This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 1775 - 14: Those Years We Defied Heaven Together (Part 2)

As long as he truly releases the strength of the Demon Holy, Lu Qingshan will no longer be able to cope.

Luohu reached out and tugged at the Heaven's Vault, once again grasping a lightning spear in his hand.

Whish!

The lightning spear was thrown, howling through the air, piercing directly through Lu Qingshan's chest completely, embedding its tip into the city wall, leaving the shaft within Lu Qingshan's body.

From afar, it looked as if Lu Qingshan had been pinned to the Heavenly River City Wall by a spear.

With a thunderous crash, debris scattered from the indestructible Heavenly River City Wall, crackling as it fell into the Heavenly River Sea.

"Since you've chosen to die defending Heavenly River City, then die on its walls. Consider it a dignified death," Luohu's deep voice reverberated through Heaven and Earth.

This scene rendered the cultivators of Heavenly River City utterly speechless.

Not only the Heavenly River cultivators but even the Demon Race cultivators felt the same.

This had nothing to do with cowardice; it was purely instinctual.

Instinct when facing the abyss.

Even the bravest warriors will instinctively halt when facing a bottomless abyss.

The abyss is unconquerable.

Luohu is such an abyss, rendering people unable to look directly at him.

—Staring into the abyss creates the illusion of an inevitable fall.

Despair spread like a plague in the hearts of the Heavenly River cultivators.

Is Lu Qingshan not strong?

Witnessing this battle firsthand, no one would make such an assessment.

On the contrary, Lu Qingshan was exceedingly strong; each sword strike went beyond their imagination.

But this very strength brought deeper despair.

Compared to Lu Qingshan's strength, Luohu's actions seemed too plain and ordinary.

Yet it was this plain and ordinary action that easily destroyed all strength, leaving the man in whom they've placed all their hopes powerless to resist.

....

Luohu did not end his actions.

His movements were so fast they were invisible.

One lightning spear after another was pulled from the void by him, thrown as they sliced through space, slashing into Lu Qingshan's physical body.

In merely an instant, Luohu threw thirty-six lightning spears, until Lu Qingshan's physical body had no room left to accommodate them.

He was already battered and bruised, suffering a punishment akin to death by a thousand cuts.

Blood continuously streamed down his brows.

"If you were to become an ancestor, the outcome of this battle might be different."

"But there will be no future."

Luohu pulled yet another lightning spear from the void.

Then, he threw it out.

Fierce torrents emerged along the path of the lightning spear, declaring the horrific strength hidden within.

Unless something unexpected happens, Lu Qingshan should fall in the next moment.

.....

A figure flew out from Heavenly River City.

Seeing Lu Qingshan exhaust all means yet fail, about to be killed by Luohu, Xia Daoyun could no longer bear it.

Thus, she left Heavenly River City, wielding her sword between the lightning spear and Lu Qingshan.

Even if it's futile like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Luohu noticed Xia Daoyun's movement.

But he paid no mind.

The Ninth Tribulations Sword Immortal is already so; what can others do?

Although this battle takes place in the human world, ordinary people have no place in this war.

......

The female swordsman's aura surged like a flood, flooding into the bull ear in her hand.

The bull ear resonated with a resounding cry, Sword Qi swirling madly.

In an instant, Sword Qi crisscrossed around her, lighting up clouds and mist, dazzling the eyes.

"Where did so many Ninth Tribulations Sword Immortals come from?" Luohu sneered.

Lu Qingshan can block him and battle till now because he is the first Ninth Tribulations Sword Immortal in Human Race history.

But after all, there is only one Lu Qingshan.

Luohu ignored Xia Daoyun, allowing her to stand in front of Lu Qingshan.

The moment Sword Qi erupted, the lightning spear already charged forward.

Xia Daoyun suddenly lifted her sword.

The lightning spear abruptly halted, detonating with rolling thunder.

Overflowing lightning struck the bull ear, its echoes endless.

Sword Qi surged, lightning remained imposing.

The collision between Sword Qi and lightning seemed endless, continuous.

The bull ear began to tremble.

Xia Daoyun's hand grasping the sword started to tremble too.

Even with the endless fate of Great Xia, humans are not deities and cannot retain all fate.

Like a funnel, the Great Xia's fortune squandered by Xia Daoyun since transforming into her inner strength has been continuously poured into Heaven and Earth.

Through innumerable roads traveled, unsure of how much of Heaven and Earth's fortune was repaid.

By now, it has reached the brink of fate's end.

She could not hold on much longer.

But the lightning spear was visibly shortening, slowly vanishing, inch by inch.

The nine-foot spear quickly lost seven feet of its shaft.

Xia Daoyun closed her eyes.

She gripped her sword even tighter, her knuckles faintly white, and the tremor in her hand finally ceased.

The last two feet of the spear shaft vanished thunderously.

Only then did Xia Daoyun open her eyes.

"If you wish to bear the tribulation for him, then go die first!"

In an instant, a majestic fist aura, like a black waterfall, tore through the sky, charging towards the Sword Immortal whose fate was at its end.

Xia Daoyun watched helplessly as the fist aura approached, powerless.

The fist aura came fiercely, indeed striking Xia Daoyun, yet it did not kill her, being blocked by a cloud-like ivory essence.

The fist aura was stopped, but its extreme power still knocked Xia Daoyun off the Heaven's Vault, slowly falling towards the sea below

"No wonder she's bold enough to try to stop a chariot, she must be borrowing the nation's fortune." Luohu observed the scene, sneering disdainfully.