Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 498: Godslayer’s Seven Absolute Swords!
Fight!
Fight!
Fight!
Xiao Yi's entire being blazed with a warlike eagerness that had never been as intense as in this moment.
What was Xiao Tianjiao?
What was Emperor Qian?
Before him stood the strongest genius in the history of Qingtian Realm, the esteemed super existence known as Martial God Zhao Wuji, who had been the unparalleled figure in this starry sky since ancient times.
"Youngster, take my sword!"
Dark light swirled around Zhao Wuji, and the broken sword in his hand became like a storm incarnate, its surface flickering with black flames that surged uncertainly, like the fiery breath of a dragon.
Streams of Sword Qi made from tongues of fire extended a hundred yards across, as if bridging the void itself.
"Split the waters to find White Heron Island!"
With one swing of his sword, Xiao Yi's blade shone like a boat, sailing through the wind and waves, forcibly cleaving the black Sword Qi before him.
Their first head-on exchange was merely a probe.
Seeing the black and white Sword Qi dissipate at the same time.
The two warriors exchanged a glance, with the flames of battle in their eyes burning even more fiercely. Zhao Wuji said coldly, "Not bad at all, youngster, you are qualified to make me use the Godslayer's Seven Absolute Swords!"
Hiss!
Xiao Yi took a sharp intake of breath, his face showing an unprecedented level of solemnity.
What was the Godslayer's Seven Absolute Swords?
It was the strongest swordsmanship of Martial God Zhao Wuji, meant to slay gods!
As for the Seven Absolutes...
It meant to extinguish the seven emotions, the lives of all creatures in the six realms, plus one additional god!
"The first sword—Absolute Joy!"
Absolute Joy aimed to sever joy itself.
This sword sought to cut through the foremost of the seven emotions, joy.
And also because...
When this sword was unleashed, it was sure to claim the life of its target, leaving virtually no joy.
The dark sword glow vanished into the void as if it had never existed, and then, as if bursting forth from the depths of the void, it approached silently and swiftly, aiming straight for Xiao Yi's heart.
Xiao Yi's face tightened.
With a tip of his toe on the void, he whooshed backward in a sudden retreat.
At the same time, he held the Falling Dust Sword vertical in front of his chest.
Clang!
A dazzling burst of spark shot upwards as the black sword glow struck the blade directly. Despite being blocked by the Falling Dust Sword, Xiao Yi still felt a tremendous shock to his organs, a hint of pain flashing across his brow.
Dropping his gaze for a quick sweep, Xiao Yi's pupils suddenly contracted.
On the blade of the Falling Dust Sword appeared a dent and several fine cracks.
This was a sixth-order Yuan weapon!
Had it actually been cracked by Zhao Wuji's seemingly effortless stroke?
"Worthy of being the Martial God, a seemingly ordinary sword containing such terrifying power!" Xiao Yi's thoughts flew swiftly as his figure rose in a sudden motion, lifting his sword to charge once again at Zhao Wuji.
"Heaven's Fist!"
A casual punch was thrown out.
This was a martial technique from Dao Yan's lineage, comparable to a high-level sixth-order, with extraordinary might.
Boom!
Fist shadows multiplied, as if a country lay within each punch.
"The second sword, Heavenly Fury!"
With an expressionless face, Zhao Wuji advanced relentlessly, unleashing a sword strike.
Swish!
This sword contained the roaring thunder of the heavens; its Sword Qi cutting through the air, sounding a mighty roar like the wrath of the skies.
Boom!
The burgeoning Heaven's Fist was cleaved in two.
Xiao Yi anticipated the Heaven's Fist being sliced, and he suddenly rose up, closing the distance between him and Zhao Wuji along the edge of the Sword Qi. At the same time, he swung the Falling Dust Sword with a buzzing sound, sending a silver streak of sword light at Zhao Wuji's face, "A Stroke That Surprises the Wind and Rain!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Sword shadows like dazzling meteors, swathes of silver sword light covered the sky and earth, coming suddenly like a thunderstorm.
This sword strike was fierce, and caught Zhao Wuji by surprise.
However...
Zhao Wuji showed no fear, didn't dodge or avoid, and with an emotionless face, he swung his broken sword. The black flames on the sword formed a Sword Qi Black Lotus as his cold voice simultaneously came, "The third sword, Wuyou!"
Wuyou!
The strongest defense sword technique; with this move in hand, all would be without worry.
Hum!
The Sword Qi Black Lotus, like an insatiable black hole, actually began to devour those silver sword energies, the immense sword Qi disappearing without a trace as if it were a clay ox entering the sea.
Zhao Wuji didn't give Xiao Yi any chance to breathe and struck with another sword, "The fourth sword—Severed Thoughts!"
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
When the Severed Thoughts sword was unsheathed, the heavens and netherworld were shocked.
Images of Zhao Wuji appeared from all directions in space, each one lifelike, with the broken swords in their hands belching black flames, possessing the might to burn the heavens and devour the earth.
"Damn it..."
Xiao Yi's expression changed repeatedly as he activated the Falling Dust Sword defense time and time again, but he simply couldn't block the omnipresent, penetrating sword Qi.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The Falling Dust Sword was covered with fierce cracks, spread all over as if it were about to rip the sword apart at any moment.
His body was also slashed with vicious wounds.
Zhao Wuji's cold voice, devoid of any emotion, came through, "Idiot, you have a treasure mountain but do not know it. The strongest power in you is the power of the God Sealing Seed, why not use it?"
"God Sealing Seed?"
Xiao Yi was taken aback, eyes sparking with revelation, "That's right, the power of the God Sealing Seed is the strongest force I have!"
With that thought...
Xiao Yi roared lowly, white light on his body surged explosively.
It covered his entire body.
The wings of Wind Thunder simultaneously unfolded.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Continuously flapping the Wind Thunder wings, he unleashed strikes of God Sealing power, like a downpour of white light.
The light rain collided with the black sword Qi and actually penetrated the sword Qi, riddled with holes, shattered one by one.
"Youngster, next I will unleash the last three swords of the Godslayer's Seven Absolute Swords. If you can block them, I will acknowledge you to continue as the gravedigger of the eternal tomb. If you cannot, then you will become a guardian spirit of this place!"
Zhao Wuji's face remained indifferent, a being as proud as him would not stoop to use any trickery.
Xiao Yi's pupils suddenly constricted, his expression more serious than ever before.
This was Martial God Zhao Wuji's strongest three swords!
"So what if it's Martial God? I will surely block it!" Xiao Yi gripped the Falling Dust Sword tightly, staring at Zhao Wuji before him.
"The fifth sword—No Sadness!"
Zhao Wuji, with a majestic bearing, as his sword was unsheathed, everything mourned!
"The sixth sword—Forbidden Fear!"
This sword transformed into a boundless horde of vile ghosts and demons, with green faces and fangs, claws bared, becoming the personification of the deepest fears of the human heart. Whatever one feared, it would turned into precisely that!
It was terrifying!
"The seventh sword—"
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Zhao Wuji's voice paused, then slowly exhaled, "Death's Shock!"
Death's Shock!
Even shock has died.
In this world, what could he not kill?
Three consecutive swords.
Not one was simple; each blow was deadly, every sword soul-snatching.
Facing such terrifying three swords, Xiao Yi was on the brink of life and death. If he could withstand them, then he would win the ultimate victory in this battle. If he failed, then he would pay with his life.
After unleashing these three swords, Zhao Wuji stood in silence, the corners of his mouth slightly curling up in a cold smile, "Unless a miracle occurs, today will be the day I return to the earth..."
