Chapter 89: The Four Swords of Spirit Annihilation

Blocked by Yang Yan’s figure, a nearly frenzied rage flashed across Leng Yuetian’s face. If his identity token were to fall into the hands of Liu Zhengqing and the others, all his efforts over the past three days would be wasted. Now, standing at the peak of the fourth level of the Sensing Spirit Realm, his desire for the first prize—the Spirit-Breaking Pill—was stronger than anyone else’s.

“Let me show you what true swordsmanship really is!”

With a chilling shout, Leng Yuetian’s face brimmed with murderous intent. He raised his sword, pointing it straight at Yang Yan, and in the next moment, unexpectedly began to chant:

“Flowers wither, leaves fall, flowing water is merciless!”

In a flash, his figure vanished with a rush of spiritual force, and his longsword, like a raging storm, bore down upon Yang Yan!

Yang Yan’s heart tightened. The sword aura was as swift as lightning, already upon him. He dared not be careless. Wisps of pale blue spiritual energy surged along his sword, and with a flick of his wrist, Moonshadow Frost sliced out slantwise, meeting the incoming blade in a clash of power.

Since advancing to the third level of the Sensing Spirit Realm, Yang Yan’s pale blue spiritual energy had increased from thirty wisps to fifty. However, he had expended about ten against the Spirit-Burning Fire Array earlier, and another ten in chasing Xu Shaoguang. Now, less than thirty wisps remained within his spiritual sea.

Sparks burst as steel sang out. Yang Yan’s hands throbbed with pain; the force rebounding from Moonshadow Frost was many times stronger than before. But he had no time to dwell on it—after that strike, Leng Yuetian’s figure vanished!

“Spring vines entwine wood, clinging with tender passion!”

A cold voice sounded behind him. Yang Yan spun around to see countless green lights swirling, layer upon layer of sword shadows rushing toward him like a tidal wave!

Suddenly, the spiritual power between his brows erupted. Yang Yan felt a jolt of alarm—these green sword shadows were no mere illusions, but solid spiritual attacks!

It was unimaginable—the sheer force of spiritual energy in Leng Yuetian’s body could unleash so many attacks at once!

“Destruction Seal!”

In a heartbeat, Yang Yan’s hands formed seals at lightning speed. A translucent, faintly blue crystalline mark shot from his palm, spinning and expanding as it crashed into the oncoming wave of sword shadows.

Clang! Clang! Clang! The sharp ring of impacts echoed endlessly as the sword shadows struck the crystalline seal, sending dazzling sparks flying and waves of spiritual storms sweeping outwards, scattering leaves and branches like wild winds.

With a thunderous boom, the dimming crystalline seal was finally exhausted and exploded with a crisp snap, dissolving into a rain of sparkling light. Yet Yang Yan had no time to breathe a sigh of relief, for a handful of emerald sword beams broke through, shooting toward him at blinding speed.

Clang, clang, clang! Yang Yan spun his wrist, Moonshadow Frost blossoming into a flurry of sword flowers to parry the oncoming attacks.

But with such speed and numbers, two sharp sword beams slipped through, evading Yang Yan’s defense and slashing toward him!

Rip! Rip! The faint sound of fabric tearing was heard. Sharp pain shot through Yang Yan’s shoulder and thigh.

“Dead grass fades, autumn wind chills, startled swan appears!”

Ignoring his wounds, Yang Yan looked up just as Leng Yuetian’s cold face emerged before him. In his right hand, the emerald sword whirled with blinding speed, conjuring a storm of sword light that crashed down upon Yang Yan!

Clang, clang, clang! Yang Yan raised Moonshadow Frost high, his arm moving in a blur as he blocked the relentless onslaught.

Yet, remarkably, Leng Yuetian showed no surprise at his attacks being deflected; instead, a cold smirk curled on his lips.

A sense of dread rose in Yang Yan’s heart. Sure enough, he saw Leng Yuetian’s left hand spring forth, transforming from fist to palm, green light surging with even greater power than before.

So, all those dazzling sword attacks had been a mere feint—this was the real killing blow!

Fully aware of Leng Yuetian’s intent, Yang Yan had no way out. The surging water-element spiritual power within him, mixed with ten wisps of pale blue energy, gathered instantly into his left palm. He met the crushing emerald palm head-on.

Boom!

As their palms collided, a wild storm of green and blue spiritual energy exploded outward in a ring, tearing up the ground around them.

With a muffled thud, Yang Yan’s legs sank several inches into the earth. A tidal wave of force surged up his left arm, sending his innards roiling as if his organs had been thrown into chaos.

Forcing down the metallic taste in his throat, Yang Yan let out a low cry and thrust upward with his left arm, pushing Leng Yuetian violently away!

He did not even have time to catch his breath before alarm gripped him again—Leng Yuetian, somehow, was already standing three meters before him.

But what surprised Yang Yan was that Leng Yuetian did not launch another relentless attack. Instead, he assumed a rather bizarre stance.

“Sparrow poises its beak, swallows fly in tandem, inscribe the phoenix’s feather!”

As his chant fell, Leng Yuetian balanced on one foot, raised his emerald sword high in his right hand above his head, and with his left, stroked along the blade from hilt to tip with two fingers.

A humming sound rose as the green light along the serpentine sword gathered at the tip, the rapidly condensed energy causing the blade to tremble and sing.

At last, Leng Yuetian’s fingers halted at the sword’s tip. A blinding burst of green light erupted there, and his face turned ghostly pale, his right hand trembling as if barely able to hold on.

“Yang Yan, to die beneath my ‘Fourfold Spirit-Extinguishing Sword Technique’—you should consider it an honor!”

“Die for me!”

With a roar dripping with killing intent, Leng Yuetian swung his sword toward Yang Yan.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Three razor-sharp emerald blades of spiritual energy tore through the air with a shriek, shooting toward Yang Yan at a speed the eye could hardly follow!

Though the first blade was still two meters away, its power had already reached him, slicing several fine cuts into his clothes and even drawing beads of blood!

“Soul-Devouring Seal!”

A look of grim resolve flashed in Yang Yan’s eyes. As Leng Yuetian unleashed his killing blow, Yang Yan did not remain idle—crystalline light imbued with ten wisps of pale blue spiritual energy shot out from his hand to meet the attack!