NovelEnglishA violent rumble echoed as all the surrounding peaks within a thousand kilometers collapsed. The Nine Dragons Sword snapped in half, releasing nine dragon souls that roared angrily in the sky.
Ditto remarked, "The quality of your sword is too low. It doesn't befit the nine dragon souls!" Nash's right hand went numb, and he replied with a grim expression, "This sword is considered quite powerful in the mortal world, okay?" "I'll lend you a top-grade immortal weapon for now. With your current strength, you can only harness about a tenth of its power, but that should be enough to kill this low-tier demon!" As Ditto finished speaking, a rusty longsword appeared before Nash. Despite its ugly appearance, the sword emanated a fierce aura. As he gripped the hilt, Nash felt a terrifying will flood his mind.
The Battle of Immortal Falls flashed before him. He saw a sword immortal slicing through thousands of demons with a single strike, reducing them to ashes.
Nash's eyes sharpened as he raised the sword and struck at Mondo. Mondo raised his ax to meet the rusty sword. The ax shattered, and Mondo's head fell off.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNash thrust the sword again, effortlessly piercing Mondo's body.
The rusty sword emitted a silver light, tearing Mondo into countless pieces with its sword forms.
With just two strikes, Nash was exhausted. These strikes were not even his own as the sword had guided his hand to launch the attacks.
Nash said in a deep voice, "Divine sword, helpbreak that shell!" Recognizing the sword's power, Nash attempted tomunicate with it to break the shell. However, the sword ignored him.
"The Purple Sky Sword was ed by an old friend of mine and will only obey mymands for now," Ditto explained as she waved her hand, making the sword vanish from Nash's grasp.
Within thousands of kilometers, mountains crumbled, but the shell lay quietly undisturbed.
Inside, Bristol's face was pale.
He had already lost one trump card to Nash, leaving only the Basalt shell as his last resort.
Nash's strength surpassed his expectations. His plan was to hide in the Basalt shell and cultivate for hundreds of years. Once his cultivation wasplete, he would seek revenge on Nash. en.kikistories However, with Nash's talent, his cultivation would likely be even more terrifying after hundreds of years.
Chapter 1783 2 With this thought, Bristol controlled the shell to crash into Nash.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe shell glowed with golden light, like a meteor carrying the momentum to destroy everything. It was aiming to crush Nash into pieces.
Under the immense force, blood beads appeared on Nash's skin.
Even his bones that were harder than titanium alloy were showing cracks.
This was Bristol's only chance, and he poured all his strength into the shell, determined to make a fatal blow.
"Divine Farmer's Cauldron!" Nash squeezed out the words through gritted teeth.
The Divine Farmer's Cauldron appeared in front of him and expanded.
The shell collided violently with the cauldron, which then slammed into Nash, sending both the cauldron and Nash flying hundreds of meters away.
Nash finally landed, carving a five-meter-deep and 20-meter-long trench in the ground. The Basalt shell did not stop and continued to charge at Nash.
Bristol's face twisted with a fierce expression. "So what if you have et ery talent? So what if you cultivate like hell? Today, you still die by my hand!" én.kikistories
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