Chapter 1062: Chapter 598: The Heart Demon Reveals Itself (Bonus 3-in-1)

A Blood Pearl splattered across the nearest obsessor’s face. Chen Yi, fueled by the excruciating pain, spun his body with brute force, and the swirling sword light dispersed it into nothingness.

A new encirclement was forming; even after breaking through, Chen Yi couldn’t escape. He suddenly changed his grip, thrusting the sword handle backward to pierce the ambusher’s chest. Taking advantage of the situation, he pulled the rampaging Sword Qi into his hand.

At the moment when the sword blades crossed, he swung the Sword Qi in all directions, finally blasting open a path amidst the flying debris and rocks.

But the obsessors reacted even faster.

As Chen Yi tried to lure out a gap, the obsessor in front suddenly abandoned defense and allowed him to pierce its throat, only to enable a companion’s sword to penetrate his right flank from behind.

Chen Yi twisted his body to dodge, slicing through the human wall with the Wind-breaking and Rain-cutting, and suddenly noticed that the edge of the Sword Intent World was contracting, as if the obsessors were using their bodies as chains to tighten his movement range.

These obsessors... are much more troublesome than before... Chen Yi had a moment to realize this.

For the past three days, Chen Yi had continuously entered to dispel her obsessions, becoming extremely familiar. The obsessors always fought separately without cooperation, never joining forces as they did today.

Was it because Zhou Yitang was in a deadly duel with the Blind Arrow, affecting the obsessors within the Heart Lake?

Chen Yi narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and hoarsely murmured, "...serves you right..."

"Are you insulting me again?"

The voice came again, and Chen Yi turned sharply, but couldn’t find the owner of the voice, unable to determine the direction, like an unconscious hallucination.

Heart Demon...

The Heart Demon that Zhou Yitang avoided discussing.

For the past three days, this Heart Demon had previously spoken similarly by his ear, but after receiving Zhou Yitang’s warnings, Chen Yi tried not to respond. Even if she showed no hostility, he dared not risk contacting her.

Heart Demons are, after all, matters of the Great Dao and cannot be acted upon rashly. Even if Chen Yi wanted to dispel it for her, now was not the right time, as unnecessary disturbances could not be afforded at this crucial moment.

Chen Yi slowly exhaled, ignored it, and once again broke into the formation.

Sword moves and Sword Gang crisscrossed and clashed, the killing frenzy was intense, and Chen Yi fiercely fought against the surging Sword Qi, bleeding profusely from his shoulders.

He was already slightly exhausted but still gritted his teeth and persevered.

The obsessors’ encirclement was tightening and accelerating. Zhou Yitang seemed to have lost control over the obsessors, and the intersecting Sword Qi cut across wantonly.

Chen Yi’s sword slowed by half a beat.

The previous spinning slash, capable of shredding three or four obsessors, now could only barely sever two gray silhouettes.

The sword-pierced blood hole in his thigh began to heat up, and every step felt like he’d stepped into boiling oil. On the seventh deflection of an oblique sword strike, he heard a faint cracking sound in his hand bone.

More obsessors surged forward.

Relentlessly, still trying to tear him to pieces.

"Enough!"

Hearing the familiar voice and words once again, Chen Yi momentarily hesitated.

Yet the mass of obsessors did not seize the opportunity to strike but uniformly halted their steps and slowly retreated like a tide, as if in deference.

A familiar figure emerged from the obsessors, unlike the faceless obsessors; she had a face,

Master?

No... Chen Yi shook his head vigorously; although identical, this was definitely not the Master...

She had two hands.

.........

Rain slanted down, and at this moment, the raindrops were long and densely packed, drawing countless parallel lines between heaven and earth, a curtain of rain covering the two world’s top ten figures.

One whose name was always deserved, the other whose name was now undeserved.

The former with arrows, the latter with a sword.

The rain curtain was instantly torn apart.

This momentary change was like a thunderclap on the ground but still too slow, because before the rain curtain tore, the Blind Arrow had already released the bowstring, and the arrowhead was flying toward them.

The renowned Sword Armor raised a hand, and the raindrops caught by the Ruoque Sword sizzled and turned into white smoke as they struck the searing hot iron-like blade, and as the arrow tip met the sword blade, it cleaved through like a hot knife cutting ice.

The formidable power that required Chen Yi’s combined efforts of blade and sword to barely withstand was instantly dissipated in Zhou Yitang’s hands.

Such momentum should have astonished the Blind Arrow, who appreciated talented juniors even more.

Yet, contrary to expectation, he sighed long and said:

"This arrow should have been dissolved by your Sword Qi three or four meters ago.

I, ranking tenth, have long not considered climbing higher, but seeing you today, it’s hard not to wonder if those in front are just a bunch of reputation-seeking individuals."

Impressed by Chen Yi, yet disappointed in Zhou Yitang, the reason was simple: differing expectations, the former being talent appreciation, the latter disappointment.

The one-armed woman had no response, merely casually swinging a sword.

A sword Qi whirlwind gathered rain, the azure arc arose, unstoppable.

Slashing directly forward.

The Blind Arrow seemingly anticipated this, lifted his bow, despite some disappointment, the Sword Armor only one rank below as Peak of Second Grade, still required utmost caution, and even a slight misstep could result in failure. He furrowed his brows tightly, drawing the bowstring to a full moon, then released it.

The fully drawn bow released an arrow with no sound or trace, yet the azure arc crumbled upon meeting the arrow, the grandeur prior now collapsed spectacularly.

The air currents first tightened inward, then exploded with a boom, the aftermath splitting stones and snapping wood. Zhou Yitang’s hair floated, her eyes narrowed at the almost imperceptible change in the air, and she sent another sword slash into the sky.

Another wave of air exploded, rolling with scattered Sword Qi. A hidden arrow was crushed to dust.

The sub-mother arrows were detected. The Blind Arrow was momentarily surprised, rainwater trembling on his raised old brows. This Sword Armor was not as undeserving as he had imagined.

Meanwhile, Zhou Yitang’s scattered Sword Qi gathered with rainwater into various sized green beads, each rising against the rain like sword pills condensed to Da Cheng state, keeping their divine essence within, and as they shot forth like countless Flying Swords, the Blind Arrow finally realized how formidable a Taoist and Martial Dual Cultivation practitioner at Peak of Second Grade could be.

The myriad Sword Qi Green Beads formed a curtain of Sword Qi rainfall, undoubtedly exhibiting the majesty of a First Grade Realm.

This was far more dazzling than Chen Yi’s Sword Intent World.

The Blind Arrow strung the bow again, this time with three arrows on the string, drawing the bowstring to its limit before releasing them with a thunderous explosion, strewn with resounding sonic booms that echoed throughout Dragon and Tiger Mountain. Unlike before, the three arrows flew extremely slowly but advanced in parallel, not differing by a fraction, creating an invisible barrier as they collided with the curtain of Sword Qi rainfall, like fiercely burning fire meeting firmly frozen ice. The air sizzled with resonance, and as the Blind Arrow notched another arrow, he faintly heard a barely discernible anomaly by his ear. The one-armed woman progressed unhurriedly; the distance between the two rapidly closed, shrinking space into inches.

She was immensely confident in her Sword Dao, opting not to use Sword Qi but to strike within three feet.

Zhou Yitang casually swung a slash, the previously indecisive Blind Arrow quickly seized the entire longbow to smash forward, but as the one-armed woman turned her slash into a hook, entangling the longbow, a sudden giant force yanked it back. The Blind Arrow yanked forcefully, an arrow clasped between his fingers, ready for the enemy’s loss of balance, while Zhou Yitang remained unyielding, casually twisting, guiding the sword edge around the longbow. Following that, a Sword Gang burst forth in a flash of cold light, poised to pierce the throat. The Blind Arrow reached out and gripped the Sword Gang, and before blood could bloom, the Sword Gang cracked and shattered.

The one-armed woman swiftly retracted her sword and retreated backward.

The battleground where the two had engaged within a meter was now a devastated sight.

The Blind Arrow exhaled a breath, his internal energy circulating as he flexed the longbow in his hand.

The raindrops grew denser, and the wind grew increasingly restless.

The Blind Arrow tilted his head skyward, raindrops pounding on his face, as if hearing something.

Amidst the rolling sound of thunder and rain, there was a voice only he could hear, whispering softly, and the Blind Arrow’s expression grew heavier,

"The Red Sun’s Calamity ends, the White Sun shall rise... Maitreya descends." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

As the words fell, a sudden change occurred.