This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Chapter 714: Chapter 32 The Vital Strike (Part 2)

“Our escape route has been cut off,” declared the Marquis of An Hai.

Tang Ze glanced back and saw that ten Seventh Grade Demonic Cultivators, along with hundreds to thousands of Demon Race soldiers, had appeared behind them.

They no longer had a path to retreat.

Either die amid the Demon Race army or make it to the warship ahead.

“Since there’s no way back, let’s focus all our efforts on charging forward!” Tang Ze’s resolute voice rose in the air.

“Alright, charge through!” yelled the Sword Cultivator at the very front, swinging his sword once more with the resolve to stake everything on this move.

Several streaks of black light, transformed by the Demonic Cultivators, were no longer fearful and crashed directly against the sword strike.

That was because, after constant explosive bursts of action, they could tell that the two Human Sword Cultivators were exhausted. The sword techniques they slashed out were far less powerful than before, completely within their capacity to withstand.

Bang!

The long sword of the Sword Cultivator struck a Seventh Grade Demonic Cultivator, whose body flickered with the power of Wind and Thunder.

This was the Wind-Thunder Demon Body. Cultivators who had cultivated this Divine Demon Body could wield the protective forces of wind and thunder.

For a moment, fire flared and wind thunder roared.

A wound an inch deep appeared on the chest of the Demonic Cultivator.

However, that was all there was to it. Such a wound, for those with a Demon Body, was ultimately not a serious matter.

The charge of the Sword Cultivator was blocked.

There was no helping it, as human strength would always have its limits.

Seeing this, the Demonic Cultivators could not help but reveal a savage grin.

Since they had stopped the momentum of the Human Race’s charge, they were already holding the winning ticket.

Yet the Demonic Cultivators’ triumph did not last even a breath before their expressions drastically changed.

Because the Sword Cultivator whom they had stopped took a deep breath, his expression showing a firm decisiveness, and the next moment, he stopped moving, his body emanating intense fluctuations of Element Force.

This was… self-destruct!

“Crazy! These Human Cultivators are crazy!” The nearby Demonic Cultivators, witnessing the scene, were shocked and horrified as they hastily retreated backward, cursing loudly.

The Demonic Cultivators were not ineptly raging. This was indeed a frenzied act.

Because, around this Sword Cultivator, were other Human Cultivators.

In other words, his self-destruction would surely affect his own comrades as well.

Facing the crazy actions of the Seventh Realm Sword Cultivator, the Demonic Cultivators had no choice but to withdraw temporarily from the range of the self-destructive attack.

The Demon Race retreated in disarray.

The encirclement that had existed a moment before instantly vanished.

However, this didn’t mean much—the Human Cultivators had to make the same choice to retreat, otherwise, they would have to endure the horrific power of the self-destruct.

The next moment, something happened that the Demonic Cultivators could hardly believe.

The Human Cultivators, at this moment, unexpectedly didn’t retreat but advanced, charging toward the warship.

Indeed, this could allow them to close the distance between themselves and the warship, but it also meant they were forcing themselves into the core area of the Seventh Realm Cultivator’s self-destruction!

How could they dare to do so?!

Boom!

A roaring sound thundered, and Spiritual Light dazzled the eyes.

The self-destruction of the Seventh Realm Cultivator was so powerful it reached the attack level of an Eighth Realm Cultivator, causing everyone present, both Human Cultivators and Demonic Cultivators, to be utterly alarmed.

The force of self-destruction expanded from the center of the self-destructing Sword Cultivator like a mushroom cloud exploding, with the powerful shockwave sweeping across the area.

“These Human Cultivators are finished!” Qing Ge murmured as he watched the terrifying surge of Element Force completely engulf the Human Cultivator’s group.

The rumbling shook even the distant Falling Goose Pass.

In the sky, the Cultivators left behind watched wide-eyed as the cultivators of Falling Goose Pass were completely covered by the Element Force fluctuations of the self-destruction…

“Is this the end…?”

They fell into a silent stillness, those who had held onto a sliver of hope were now speechless in the face of this scene, unsure of what to do.

“Wait a minute! Look, some people are breaking out!” Suddenly, one of the Cultivators shouted in surprise.

“There are really people breaking out!” Another Cultivator on the city wall couldn’t help but shout excitedly.

More and more people saw it.

Two figures, transformed into two streaks of golden light, burst through the mushroom cloud produced by the self-destruct with indomitable might, carrying a resolute breath as they rushed toward the warship, now not far away.

To avoid the self-destruct attack, in front of these two figures, there were now no Seventh Grade Demonic Cultivators present.

That meant, no one could stop them anymore.

At that instant, everywhere was astounded!

“How did they do it? How is it possible to break out of it?”

Everyone was in disbelief, including Qing Ge who, at that moment, had his pupils dilating involuntarily.

It was then, the formidable Element Force wave from the self-destruction finally dissipated, and clarity returned to the battlefield.

In the center of self-destruction, there lay a dozen Human Cultivators, drenched in blood.

Some were so charred that they lay motionless on the ground, it was impossible to tell if they were dead or alive.

Even those in a slightly better condition were missing limbs and unable to stand up, sitting helplessly on the ground where a huge crater had been blown, their faces deathly pale, blood dripping from the corners of their mouths, gasping for breath and stubbornly watching those two figures racing towards the warship, muttering: “It’s up to you now…”

The power of the Seventh Realm Cultivator’s self-destruction was self-evident, and they were still within the core range of the blast.

Such terrifying power, how could it be easily endured?

They didn’t possess any earth-shattering Divine Skills; they just used a blunt method…

They used their lives to shield!

They were like ants rolling out of a fire, huddling together into a ball.

The outermost ants would most certainly die beyond the shadow of a doubt, but with the sacrifice and protection of their kin, the ants at the heart of the ball could escape unharmed.

And now, the two “ants” at the center were none other than the Marquis of An Hai and Tang Ze.

What was most inconceivable was that the Sword Cultivator’s self-destruction happened in an instant, and the Cultivators at Falling Goose Pass charged in an instant.

Such a fleeting moment left no chance for them to consult with each other.

In other words, everything they did was decided in that instant by the cultivators of Falling Goose Pass themselves.

No consultation, no compulsion.

Within the formidable power of the self-detonation, the cultivators of Falling Goose Pass formed a flesh shield voluntarily, sacrificing themselves to escort the most powerful, Marquis of An Hai, and Tang Ze, safely out of the blast radius.

…..

Above the path that Marquis of An Hai and Tang Ze traveled on, there were no more demons obstructing their way.

Two figures, moving so swiftly that they were barely visible to the naked eye, appeared to be able to travel a thousand meters in the blink of an eye.

Moments later, in the suddenly contracting eyes of Qing Ge, two imposing dark figures had already slammed towards the warship!

Boom!

The massive explosion shook the warship continuously, causing Lu Qingshan’s body to sway as well.

The blood-stained warship, at this time, actually surged forth with a sticky ocean of blood.

Billowing blood light swelled like waves, endless and pouring out from the warship, creating an impenetrable cocoon that protected the warship within.

The ferocious attack from Marquis of An Hai and Tang Ze was thus effortlessly blocked by the sea of blood.

The warship, positioned in the midst of the blood sea, stood immovable.

Tang Ze’s eyes widened in disbelief, and with a wave of his hands, a huge scythe appeared and he slashed at the sea of blood once again.

Under the strike of the scythe, the blood sea surged violently, with a thunderous roar echoing mightily.

Amongst the crimson waves, a strong shockwave spread out instantaneously, sweeping through the void, striking Marquis of An Hai and Tang Ze.

The two were shaken back several steps by the force of the blast, their Qi-Blood in turmoil, with fresh blood even spilling from the corners of their mouths.

“Cackle, cackle, cackle, cackle!” A wild laugh erupted from the warship.

Qing Ge stood nonchalantly at the prow, locking gazes fiercely with Marquis of An Hai and Tang Ze, a corner of his mouth curling up in a mocking sneer, “If you could think of it, how could Father not foresee it?

To protect my safety and avoid targeting by human cultivators, Father bestowed me his early years’ vessel, the blood-dyed warship.

Once this warship is attacked, it will automatically conjure a sea of blood to protect it and reflect some of the attackers’ blows back at them.

Unless the power of your attack reaches the level of an Eighth Realm cultivator, even if I were to stand motionless and let you hack away for a day and a night, you would not be able to breach this warship, and may even be shaken to death by the rebound force of the blood sea first.”

If it wasn’t for this trump card, he wouldn’t have been so arrogant as to stay put and wait for the human cultivators to catch up.

This was called being confident and holding all the aces!

He, Qing Ge, had never been a fool!

“Despair, for having paid a heavy price, to focus all your efforts on one fight, to kill your way to me through great hardship, only to find it all in vain!” the Demon General Qing Ge boasted proudly, “Human cultivators, that’s all they amount to!”

Marquis of An Hai, and Tang Ze looked at each other, their faces ashen, their eyes dull.

They had tried, and indeed the blood sea was as Qing Ge had said, invincibly strong, impenetrable to them.

At this juncture, even with their resolute wills, they felt a sense of despair as if a dam had broken within their spirits.

How to break this situation?

They did not possess the means of an Eighth Realm cultivator.

The only way for them to reach such a realm with their attacks was self-detonation.

It wasn’t that they cherished their own lives too much, but rather, self-detonation was too limited for a cultivator, useless in this situation.

When a cultivator self-detonated, first, it would produce violent and unmistakable fluctuations, and from the initiation to the actual explosion, a certain amount of time was needed. Second, the cultivator would be immobilized in one spot due to the surge of their entire body’s elemental force.

These two constraints meant that if they chose to self-detonate, Qing Ge would be able to detect it immediately and swiftly maneuver the warship out of the blast radius, rendering their self-detonation a “dud.”

An unsolvable situation.

The cultivators of Falling Goose Pass were truly finished this time, with no one left to turn the tide.

On the warship, Qing Ge laughed arrogantly, while outside, Marquis of An Hai and Tang Ze were shrouded in silent despair.

…

Although the sea of blood summoned by the warship was thick and impervious, it did not block their sight.

Furthermore, being located high outside the warship, they had a clear view from above, and so Marquis of An Hai could see everything inside the warship.

“If that’s the case, then let’s kill as many of the Demon Race as we can before we die!” Already resigned to their fate and without any strategies left, Marquis of An Hai huskily said to Tang Ze, who was by his side.

“At your command, General!” Tang Ze said through gritted teeth.

Just as Marquis of An Hai was preparing to act, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of an eerie figure, one that appeared inside the warship where the Demonic Cultivators could hardly notice.

That seemed to be a… Human Cultivator?

How could there be a Human Cultivator on the warship of the Demon Race?

A question inevitably arose in Marquis of An Hai’s mind.

But before he could think further, his eyes involuntarily bulged.

Because that Human Cultivator had already silently moved to the stern of the warship.

The next moment, a blazing red and elaborately designed long sword appeared in his hand.

Then, the Human Cultivator casually extended the sword towards the blood sea enveloping the warship.

It was truly a casual strike, weak and tender, seemingly without any power.

What was he doing?

Marquis of An Hai was puzzled and confused.

His question was soon answered as the blood sea, which had seemed overwhelmingly powerful, suddenly trembled violently at the soft touch of the sword, and ripples surged.

Then, the formidable blood sea that had left them without any recourse began to vaporize and rise like fog, as if touched by a scorching flame.

In only a moment, the blood sea evaporated into nothing, vanishing completely as if it had never existed.

Demon General Qing Ge still hadn’t reacted to the sudden disappearance of the blood sea, continuing to laugh unbridled at Marquis of An Hai and Tang Ze.

Lu Qingshan, at the most critical moment, delivered an essential slash of his sword.

Its name:

Spell Breaking!