Zhang Long held a half-broken iron sword, his eyes narrowing as he had already begun to gather power. The spiritual energy of his entire body converged to a single point, with sword qi coalescing invisibly on the blade.
The sword aura was hidden and not yet released, yet the sword's might already distorted the surrounding space almost to the point of creasing. The ground began to crack open into deep fissures, further adding to the ruins that were already like a desolate site.
With Chen Mo's consent, Zhang Long took the agreement and launched a fierce strike, wielding his sword with the ferocity of a sudden storm surge. The sword aura burst forth as if an explosive wave had been unleashed.
One slash, and the heavens and earth change color.
A single sword, and the heavens and earth collapse.
At that moment, the golden figure in front of Zhang Long was pierced through. The light ball was still drifting, but a huge hole appeared in the middle, and if it were a person, they would probably have died already.
"That is..."
Xu Zhen and others, who attacked in the instant when the demon beast was driven back, found after a few moves that Zhang Long also attacked.
However, the target he attacked was not the same as the one they were attacking.
Xu Zhen turned around abruptly, looked closely, and his face had already turned pale. He had been too preoccupied with dealing with the demon beast to expect something like this behind him. Now, he was definitely not sitting still.
"Damn, it turns out that this was just a decoy, and the other one is the main target."
After a moment of reflection, Xu Zhen came up with a crazy but entirely reasonable guess.
Upon hearing his words, Zhao Wanli and the other two could not sit still anymore. As Xu Zhen prepared to change their target, they all followed him.
However, before the few could achieve anything, they saw the golden figure suddenly raise its head and emit a sharp explosion, which was deafening and terrifying. The afterwave sent everyone flying back tens of zhang.
After that, a golden barrier appeared around the golden figure, expanding from the center of the figure. In no time, it was about to envelop everyone.
"What is this..."
Dragon Dance, with confusion, subconsciously moved forward and pulled Chen Mo's shoulder to take him away from here if anything went wrong.
"Restriction."
Chen Mo simply uttered two words and turned his gaze to Zhang Long, "From now on, it's up to you. You can also try how powerful the ancient sword god is."
Zhang Long nodded slightly, before speaking, the golden barrier had already enveloped everyone.
The dazzling light lasted for half a moment, and when Chen Mo and the other person regained their senses, they found that they were now standing on top of a pond.
It was the surroundings of the waterfall in the second round.
A thousand zhang high waterfall fiercely hit down, as if the roaring water flowed unceasingly. At the bottom of the waterfall stood four people, who were precisely Xu Zhen and the others who had wanted to attack the golden figure a moment ago.
After recognizing the surroundings, Xu Zhen's heart sank, and he looked up at the waterfall. With a clenched jaw, he stepped into the void and climbed upwards, "Damn it, my Sengyao Sect's treasure, I cannot let a stranger take it away."
In a low voice, he cursed angrily and tried to break free from the shackle and ascend instantly. However, after leaping ten zhang high just now, an invisible force had suppressed him down.
With a loud "thud," Xu Zhen was knocked into the pond like garbage, looking disheveled and pitiful.
"Xu Lao, why is it like this?"
Zhao Wanli and the others looked at Xu Zhen in confusion, their eyes full of curiosity.
Xu Zhen wiped away the water on his face in a mess, his expression dark and gloomy. "He was quicker than us, damned it. I didn't expect that our ancestor only allowed one person to pass through and even set a restriction above it. This way, we can only wait for him to come out to get the treasure."
"That's the only way."
Xue Xing was originally here for the Saint Sword Sect's secret sword technique, Saint Tianjianzi. He was more eager than anyone else to obtain this mysterious swordsmanship. However, since there was a restriction, no matter how eager he was to obtain it, it was of no use.
Thinking of this, he could only sigh helplessly, and was about to leave when he saw Xu Zhen speaking.
"Wait a minute."
Xu Zhen glared at Chen Mo and his companion from a distance, his eyes dark and menacing, then he curled his lips into a sinister smile, "There's a way that can ensure we get the treasure without a shadow of a doubt."
Chen Mo held a large sword horizontally, plunged into the water surface. His eyes were red, with a trace of fatigue, his mind was hazy, his teeth were clenched tightly, and his face looked ferocious.
Seeing Chen Mo in this state, Long Feiwu's heart tightened sharply. Today's Chen Mo was different from usual, making her somewhat uneasy. She couldn't help but speak softly, "Chen Mo?"
There was no response.
And at that very moment, Chen Mo's eyes turned even redder, as if he was a wild beast. Long Feiwu was startled abruptly, realizing that he might have been possessed by a demon. She hastily raised her hand to stop him, but just at the crucial moment, Chen Mo's giant sword trembled abruptly in his hand.
Suddenly, sharp thorns grew from the hilt of the sword, piercing through Chen Mo's right hand and spilling blood. In an instant, the blood was completely absorbed by the hilt. Chen Mo, whose eyes were red and whose face was fierce, also returned to normal in the next moment.
"Hissing..."
Chen Mo took a deep breath, then turned to look at the sword hilt, which was now covered in sharp thorns. He subconsciously tried to let go of the sword, but the hilt seemed to have fused with his hand, making it impossible for him to release it.
"You... you're finally back to normal."
Long Feiwu let out a sigh of relief.
"What happened to me?"
Seeing Long Feiwu's expression, Chen Mo's face showed more confusion.
"Do you not know? Just now, you were possessed, your eyes were red like a wild beast, and you didn't seem to have any consciousness."
Long Feiwu was worried again.
Chen Mo thought back and shook his head seriously.
Long Feiwu lowered his head and thought for a moment before seriously saying, "I think it's because of your sword technique, Chen Mo. Please listen to my advice and don't use this kind of sword technique again."
Chen Mo shook his head again, "Just now, I should have suffered a backlash. The Yan Kongshe Mojiao Sword is very strong, but it also requires a huge amount of qi and blood to use. If the qi and blood are not sufficient, it will result in a backlash. Once I reach the third level, this won't happen anymore."
Chen Mo turned his gaze to the giant sword in his hand, "Thank goodness for it, or I might not have been able to withstand it."
As Chen Mo was speaking, he suddenly felt a few sharp gazes. He looked up and saw Xu Zhen and the others staring at him with unhappy expressions on their faces...
