Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 726: Now can you listen to what I'm saying?

Chapter 726: Now can you listen to what I'm saying?

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Crash, crash, crash!

Dust filled the air as rubble pattered down.

Qiongqi's massive, ferocious body was firmly pressed into the deep crater it had created itself.

On its forehead, a hand lightly rested against its skull.

That hand, which looked somewhat delicate, contained terrifying power akin to a mountain range.

It pressed its head deep into the ground, bones creaking under the strain, the intense pain making it let out a piercing, miserable howl.

"ROAR—!!!"

Qiongqi struggled frantically, beating its bone wings and clawing at the ground, trying to throw off the restraint on its head.

Yet that hand remained completely motionless, as if welded to its skull.

As the dust settled slightly, the scene within the deep pit gradually became visible.

A tall, straight-backed young man with handsome, almost scholarly features and white hair was seen kneeling on one knee atop Qiongqi's enormous head.

The corner of his mouth was pulled back into a near-mad grin.

His eyes flashed with killing intent, brutality, and an excitement that seemed ready to tear everything apart.

It formed an extreme contrast with his refined appearance.

"Oh, it's Lin Fan." Chen Huaian found a corner in the Demon Sealing Pagoda to sit down, pulling out a chair, table, sunflower seeds, coffee, and a large watermelon.

Time to eat!

As for the White Tiger?

Having only its Physical Shell and remnant soul left, it had no intention of resisting at all.

After detecting Lin Fan's aura, it had already timidly found a corner to crouch in.

"Hehehe... What an unpleasant sound, little kitten." Lin Fan's voice carried a neurotic hoarseness as he leaned down, close to Qiongqi's compound eyes filled with terror and rage, and sneered, "But, I love hearing the death throes of beasts like you! Feels great!"

Before his words faded, the hand Lin Fan had pressed against Qiongqi's head suddenly exerted force with a push!

"BOOM!"

Qiongqi's head was smashed hard into the ground once more, the pit deepening by several more feet.

"OW—!" Qiongqi convulsed in pain all over, having never suffered such humiliation before.

Its ferocious nature was completely ignited, destructive aura swirling madly around it. It gathered all its strength to concentrate a wave of destructive corrosive energy, trying to turn its head to spray it at the human above, to corrode this damned human and his hand into nothingness.

"Hmm? Still daring to bare your teeth?" Lin Fan's eyes turned sharp, and his free left hand casually waved.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, dozens of streams of light shot out from his sleeve.

They were flying swords; he hadn't even used up all the materials the ancestor rewarded him last time!

The ancestor's kindness is endless!

"Explosive Sword Style - Swarming Bees!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!

Dozens of silver Sword lights, like blood-scenting hornets, shot with pinpoint accuracy towards Qiongqi's gaping mouth and its vulnerable throat and eyes.

A flash of disdain crossed Qiongqi's eyes; it had absolute confidence in its own defense!

These little toys...

"BOOM! BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!"

However, the moment those flying swords made contact with its body, they didn't pierce—they violently exploded.

Blinding balls of fire erupted violently on Qiongqi's oral cavity, throat, face, and even its eyeballs.

The terrifying shockwaves, mixed with scorching metal fragments and wild, chaotic Sword Intent currents, instantly blasted apart the half-formed Breath Attack Qiongqi had been gathering.

They blasted its skin open, flesh torn, scales sent flying, leaving a bloody mess.

"OW OW OW OW—!!!" This time, the howl was no longer just anger, but mixed with unbearable pain and terror.

Its proud defense, in the face of these bizarre exploding flying swords, was actually so fragile?!

This person's strength was only at the Ascender's Void Shattering realm!

It shouldn't be injured by an Ascender at the Void Shattering realm...

"Feels good, doesn't it? Huh? I'm asking you if it feels good!"

Lin Fan shouted excitedly, his hand still firmly pressing Qiongqi's head motionless, while his left hand waved again.

This time, it wasn't dozens, but hundreds—dense, locust-swarm-like flying swords emerged all around him.

"Explosive Sword Style - Torrential Rain!"

Silver light filled the sky like a downpour, instantly completely covering Qiongqi's massive body.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!

An unending series of explosions echoed madly through the bottom level of the Demon Sealing Pagoda, as if a massive ammunition depot had been ignited.

Flames shot towards the ceiling, dust billowed, and rubble shot out in all directions like bullets.

Qiongqi's enormous body twisted, convulsed, and howled miserably amidst the ocean of explosions.

Each explosion tore away a large chunk of its flesh and scales, leaving behind charred pits and gaping wounds! Its proud stitched-together body had now become the perfect target, every part of its structure groaning and shattering under the explosions.

"Roar... St-stop!" Qiongqi's voice carried a tremble of fear for the first time.

It wanted to protect its vital points, but the explosions were everywhere, impossible to guard against completely.

In its chaotic compound eyes, madness was replaced by pain and terror; the look it gave Lin Fan was like looking at a devil wearing human skin.

"Stop? What were you doing to the ancestor just now?

When the ancestor told you to stop, did you?

Now you want This Venerable One to stop?

How dare you even make such a request!?

Hehehe... I haven't had enough fun yet!"

Lin Fan sneered, the madness in his eyes intensifying.

He slowly stood up, finally releasing the hand pressing Qiongqi's head.

A flicker of hope rose in Qiongqi's heart, thinking there might still be a chance.

However, what it saw was the massive sword phantom hovering above Lin Fan's head, emanating an aura so terrifying it made its very soul tremble.

It wasn't a physical entity, but formed from countless streams of Destruction Sword Intent condensed to an extreme.

On the sword's surface, blinding Destruction Sword Intent flowed.

"Sword... Slash... Yellow... Springs!"

Lin Fan enunciated each word slowly, his voice like a judgment from the deepest hell.

He held his hands apart as if gripping an invisible hilt, and fiercely swung down towards the utterly miserable Qiongqi in the pit below.

The hovering giant sword phantom descended with a thunderous crash!

As it fell, the giant sword split—one becoming two, two becoming three, three becoming ten thousand...

In the blink of an eye, endless, countless energy sword shadows shimmering with destructive aura,

Like a unleashed apocalyptic flood, tore through space, carrying the majestic, crushing power of heaven itself, and poured down violently towards the trembling massive figure at the bottom of the pit.

"OW ROAR—!!!"

Qiongqi let out a desperate wail worthy of Tom (the cat).

It no longer cared about any Fierce Beast dignity; its huge bone wings instinctively folded, curling into a ball, trying to use the toughest parts of its body to withstand this annihilating disaster. It just wanted to survive! The person before it was a monster; this wasn't a fight, it was a one-sided slaughter!

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!!

Explosions a hundred times denser and a hundred times more terrifying than the previous "Rain" linked together, completely drowning out Qiongqi's screams.

The entire bottom level of the Demon Sealing Pagoda shook violently, the hard tower walls blasted with dense gaps.

Blinding Sword light and explosive flames intertwined, turning this space into a pure hell of destruction.

Within the dust and chaotic energy flows, one could only vaguely see the massive figure convulsing, shrinking, flesh flying everywhere under the baptism of sword rain and explosions...

Chen Huaian watched while nodding repeatedly, casting approving glances towards Lin Fan.

And Lin Fan, receiving these encouraging looks, puffed out his chest like an elementary school student receiving a big red flower.

Then—

He poured even more effort into unleashing Sword Intent upon Qiongqi!

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Chen Huaian shook his head, watching Qiongqi howl and roll in the Sword light, desperately trying to shrink itself even smaller, and couldn't help but sigh. He shouted in Lin Fan's direction, "Little Lin! Take it easy! Don't actually blow it to ashes! We still need its Demonic Soul!"

From within the dust and Sword light came Lin Fan's voice, carrying a hint of reluctance but also extreme obedience.

—"Yes! Ancestor! This disciple will be careful! I'll leave it with just a breath!"

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One minute later.

At the bottom of the crater created by the sword explosions.

Lin Fan stood holding his sword behind Chen Huaian, his cold glare fixed on the White Tiger's Physical Shell trembling in the corner.

Chen Huaian squatted in front of Qiongqi, which now only had its head left, his expression... kindly.

"Hehe, little fellow..."

He patted Qiongqi's face, "Now, can you listen seriously when This Venerable One speaks?"

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