, crashing down from above like a colossal wave toward Vimozhiduoluo.

Vimozhiduoluo emitted a shrill cry, Demonic Qi erupting wildly, hurling war techniques at Martial Emperor Juque, though bitterness choked his soul.

The Human Race's Seven Domains, save the Eastern Domain, had dispatched over half their forces to Guangling Pass for the assault on the Asura Clan.

Guangling Pass's might hit record peaks.

Yet in turn, the remaining Six Domains lay perilously exposed.

Should other Holy Demon Clans strike now, it would spark a classic case of rescuing Zhao by striking Wei.

Yet... the conflict has raged for almost four months now, yet the other Holy Demon Clans show utter indifference.

Vimozhiduoluo's loathing for them burns fiercer than even his hatred for the Human Race.

When Luohu ascends to sainthood, his initial vengeance won't target the Human Race, but these Holy Demon Clans!

Vimozhiduoluo seethed with poisonous thoughts in his mind, utterly ignoring how Luohu had ensnared and slain twelve peak Demon Lords from the Six Great Holy Demon Clans on his path to sainthood.

—Far from just watching idly, were it not for their dread of Luohu's retaliation post-sainthood, the Six Great Holy Demon Clans would have long struck back at the Asura Clan.

...

A blood moon lingered high above.

Black Armor Domain.

Lu Qingshan's silhouette perched atop a lofty summit.

Gazing downward at the Demon Domain beneath, where odd ripples emanated, his brows stayed locked in a deep frown.

"Young Master," a flash of scarlet light appeared, Qin Yitian materialized without a sound, worry creasing her forehead, "We've combed everywhere, yet discovered zilch. What's our next step?"

Over these four months, Lu Qingshan had ransacked the entire Black Armor Domain top to bottom, but came up empty-handed.

Luohu appeared to have evaporated entirely, impossible to unearth no matter how deep one dug.

Regardless of Lu Qingshan's frenzied rampage across the Black Armor Domain with reckless slaughter, or the dire frontline crisis where the Asura Clan bled heavily, Luohu stayed detached, prudent beyond measure.

Scour as they might, nothing turned up.

Push as hard as possible, yet Luohu refused to emerge.

Stuck without a clue.

"Only two scenarios explain his elusiveness," Lu Qingshan stated gravely, his face somber.

"First, against all odds, Luohu's lair lies outside the Black Armor Domain entirely."

"Second, his saint realm Primordial Spirit fools everyone, meaning I've likely passed his hideout already, only for his saint realm Primordial Spirit to throw me off."

With these words, a quiet sigh escaped him involuntarily.

Either case spelled a hopeless impasse for him.

In the first, confined to the Black Armor Domain alone, he retained a shot at locating Luohu pre-sainthood, but scouring such an immense abyss? Impossible.

Not even as the Ninth Tribulations Sword Immortal could he achieve the impossible.

The second proved utterly hopeless—hiding in plain sight, undetectable.

Only the Ancestral Realm could pierce the saint realm Primordial Spirit's deceptive veil.

Despair offered no excuse to surrender.

At this juncture, surrender was unthinkable.

Luck-based or not, it demanded pursuit.

A one-in-ten-thousand shot beat zero odds!

...

Qin Yitian sank into contemplation.

Seven Life-bound Swords materialized around Lu Qingshan.

Possessing innate spirituality, the Taoist Swords felt their master's plight and sought solutions too.

"If only that fiend hid in the Heavenly River Sea," Gu Yiyi sulked with a pout, her simple mind clearly unable to crack the deadlock.

Vast as the Heavenly River Sea might be, it belonged to Gu Yiyi's turf—Luohu's saint realm Primordial Spirit illusions wouldn't evade her gaze.

Lu Qingshan found himself at a loss for words.

Alas, reality rarely proved so straightforward and forgiving.

Moments later, Qin Yitian's gaze sparked brightly as she ventured, "Young Master..."

"Hmm?"

"Unlike the Heavenly River Sea, the Demon Domain leaves Luohu relying on his saint realm Primordial Spirit to hoodwink us, yet no illusion, however masterful, can detach from some tangible base..."

Qin Yitian's words struck Lu Qingshan like lightning, his eyes flashing with sudden insight.

"Dig down three feet if needed—how then could he conceal himself?"

"Precisely!" Qin Yitian's face beamed with delight, seizing a faint ray of hope amid the gloom.

"Yitian elder sister, do you mean... deploying that technique?" Gu Yiyi blinked in surprise before catching on, her wide eyes bulging.

Naive and a touch dim-witted she might be, but no fool.

Oblivion ranked among Lu Qingshan's earliest three Life-bound Swords, and as its spirit, Gu Yiyi knew his arsenal well.

Buzz!

Right then, the little Peach Blossom buzzed in agreement.

It had joined as Lu Qingshan's Life-bound Sword before even Gu Yiyi.

If Gu Yiyi grasped it, how could it miss out?

Once a trivial, overlooked entity, now as a Taoist Sword, it demanded inclusion.

Even without comprehending the topic, chime in it must.