This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

The first realm of the Flying Sword is supersonic speed.

When the speed of the Flying Sword exceeds the speed of sound, its power undergoes a qualitative transformation, increasing exponentially.

Generally speaking, only a Golden Core Sword Cultivator can train the Flying Sword to surpass the sound barrier.

At this moment, the speed of Lu Qingshan's Flying Sword had already reached eighty percent of the speed of sound.

Though it gets increasingly difficult to improve as one approaches the speed of sound, one must realize that Lu Qingshan is still just a Cultivator at the initial stage of Foundation Establishment.

"To possess such a level of Cultivation at this age is impressive enough, but to master such a terrifying Flying Sword Technique is truly enviable.

However, such a genius is destined to die by my hand today, which is quite a delightful thought!" A malevolent smile appeared on Rain Stone's face.

The assault from Tiger Squad's Cultivators swept out like a torrential storm.

"Trivial trickery!"

In the next moment, a dense black light emerged around Rain Stone.

No matter if it was a Magic Artifact attack or a spell attack, once it struck this black light, it would dissolve as if snowflakes meeting boiling hot water, all melted away.

For the Tiger Squad, just breaking through the defenses had become an insurmountable challenge.

Su Shu had been psychologically prepared for this, knowing that they were facing a Golden Core Cultivator.

But she still had another trick up her sleeve!

Sizzle!

Upon Su Shu's mental command, a layer of azure light abruptly burst forth within the black light protecting Rain Stone.

A slender silver needle appeared within the black light.

This was a Silver Needle Magic Artifact secretly released by Su Shu under the cover of the Blade Rain, meant to weaken the defense of a Defensive Artifact or a Spiritual Power Light Shield.

Not long ago, Su Shu used this Magic Artifact in conjunction with Lu Qingshan to slay Ximen Zi with a single strike.

Under the impregnation of the azure light, the black light instantly diminished to a thin film.

"Die!"

Zhong Ming, who was already in close proximity, had bloodshot eyes, seized the opportunity when the azure light surged and stabbed out with the short sword formed from Yin Qi.

Thud!

The short sword penetrated the protective black light around Rain Stone, then aimed straight for the center of his forehead.

Not good!

As the short sword was about to touch Rain Stone, Zhong Ming felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, a chill spreading up his spine.

Because there was not a trace of panic on Rain Stone's face, but rather a hint of a successful plot.

Thud thud thud thud thud...

Dozens of black needles appeared out of nowhere, and small, dense puncture wounds appeared on Zhong Ming's face.

His head was thoroughly pierced by these black needles!

Where did these black needles come from?

Even in his dying moments, Zhong Ming was filled with this doubt.

"Zhong Ming!" Su Shu exclaimed in horror.

In just an instant, the Tiger Squad, which had launched the swift attack, had its numbers reduced once more.

"Did you think those were all my black needles?" Looking at the lifeless body of Zhong Ming falling to the ground, Rain Stone sneered disdainfully.

The reason why he was called Rain Stone was precisely because of these black needle Magic Artifacts.

The black needles were named Rain Stone Needles, a set of three hundred and sixty in total; he had only released three hundred to face the enemy.

These hidden sixty Rain Stone Needles were specifically reserved for Zhong Ming.

He had even noticed the silver needle Magic Artifact that Su Shu had hidden among the various spells from the very beginning. The reason he had not revealed it was because he had deliberately left a gap, aiming to attract Zhong Ming into close quarters and strike him down in one fell swoop.

Otherwise, with Zhong Ming always lurking in the shadows, he indeed wasn't that easy to kill.

But something seemed off, as if something was missing?

The real person Yushi, who had just slain Zhong Ming, was not complacent but rather furrowed his brow, feeling something was amiss.

In the next moment, real person Yushi abruptly realized what was wrong.

It was that sword cultivator's flying sword!

Among the numerous attacks he had blocked, there was no presence of the flying sword.

Given the speed of the flying sword, it should have been the first to arrive.

Where did this flying sword go?

Hiss!

The sudden whooshing sound by his ear made real person Yushi, who had finally remembered what he had neglected, feel a chill in his heart.

Lu Qingshan, who had feigned a flying sword attack and actually approached Yushi's rear using the Formless Sword Escape, held his sword in both hands, channeling his entire momentum into it; the spiritual power within him surged out like a flood breaching its banks, converging on his sword.

Blood oozed from the corners of Lu Qingshan's mouth.

This was due to the overexertion of maneuvering spiritual power, causing damage to his body's meridians.

Lu Qingshan unleashed his strongest slash yet. Read new chapters at empire

Real person Yushi, who had deliberately exposed a flaw to lure out Zhong Ming, had never anticipated that this very vulnerability would become his death curse.

Caught completely off guard, real person Yushi could only manipulate the sixty Rain Stone Needles that had slain Zhong Ming to block in front of Lu Qingshan's Crying Soul Sword, while frantically forming spell gestures, attempting to use a defensive spell.

At that very moment, in a corner of the stone chamber, the Rat King Ximen Zi, whose Sneaky Talent had kept him unnoticed by real person Yushi, had a silver-grey light flash within his eyes, staring straight at real person Yushi.

A direct attack on the divine soul with an illusion technique!

The Rat King Ximen Zi's bloodline originated from the Illusionary Mouse, which excelled at illusion techniques.

For the Rat King Ximen Zi, who was merely at the Second Grade level, to plunge real person Yushi into a world of illusions was not realistic, but there was no problem in interrupting Yushi's defensive spell in this moment of haste.

Distracted by the Rat King Ximen Zi's illusion technique, real person Yushi's Dharma Seal formation slowed by a beat, and it was this slight delay that prevented him from casting his defensive spell when Lu Qingshan's Crying Soul Sword came slashing down.

Boom!

The Crying Soul Sword, like a massive hammer, struck down upon the Rain Stone Needles.

In the midst of the fierce collision sounds, sparks flew and a continuous crackling echoed in the air.

The Crying Soul Sword broke through the layers of Rain Stone Needles and struck Yushi's chest with immense difficulty.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Clang!

A dazzling spiritual light flashed again from real person Yushi's waist, gathering at his chest, warding off Lu Qingshan's onslaught.

Lu Qingshan was not surprised that real person Yushi had an automatically-triggered defensive artifact.

Wind Slash!

Lu Qingshan let out a low shout, spiritual power erupting recklessly from the sword, as two ethereal afterimages emerged.

The Returning Ruins Scripture, a Taoist Level Cultivation Technique, provided spiritual power of extremely pure quality; that was the confidence behind Lu Qingshan's sword.

With the blessing of Returning Ruins spiritual power, the Crying Soul Sword once again broke through Yushi's final layer of defense, slashing onto his chest.

Under this one strike, real person Yushi flew backwards like a kite with its string cut.

For this attack, Lu Qingshan had also paid a hefty price.

Numerous cracks crept along the blade of the Crying Soul Sword, which had endured the fierce collision, emitting sounds like ice breaking.

The Crying Soul Sword, crafted from soul stone, though capable of Soul Shock, was somewhat more fragile compared to other sword artifacts.

This intense collision had indeed exceeded the limits of the Crying Soul Sword.

Crack!

With a plaintive light snap, the Crying Soul Sword shattered into hundreds of fine fragments, scattering everywhere.

The sword, destroyed!

Even though the Crying Soul Sword was not his life-bound sword, seeing the sword he had used for so long turn into fragments, with only the hilt left in his hand, Lu Qingshan still felt a pang of loss.