Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 741: Your Turn

Chapter 741: Your Turn

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The newcomers did not come with good intentions.

The murderous aura bearing down on him told Chen Huaian that much.

To his left, a winding colossal shadow.

Its slendery body was covered in deep-blue scales that reflected a cold sheen under the sword light.

It did not show its head; the enormous body coiled in the darkness, exuding a chill so suffocating it felt like the deep sea.

A pair of huge lantern-like vertical pupils glowed from the higher darkness, flickering with a cruel, ghostly light, like a venomous snake that had locked onto its prey.

To his right, a leaping shadow.

That flame burned soundlessly, twisting the surrounding space, emitting a temperature that scorched the soul and an absolute, pure will to annihilate.

From within the depths of the flames, a pair of tiger eyes burned with the same black fire, staring at Chen Huaian without any emotion.

And in the very center…

Clang!

A heavy, muffled crash!

A gigantic coffin slammed down in the darkness not far in front of Chen Huaian!

The coffin was cast from some dim metal, its surface etched with intricate, perversely twisted runes, radiating an ancient, heavy, heartstopping sense of doom.

That aura… gave Chen Huaian a strange sense of familiarity.

Yet it was laced with a bone-deep chill that came from the soul’s core.

The coffin was sealed tight, standing motionless, like a portal to the nine netherworlds.

But just its presence seemed to drain all life from the surroundings.

It made the darkness thicker, and made the heavy footfalls and the pressure from the two monstrous beasts on either side even harder to breathe under.

Three enemies formed a triangular encirclement around Chen Huaian.

On the left, the deep-sea blue flood dragon.

On the right, the ferocious tiger wreathed in destructive black flames.

In the center was the giant coffin that exuded ominousness and that faint, familiar aura.

Footsteps ceased.

Absolute darkness and dead silence fell again.

Only the faint gleam from the sword in Chen Huaian’s hand stubbornly flickered in that frozen terror, revealing his face set like iron.

Putting the dragon and the black tiger aside for a moment, Chen Huaian had seen many things—though his experience was mostly confined to the Cangyun Realm.

This dragon was not the same as Cangyun’s dragons.

The black tiger was incomparable to the Black Wind Sage.

Still, they were species Chen Huaian could not identify, and they did exert a measure of pressure on someone in the early Unity stage like him.

But neither the dragon nor the black tiger posed a real threat to Chen Huaian.

He was confident he could fell the two ferocious beasts within ten moves.

It was just… the coffin in the middle that he couldn’t read.

He had never seen that coffin before, though the aura it gave off felt oddly familiar.

Who could be inside that coffin?

Before Chen Huaian could ponder further, the dragon and the black tiger had already stepped forward.

Only that coffin remained motionless as if holding the line.

Is the thing inside the coffin just going to stay in there?

Chen Huaian sneered, “Trying to be all mysterious… planning to let this dragon and tiger test my strength for you?”

Darkness, solid as iron.

Killing intent, already boiling.

To the left, the deep-blue scale light tore the darkness apart, silent and swift.

That winding, massive body carried a sea-deep cold as it rushed to strangle, the air emitting a moan as it was compressed.

The giant vertical pupil locked onto Chen Huaian, ice-cold and merciless.

To the right, scorching heat assaulted him.

That leaping black shadow bore light-devouring black flames; the tiger’s roar was silent, only the space warped and burned by high temperature.

Those jet-black flaming tiger eyes held nothing but an intent to destroy.

Two diametrically opposed forces, one cold and one hot, one constricting and one lunging, closed off every avenue of escape for Chen Huaian.

The giant coffin in the center remained deathly still, like the eye of an abyss, watching indifferently.

“If it were just those two, that would—”

“Not be enough to watch!”

Chen Huaian’s voice was very soft, yet in the absolute silence it was startlingly clear.

He moved.

No retreat was needed, no parry required.

Only a single beam of light.

A pitch-black light.

The Black Scales Sword flashed from its sheath, and for a moment time seemed to halt.

The blade did not blaze with radiance; it bore a single, extreme darkness that seemed capable of slicing through chaos.

That was not the sword’s light; the sword itself cleaved space, devouring the already-faint light around it, leaving a trail of void.

The sword light split left and right.

To the left, it met the deep-blue, constricting body.

There was no clang of metal meeting metal, only an extremely faint sound, like silk being torn.

When the deep-blue scales met that dark sword light, they parted silently like fins cutting water.

The massive dragon body kept surging on by inertia, yet a smooth, mirror-like cut appeared at the seven-inch point and rapidly widened.

The ferocious dragon head, still lunging forward, was already completely severed from the winding body, the huge vertical pupil left with a look of incredulous shock.

The dragon’s blue blood had not even spurted out before the sword light bent to the right.

To the right, the destructive black flame leapt.

The Black Scales Sword traced an arc of profound mystery, its tip trembling as if shattering the void.

Sword intent concentrated on a single point, unyielding, and stabbed straight for the core of that leaping black shadow—between the two tiger eyes that burned with black flame!

Sss—!

The tip pierced the black flame.

With a piercing sword cry, raging sword aura exploded behind the black tiger, sweeping like a tangible hurricane toward the black coffin.

That viscous, all-devouring black flame, upon contacting the utterly sharpened edge of the sword tip, seemed to meet its nemesis and emitted a wailing shriek like billions of resentful souls! The flame of annihilation was torn apart by sword intent!

The sword light flashed and vanished.

The burning black tiger’s form went rigid at once.

Its lunging posture froze in the darkness, the surging black flames around it as if frozen.

Then a straight, smooth fissure ran down from between its brows, slicing through the entire huge body.

The fissure widened.

The two halves of the tiger’s burning body, their edges cleanly cut, silently slid apart and collapsed. The black flame lost its core and, like spilled ink, contorted and dissipated into the dark until it finally went out, leaving only the acrid smell of char.

At the same time, the sword aura that had cut through their bodies was easily stopped by the black coffin.

From the moment Chen Huaian drew his blade to the two massive carcasses thundering to the ground, barely a breath had passed.

Only then did the deep-blue dragon blood gush like a waterfall, blackening the ground.

Embers flickered on the cleaved black tiger remains.

The Demon Sealing Pagoda’s lower level returned to dead silence.

Only the thick stench of blood and burnt flesh lingered.

And the Black Scales Sword, its tip angled toward the floor.

The blade remained cold and unsoiled, as if those two brilliant strikes had not even come from his hand.

Chen Huaian stood where he was, his robe fluttering though there was no wind.

He did not even look at the quickly cooling remains on the ground.

His gaze, like two invisible blades, pierced the viscous darkness and fixed firmly on the silent giant coffin in the center.

He did not really want to kill any monsters.

But facing the dragon and the black tiger, he changed his mind.

He had treated them as allies, yet they had come at him with murderous intent.

If he spared them after that, he might as well give up the sword and become a priest.

Besides, his Path of Slaughter was meant to be built on countless corpses.

Suffice to say, anyone who dared come, Chen Huaian dared to kill!

The tower was terrifyingly quiet.

Only the beat of Chen Huaian’s own heart, steady and powerful.

And… from deep within the giant coffin, as if from something sealed for ten thousand years, came an extremely faint sound… a sigh?

Or perhaps… the light clink of chains?

A cold arc lifted at the corner of Chen Huaian’s mouth. His voice was low but it cut through the dead silence with crystal clarity:

“Your… turn!”

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