Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 743: Outcome Decided

Chapter 743: Outcome Decided

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Chen Huaian: "..."

He originally thought this Corpse Emperor would provide some slightly useful information.

But in the end, he only received a few threats buried within a mountain of nonsense.

Fine!

Won't talk?

Then I'll beat it out of you!

Two cold stars flashed in Chen Huaian's eyes. The Black Scales Sword's blade tilted slightly, and a surging galaxy of stars began to stir behind him.

Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes, looking at Corpse Emperor Jiang who was calmly approaching step by step from not far away.

Seeing the confusion on Chen Huaian's face, Corpse Emperor Jiang threw his head back and laughed maniacally.

"Do you think this is? This is the ancient battlefield, the Immortal Burial Ground! It is my Domain!

Within my Domain, all treasures, all divine abilities, all techniques are rendered useless!"

Emperor Jiang pointed his sword at Chen Huaian. The distance between them was less than ten feet. The Blood Fiend Energy of the entire battlefield converged towards Emperor Jiang's body, coalescing behind him into a ferocious, clawing blood dragon. Beneath the dragon was the legion of thousands, the army that followed Emperor Jiang.

Behind Chen Huaian, however, there was only empty, dead silence and darkness.

He only had the sword in his hand.

If an ordinary cultivator faced the oppressive might of an entire Domain, seeing the Emperor Jiang and the legion before them, and on top of that, being unable to use divine abilities or treasures...

They would likely be scared out of their wits.

But after a brief moment of confusion, only calm indifference remained on Chen Huaian's face.

"If I'm not mistaken, the three rules—cannot use sword moves, cannot use divine abilities, and cannot use treasures—apply to you as well, correct?"

Chen Huaian stared at the sword in Emperor Jiang's hand.

The River Sinker had the property of freezing enemies; normally, just holding it would cause cold air to seep out.

But at this moment, this River Sinker was like an ordinary weapon, possessing only the appearance of the River Sinker, but none of the properties it had as a magical artifact.

"You are a clever man." Emperor Jiang looked at Chen Huaian, a complex mix of appreciation and pity flickering in his eyes.

Pity that, no matter what, one could never defeat the Celestial God Clan.

Since this outcome was already known.

It was better to let this ridiculous farce end right here.

"Within my Domain, it is a pure contest of Stance and Intent!

I have experienced countless cycles of reincarnation, countless deaths. The death of every single one of my clones was, for me, a moment of enlightenment.

You, however, have cultivated for barely a year. Even with the Dragon Soul inheritance, it merely boosted your cultivation level. In terms of Stance and Intent, how could you possibly be my match?

Today, I shall let you properly experience what it means to be on different levels of existence!"

Emperor Jiang's words fell like cold iron, crashing onto the silent battlefield.

No response.

Chen Huaian moved.

He did not possess the earth-shaking, heaven-startling imposing aura of Corpse Emperor Jiang.

Restricted by the Domain, he also lacked his dazzling sword moves.

His figure shot forward.

Like a shadow merging into this land of death, or like a wisp of smoke brushed over dry bones by the wind.

The Black Scales Sword extended forward, delivered soundlessly.

The blade cut through the air, its trajectory gentle and elusive, seemingly slow yet actually fast.

Time seemed to be stretched by an invisible force at this moment, becoming viscous.

Where the sword tip passed, it left not the slightest whisper of wind, yet space rippled like the calm surface of water disturbed by a dropped stone, spreading circles of ripples invisible to the naked eye.

So what if sword moves and divine abilities are sealed?

Can they seal his Sword Intent?

Can they seal... his Path?!

*Scree—!*

A dragon-like sword cry rang out.

The ghostly green flames in Emperor Jiang's eyes flared violently.

He felt it!

What condensed upon that sword's trajectory was a sharp, nearly tangible will.

His condensed Blood Fiend Domain actually could not completely suppress this "Intent," which was pure to the extreme.

"Don't even think about it!" he roared, a bellow like that of an ancient beast.

His massive Corpse Emperor True Form erupted with an incongruous swiftness.

The River Sinker in his hand carried the heavy, crushing momentum of a thousand-strong cavalry charge, wrapped in the accumulated Blood Fiend malice of ten thousand years on this battlefield. Like a collapsing mountain peak, it ferociously cleaved towards that elusive sword shadow.

The sword stance was heavy, tearing the air with a dull, mournful howl.

Chen Huaian's sword, however, remained agile.

At the very instant the sword tip was about to collide with the River Sinker.

Its trajectory suddenly shifted by an extremely minute degree.

Like a fish flicking its tail, it brushed perilously close along the heavy, mountain-like spine of the opposing sword.

*Hum!*

The space grazed by the Black Scales Sword's edge rippled even more visibly.

Several fragments of decayed bone, stained with black blood and swept up by Emperor Jiang's sword wind, experienced a bizarre stagnation the moment they contacted that intangible sword path.

They seemed frozen in the river of time, maintaining their scattered posture for an instant.

Only then did they continue to drift down along their original trajectory.

However, at the positions where they had been "passed through" by the sword light, the bone fragments themselves bore absolutely smooth, mirror-like, minuscule cut marks.

A sliver of time had been severed here!

A frantic alarm screamed in Emperor Jiang's mind.

It was too late for his heavy River Sinker to pull back for defense.

His massive body displayed astonishing flexibility, bending sharply backward at the waist, narrowly avoiding the fatal sword light that skimmed past his chest and abdomen.

The icy sword edge brushed past his decayed imperial robe, soundlessly.

The ferocious dragon pattern on the imperial robe was smoothly sliced open, the cut edge showing not a single fray.

Chen Huaian's figure had already passed by Emperor Jiang, landing several yards behind him, his back facing the mountain of corpses.

Emperor Jiang steadied himself and looked down at the smooth cut on the front of his imperial robe. The ghostly green pupils in his deeply sunken eye sockets contracted violently.

If not for his quick reaction, that sword just now would have bisected his Corpse Emperor body at the waist.

The "Intent" on that sword edge could actually ignore the defenses of his Corpse Emperor physique.

"A fine sword!" Emperor Jiang's voice held a trace of hoarseness from the shock, but more than that, it was filled with thoroughly ignited resentment and savage ferocity. "But not enough!"

He spun around violently. The River Sinker transformed into a heavy crimson twilight, carrying a crushing, berserk will, and swept forward once more.

*Boom—!*

The sword wind howled, churning up the viscous blood-mud from the ground, transforming it into waves of filthy blood that blotted out the sky and covered the earth.

Chen Huaian still had his back to him.

Just as that crushing tide of blood was about to engulf him, his wrist turned slightly.

The Black Scales Sword thrust out silently from beneath his ribs at an impossible angle.

This sword was faster than the eye could follow.

No trajectory, no warning, as if it had appeared out of thin air.

The sword tip concentrated a point of ultimate cold radiance, piercing through the howling blood waves, aiming with pinpoint accuracy at Emperor Jiang's sword-wielding wrist.

Emperor Jiang felt a bone-piercing chill at his wrist, as if it were about to be penetrated by thousand-year-old ice.

He roared, forcibly changing his move, dragging the heavy River Sinker back to block.

*Clang!*

A crisp metallic ring finally exploded across the silent battlefield.

The two swords had collided for the first time, solidly.

Chen Huaian used the force of the collision. His body, like weightless willow catkins, drifted back several steps. He finally turned around, the Black Scales Sword pointing diagonally at the ground.

Emperor Jiang, however, had his arm numbed by the terrifying penetrating force concentrated at the sword tip, nearly losing his grip on the heavy River Sinker.

*Thump, thump, thump.*

He retreated three steps in succession, each step leaving a deep crater in the blood-mud.

The two faced each other once more.

Emperor Jiang stood with the savage gash on his imperial robe, his sword-holding hand trembling slightly. The ghostly green flames in his sunken eye sockets danced madly, his gaze filled with utter disbelief.

Chen Huaian stood holding his sword, his aura steady.

At the tip of the Black Scales Sword, a drop of dark red corpse blood slowly gathered, then dripped soundlessly, splattering onto the white bone beneath his feet, blooming into a filthy blood flower.

The outcome was decided.

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