Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 783: One Sword to Annihilate

Chapter 783: One Sword to Annihilate

Something bad is about to happen!

This was Old Fu's first reaction.

His reaction wasn't wrong.

His second reaction was—run!

Run fast!

Old Fu detached from the shadow behind Li Qingran and turned to flee. His Battle Soul gave him the ability to manipulate and merge with shadows, and almost instantly, he had already teleported to the shadow in the corner of the wall. Yet, even here, that sharp and ferocious pressure showed not the slightest decrease and was even continuing to expand.

Boom—!

The radiance of the Sword Sphere, after expanding to its limit, exploded with a thunderous roar.

Unable to discern the sound of the explosion, in the ensuing silence, there was only a tinnitus so terrifying it made one's Divine Soul tremble.

The savage, unparalleled Sword Intent, like a Fierce Beast slumbering since time immemorial, abruptly awakened.

It transformed into a towering, sky-reaching whirlwind of destruction, instantly swallowing Li Ji whole.

Li Ji didn't even have time to let out a single scream.

The Flame Boar Battle Soul had just been summoned, its fiery eyes flashing with fear and despair.

It even wanted to shrink back into Li Ji's body, back into the World Ring.

However, there simply wasn't time.

Before this absolute power, they were as fragile as paper. Li Ji's flesh, bones, and soul, all were ground into dust by tens of thousands of invisible Sword Qi within a thousandth of an instant, completely dissipating between heaven and earth.

Boom!

The Sword Intent whirlwind's momentum did not diminish. With an unstoppable force, it violently tore through the great hall, shattered the pillars, and flattened the pavilions.

Nearly the entire Flame Boar Family's estate, before this destructive power, collapsed and disintegrated like a sandcastle.

It was plowed open, leaving a massive trench hundreds of meters wide and bottomlessly deep, as if cleaved by a divine giant sword.

Ruined walls and scattered debris lay everywhere, dust and smoke filled the air.

When that suffocating pressure of Sword Intent finally slowly dissipated.

All that remained in the original spot was a shocking, enormous crater and a chaotic expanse of ruins at its edges.

"Ah—my legs! My legs!!!"

A piercing shriek, distorted to the point of being unrecognizable, shattered the deathly silence.

Rong Wuhua was seen collapsed at the edge of the deep crater. Her two legs were gone from below the hips, the severed ends smooth as a mirror, with blood gushing out incessantly.

Extreme pain and terror twisted her face into a grotesque mask as she let out inhuman howls.

This scream also jolted awake the surrounding surviving servants and family members who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion.

Looking at the apocalyptic scene before them, seeing the vanished estate and the missing clan head, and hearing Rong Wuhua's miserable wails, they were all scared out of their wits, thrown into chaos. Yet, no one dared to step forward to help, and even less dared to attack the figure in plain white standing at the center of the ruins.

Everyone's gazes, filled with terror, focused on Li Qingran. They only felt a chill shoot from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads, their teeth chattering uncontrollably.

The clan head was killed by Li Qingran?

Did Li Qingran gain such terrifying power just from a trip to the Battle Soul Hall?

This… this can't be right!

In the shadowy corner of the ruined walls, Old Fu slowly revealed his hunched figure.

His aged face was etched with an expression of disbelief and astonishment, his eyes fixed intently on Li Qingran standing there with her sword.

Lord Qin Feng still sent him to protect this girl?

No, does this girl even need protection?!

The power of that strike just now absolutely reached the level of a titled Epic's full-force blow.

Just what is Li Qingran's background?!

Her wandering past must be hiding a massive secret.

Li Qingran paid no attention to the surrounding chaos and fear, her gaze coldly sweeping over the surviving crowd.

"Whoever moves, dies."

Her clear, cold voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable killing intent that instantly silenced all the commotion.

Everyone was frozen in place, not even daring to breathe heavily.

She raised a hand, pointing at a vaguely familiar person whose name she could barely recall: "You, take me to the dungeon to find my mother. Now."

That person didn't dare to move, not even daring to shift his eyeballs.

Li Qingran just said, whoever moves, dies.

Should he move now or not?

Would following Li Qingran's order mean being blown to dust the next second?

Pointed at by Li Qingran, he felt like crying but had no tears, a sudden urge to urinate rising in his lower abdomen.

"I told you to take me to find my mother!" Li Qingran repeated, then, realizing something, coughed lightly, looking slightly embarrassed. "You can move."

The servant felt as if granted a great pardon, his legs going weak, almost collapsing to the ground.

But under Li Qingran's calm gaze, he hurriedly scrambled to his feet, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Y-Young Lady… this… this way please…"

…

In the damp, dark corner of the dungeon, Li Qingran found Yang Fei, chained up, covered in wounds and bruises.

She had clearly been beaten, her clothes torn, her face and body covered in bruises, her breath faint.

"Qingran?!" Yang Fei was awakened by the sound of the lock opening. Her blurry vision focused on her daughter's face, first showing disbelief and joy, then immediately replaced by immense panic. "Y-you, how did you get here?! Did they capture you too? Did they give you a hard time?!"

She struggled, wanting to check if her daughter was injured, but the movement agitated her own wounds, causing her to gasp sharply in pain.

"Mother, I'm fine. No one can give me a hard time." A pang of pain shot through Li Qingran's heart. She hurried forward, using the Su Xian Sword to cut the chains, carefully supporting Yang Fei. "Don't worry, I'm here to take you home."

"Home? But Li Ji, he…" Yang Fei was suspicious and uncertain. The deathly silence faintly coming from outside made her uneasy.

"Outside… there was such a huge commotion just now… what happened?" She grabbed Li Qingran's hand, her voice trembling slightly with fear.

Li Qingran avoided the heavy details. While gently feeding a mild Healing Pill into Yang Fei's mouth, she said softly, "It's nothing, just a minor trouble… it's already resolved. Mother, let's leave this place first."

She carefully lifted Yang Fei onto her back and walked steadily outward.

When they stepped out of the dungeon and saw the scene outside, Yang Fei's breath hitched sharply, her entire body stiffening.

What met her eyes was no longer the familiar courtyards and pavilions, but a terrifying expanse of ruins and a massive, deep, dark crater!

Ruined walls and scattered debris, the dust not yet fully settled.

Rong Wuhua, who had been so arrogant at the dungeon door earlier, was nowhere to be seen. The few remaining servants were hiding far away, their gazes toward them filled with unconcealed fear.

No…

That wasn't fear of them.

It was only fear of Li Qingran.

Did Li Qingran do all this?

Unbelievable.

Yang Fei's heart pounded wildly. Countless questions flooded her mind, but as she lay on her daughter's seemingly slender yet exceptionally steady back, feeling her daughter's firm, forward-moving steps, and looking at the fearful, snake-scorpion-like gazes of the people around them, she seemed to understand something, yet also seemed to understand nothing.

In the end, a thousand words condensed into an extremely soft sigh.

She asked nothing, only gently rested her face against her daughter's shoulder, her arms holding on a little tighter.

No matter what happened, the one taking her away from here right now was her daughter.

Feeling her mother's silence and reliance, Li Qingran's heart melted into tenderness, yet also ached with bitterness.

Back in the Cangyun Realm, when her father and mother were in danger, she was powerless to resist, forced to watch them die on the battlefield, killed by treacherous villains.

But now, she had the power to protect those by her side.

She would not let the same regret happen again, not for Yang Fei, and not for her Master either.

Wasn't this the very purpose of her coming to the Small Thousand World to train?

At this moment, Li Qingran's mind felt exceptionally clear, her thoughts unprecedentedly lucid. It seemed her mental state had broken through at this very instant.

But no joy showed on her face. She only steadied her hold on her mother more firmly, step by step walking out of the dungeon.

Passing by the edge of the deep crater, where Rong Wuhua was still wailing miserably, Li Qingran's steps paused slightly.

Rong Wuhua, hazy from excruciating pain and blood loss, suddenly saw Li Qingran's figure and was jolted with terror.

The instinct for survival made her desperately writhe backward to escape, but she forgot she was right at the edge of the deep crater.

"No… don't kill me! Ah—!"

A cry of despair escaped her as she lost her balance and tumbled directly into the bottomless sword crater.

Her screams were quickly swallowed by the darkness, soon falling silent.

Li Qingran cast a cold glance at the deep, dark crater and did not linger.

Things had come to this.

The Flame Boar Family had nothing to do with her anymore.

The karma was severed.

Although… it was severed by her Master's sword.

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