hotmtlnovel Chapter 79 Decisive
Chapter 79 Decisive
"What audacity!"
Just then, another furious shout echoed from not far away.
Suddenly, another Martial Saint from the Royal Family, Bian Liancheng, broke through the air and entered the battlefield in an instant.
His gaze swept over everyone, focusing intently on Lv Jianfeng and Jiang Sheng.
Even though they were fully armed, their faces obscured, Bian Liancheng still identified them immediately: "Are you trying to rebel!?"
"Indeed..."
"I knew it, the Royal Family still has Martial Saints hidden!"
The two Grandmasters spoke, but showed no hint of surprise, instead turning their gaze towards Alkaid.
Now came...
the most critical moment of this battle.
Alkaid...
would he be able to slay these two Royal Family Martial Saints?
It was slaying, not just defeating.
If he could, the following moves would surely be overwhelmingly victorious.
If not...
As long as the Martial Saint was there, the Liao Royal Family remained.
None of the nine Noble Families could bear the relentless assassinations and vengeance from a hidden Martial Saint.
"Here it comes."
Alkaid said calmly, holding the sword in one hand, slightly crouching.
With an explosive force from his feet, he shot out like an arrow released from a bow.
"Let's settle this once and for all."
"Impudence!"
Bian Liancheng bellowed, his shout thunderous, his aura surging rapidly as if to transform into substance and crush Alkaid.
If it were someone else...
Even a Grandmaster would be affected by such an intimidating aura.
Like a common man holding a firearm, knowing he could fatally wound a tiger, yet when the tiger's roar filled the forest and it charged, he would still involuntarily fear, overwhelmed by the aura.
But...
Alkaid had slain more than a handful of demon beasts with Martial Saint Level strength.
Moreover, even Celestial Martial Saint Ji Pingtian could not suppress him in terms of aura, let alone a common Martial Saint trying to overpower him with a shout?
The Alkaid Sword, lunging forward, did not pause for even a split second, like a glint of cold light, piercing through the void, and aiming straight at Bian Liancheng.
The speed of the sword was as fast as thunder.
"Liancheng, be careful!"
Liao Zhenguo shouted lowly, his figure bursting forth, charging towards Alkaid again.
"Crescent Moon!"
Facing the thunderous sword light from Alkaid, Bian Liancheng did not dodge or evade, his blade like a cold moon, tearing towards Alkaid's sword edge in an instant.
In that moment of striking, Alkaid seemed to truly see a round of cold moonlight illuminating the night sky, tempting one to immerse in its allure.
This was...
An illusion!
The blade in Bian Liancheng's hand was clearly a Divine Weapon, waving it brought forth illusions.
And the effect of the illusion was even more exquisite than the Divine Shadow Sword, having an effect of daunting the soul.
Comparable to the Divine Intent of the Martial Saint.
In other words, with this blade, Bian Liancheng was capable of fighting a Celestial Martial Saint.
Although he could not match a true Celestial Martial Saint in terms of vigor manipulation and bursts, if assisted by secret techniques, he would stand his ground in a head-on confrontation for a short duration.
"Zhenguo!"
As the blade was struck, Bian Liancheng shouted lowly.
Liao Zhenguo instantly guessed his intention.
The sword light tore through the air.
The Divine Shadow Sword, with the force of sweeping through a thousand troops, instantly reached in front of Liao Zhenguo.
However, as this Zhenguo Martial Saint transformed his fist into a palm, his gauntleted hand seemed to emit a shocking suction force, actually causing the Divine Shadow Sword, originally slashing towards his throat, to fall directly into the palm of his hand.
It was as if Alkaid had intentionally handed the sword to Liao Zhenguo.
Especially since...
The trajectory of the slashing sword was forcibly altered, and his body also involuntarily changed, exposing him completely in an instant.
Seizing this opportunity, Liao Zhenguo roared lowly, his other hand wide open, fiercely reaching towards Alkaid's head.
Within a single palm strike, a profundity akin to Ji Pingtian's "Dragon Elephant Dominating" surged to his mind, belonging to the Heavenly Human Realm.
The sense of space seemed confused at that moment.
It appeared not that Liao Zhenguo was trying to tightly grasp Alkaid's head, but rather that Alkaid was actively offering his head to his palm, allowing him to control his fate.
Killing move · Who Controls Fate!
With his wide palm and the cold metallic luster emitted from his glove, once caught, Alkaid's head would undoubtedly be crushed to pieces.
"You've trained well, but unfortunately..."
It was useless!
The next moment, an invisible ripple emanated from Alkaid, instantly dispersing the profound mastery that seemed to dominate all beings under heaven and earth.
Almost simultaneously, Alkaid's left hand formed a sword finger and stabbed directly forward.
No!
It wasn't a sword finger!
The Chengying Sword, nourished by the Formless Secret Art, had unknowingly slipped from his arm, invisible and traceless, striking out.
The target of the sword point...
Was shockingly Liao Zhenguo's palm!
"This is!?"
Liao Zhenguo acutely felt the terrifying sharpness at the center of his palm.
But...
It was too late!
In the moment his Celestial Fist Technique "Who Controls Fate" was broken, the outcome was already sealed.
As the Chengying Sword's blade pierced from Liao Zhenguo's palm into his hand, the astonishing sharpness instantly tore through the muscles and fibers of his palm and wrist and passed between the gaps of the ulna and radius, and eventually...
It forcefully penetrated his brow with the force of thunder.
"I..."
Liao Zhenguo's pupils dilated.
"Shh!"
Draw the sword!
Withdraw!
In the final fading consciousness of this Liao family Martial Saint, he could clearly see Alkaid withdrawing the sword without a moment's pause, turning his gaze directly towards Dayu King Liao Shanhe.
Striding meteorically!
With swift and fierce determination!
Resolute and ruthless!
Without any hesitation!
As if the person he killed was not some Martial Saint capable of altering the fate of a nation, but rather some insignificant stray cats and dogs.
Such formidable strength...
Such resolute will...
Such astonishing agility...
Could it really be all concentrated in a nineteen-year-old youth?
And the Liao family...
To curry favor with the Rebirth Society, they unhesitatingly served as the society's dogs, standing against such a promising figure destined to become a high-level cultivator!?
As his vision gradually dimmed, he seemed to see the glorious flames burning through each high-ranking member of the Liao family, dragging its four hundred years of splendor towards darkness, towards the end.