nChapter 462 – The Moving Whirlpool Sword Storm

nTranslated by: Berrrybunz

nEdited by: TN and DeAndreR

n…..Fight……

nThe vague voice, in the air, seemed like it was a whisper.

nWith his trembling body, he took his first step, causing the figure in the eye of the storm to stagger.

nThe whirlpool sword storm trembled like a pile of toy building blocks that suddenly got struck, it shuddered, as though it could collapse at any moment. Jing Hao who was standing nearby, was able to see clearly the countless layers of sword auras that seemed to flow like an avalanche, causing the hair on his skin to become numb.

nThat fellow….what exactly is he doing?

nJing Hao’s mind surged with a dangerous feeling.

nRumble rumble.

nThe whirlpool sword storm swayed around like a drunkard, slowly moving towards a direction.

nJing Hao was stunned, that thing can actually move….

nT-this this this…. Is that truly the Whirlpool Sword Spirit Tempering Technique?

nHe was dumbstruck, he knew about the Whirlpool Sword Spirit Tempering Technique, as a swordsman, he had some understanding in the different sword techniques of the different sects, and Whirlpool Sword Spirit Tempering Technique being the most ruthless spirit tempering technique, how could he not know about it? Not only did he know about it, he had specially researched it for a period of time, for someone who was bent on creating his own sword dao, he was very interested in all techniques related to the sword.

nWhirlpool Sword Spirit Tempering Technique, I have never heard that it could move before….this thing is meant to temper the martial spirit…. Not used to run amok all over the place….

nOnly after a few minutes did Jing Hao regain his senses. Alright, anything that had to do with Tang Tian, if they did not change to look abnormal, if they did not change to become strange and perverse, then that would be the real weird thing!

nThe worth of that kid, is meant to make the world abnormal.

nBut….please be safe!

nWorry flashed past Jing Hao’s eyes, with sword in hand, he flew forward and followed the moving whirlpool sword storm.

nThe three saints on the hill were dumbstruck.

n“Is it coming towards us?” Dou Yong asked.

n“It seems like it.” He Yu Ming’s expression was sluggish.

nBai Si Si was stupefied watching the rumbling Whirlpool Sword Storm going towards them, and only managed to say: “what kind of freak is he?”

nThat sentence struck the other two in their hearts.

nThe whirlpool sword storm was very big, rumbling towards them, the sound was very imposing. Even for the three people who were saints, facing such a terrifying might, it caused their minds to sway.

nThat is the true might of heavens…..

n“What do we do?” Dou Yong asked straightforwardly: “That freak is definitely coming towards us!”

n“RUN!” He Yu Ming said straightforwardly as well.

n“RUN!” Bai Si Si repeated after him.

nDou Yong looked at the two of them: “Like that, it is a bit embarrassing, the three of us are saints hey!”

n“Then do you want to go and test it out first?” He Yu Ming’s eyes was brimming with encouragement.

nBai Si Si’s beautiful eyes also looked at Dou Yong.

n“Let’s run!” Dou Yong dropped his head and ran instantly.

nThe three of them sprinted, their speed extremely fast, but then the drunkard whirlpool sword storm also picked up speed, the rumbling sound behind them did not become further, but instead sounded closer and closer.

nThe three of them were pressured to increase their speed.

n“Si Si, use your zither!” He Yu Ming shouted.

nBai Si Si was shaken, and immediately took out her white jade zither, ignoring her image, singlehandedly holding onto the zither, her right hand started to pluck at the zither strings.

nZheng Zheng Zheng!

nThe zither sound brought forth a soothing strength, as though the entire world had calmed down. It was the tune Calm Consideration! It was Bai Si Si’s famous tune, she had merged her singing along with her playing, a tune for the spirit which could calm people’s mind.

nEven a berserk ninth level star spirit beast, under the tune, would become calm.

nDamn it…. The whirlpool sword storm is chasing us faster and faster!

nBai Si Si bit her lips, the zither playing changed, from the calming Calm Consideration, it suddenly became very melodious, enchanting to the point of causing the blood to boil, with reference to Demonic Chant, she had created the Beautiful Angel, it was extremely confusing and created illusions.

nEven for Gold Ranked Martial Artists, under the tune, their meridians would erupt, their hearts will become agitated and would die due to the combustion of the body!

nDamn it…. The whirlpool sword storm is still increasing speed!

nThe three of them could already feel the flow of the storm of sword auras behind them, crazily attacking and cutting the air, creating ripples. The might, even as saints, caused their backs to turn cold.

n“Split up and run!” He Yu Ming shouted.

nThe three of them suddenly split, flying in three directions.

nThe three of them could immediately feel the whirlpool sword storm halt for a moment. Ha ha, let’s see what you will do next! The three of them all heaved a sigh of relief. After the next second, the whirlpool sword storm suddenly flew after He Yu Ming who took the middle path without hesitation!

nHe Yu Ming’s face became white, the hair on his skin turned numb. He could not care about his image in the way which he flew anymore, and activated all the True Power in his body, discharging it from his feet, he sprinted with all his might.

nSeeing that He Yu Ming had attracted the whirlpool sword storm and disappearing across the horizon, Dou Yong and Bai Si Si returned back, both of them had a look of joy.

n“Will Brother He die?” Bai Si Si was worried.

n“I will pray for him and light up joss sticks for him!” Dou Yong swore.

nBai Si Si stopped talking.

n“You want to save him?” Dou Yong asked after seeing her act that way.

nBai Si Si shook her head: “No, I was thinking where to offer him joss sticks.”

nThe two of them were speechless.

nThe wind blew over, causing the two of them to feel a slight chill.

nDou Yong looked at the desolate wilderness, and said suddenly: “I have a bad premonition.”

nBai Si Si remained silent.

n“His majesty’s decision, is most probably a mistake.” Dou Yong muttered: “I have never seen such a weird guy before. I think, if Tang Tian does not die now, will he become like Lion King Lei Ang.”

n“Most probably.” Bai Si Si said: “If Tang Tian does not die under that powerful whirlpool sword storm, his martial spirit will definitely be tempered to a terrifying stage. Him becoming a saint is only a matter of time, but it will be very soon. As soon as he enters the saint rank, his martial spirit will be far stronger than anyone else, and that will make him even more terrifying.”

nDou Yong looked at Bai Si Si, he was taken aback, Bai Si Si’s character was cold, and it was the first time Dou Yong had heard her talk so much.

nBut her words caused him to become quiet.

nAfter a moment, he raised his head and looked at Bai Si Si: “ Then what do we do?”

nThe two of them were quiet once more.

nIf Tang Tian did not die, then Cetus Constellation would definitely fall. Although they were saints, but that did not mean that they did not think for their future. The actions of winning and forgiving the other party, such a benevolent Monarch, only existed in books, as more of the heroic Masters liked to settle their debts. In the past, there were three saints, who caused many deaths and injuries to Lei Ang’s army, and after they were defeated, the three saints wanted to escape, but they were ultimately caught and killed by Lei Ang’s army.

nThere were very few solitary saints, as majority of them had families as backings. Those that did not have families were disciples who had taken up mantles.

nThe wind, seemed to become even colder.

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nThree Spirits City.

nThe battle in the corner had surprised many people. Everyone was stunned by Wen Jiang’s strength. 20 high leveled martial artists had surrounded him and were fighting with him, but Wen Jiang was still able to hold his own.

nThe seemingly ordinary martial techniques, in Wen Jiang’s hands, became extremely powerful.

n20 People, were actually unable to do anything to Wen Jiang. Many of the mechanical martial artists who were training were prepared to act as support, but very quickly, everyone received orders from above, that they were not allowed to help!

nThe order sent down made them feel weird, but they all stood by the side to watch in the end.

nTang Chou’s position remained the same, watching every detail of the fight. His eyes were lit up with a strange light aura, his entire focus was immersed in it, and the pen in his hand was flying at an astonishing rate as he continued to write in the book.

nThe saint was being deconstructed in his eyes, being analyzed down to every fine detail. Every detail, every resistance in the fight, were all in his mind, all being broken down into data.

nThe gaudy and shocking attacks were being peeled off layer by layer like clothing, transforming into their most primitive states in his eyes.

nThe white paper in front of him was filled with all sorts of patterns and designs, and every corner was filled with writing.

nHis strange gaze, frantic writing, filling up the paper with words and drawings, was quickly completed.

nMagic Flute had quietly appeared behind Tang Chou, not disturbing him.

nTang Chou suddenly stopped, dropping the pen in his hand, he asked without turning his head: “Why are you here?”

n“It’s over?” Magic Flute asked.

n“Yes, it’s finished.” Tang Chou stretched his waist, the strange look in his eyes had regained the coldness: “I have obtained sufficient data, and I want to study it well.”

n“Do you have something against the same rank?” Magic Flute chuckled, his laugh was refreshing.

n“I am set to become a famous general rank military general, and the saints are my opponents whom I need to suppress.” Tang Chou then reminded: “You must be more careful. We have allowed Honorable Martial Group to become so vicious, they will definitely think of ways to defeat us. To have such a good opportunity, they will not miss it.”

nWhen Tang Chou finished speaking, another intense fighting sound rose up from another direction of the base.

n“Ah Chou, you truly have incredible foresight.” Magic Flute praised.

n“Although I do not wish to trouble you, but this time, we need some time.” Tang Chou said coldly: “It’s best that you perform more beautifully, and intimidate them.”

nMagic Flute advised with warmth: “Your killing intent is too heavy.”

n“A general is only successful upon reaching thousands of bones, and I want to become a famous general, how can I not kill?” Tang Chou did not even raise his head, keeping the stack of papers: “Not only do I want to kill, I want to kill a lot of them.”

nMagic Flute helplessly laughed, then floated away.

nTang Chou’s promotion had made his personality even more of a bigot and even more determined, compared to last time, he looked to be more lofty. And Tang Chou was right, everyone’s dao was different.

nHe leaped to the tallest tower of the base, overlooking the entire place, caressing the shiny bronze flute in his hand, his warm pupils revealed a tranquil look.

nI never expected that, after dying for so many years, I still have the chance to become stronger.

nLife is truly undetermined.

nThe wind blew in his face, blowing up his hair and robes.

nHe looked to be a noble man from a painting, facing the wind, his white robes fluttering with the wind.

nAll the vague memories surfaced up in his mind, becoming emotional and exhaling slowly, all the confusion of his youth poured out.

nIf it was that time, if it was in that period, I would have played to my heart’s content, my songs would flow through the years.

nBut suddenly today, but suddenly today, I stand alone in the wind, once again playing my seven Tunes of Death.

nHe exhaled slowly, the noble man looked to be holding back, his eyebrows frowned, he placed the bronze flute to his lips.

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