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Chapter 666: 664: Falling Petals Divine Sword, Splitting the Stage with One Sword_1
Chapter 666: 664: Falling Petals Divine Sword, Splitting the Stage with One Sword_1
Chapter 666: Chapter 664: Falling Petals Divine Sword, Splitting the Stage with One Sword_1
A sharp sword light, twinkling with an incomparably dazzling brilliance, traced a perfect arc in mid-air, splitting the gigantic hammer that came head-on into two halves.
“Chirp.”
The giant eagle agilely flew sideways in the air, successfully avoiding the broken half of the hammer before proudly letting out a long cry.
“That was close!”
The astonished gasps from the audience in front of the martial arts arena, all of them looked up at the sky, exhaling a turbid breath, and patted their chests to calm their startled hearts.
The five young men riding their horses also wore elated expressions.
“Hmph! If you’re so capable, try taking another hammer.”
Alta’s first attack had failed, and his anger surged. He gripped the remaining gigantic hammer with both hands and spun twice on the arena stage before furiously throwing it once more at the giant eagle.
The gigantic hammer whistled as it flew, even faster and stronger than before.
“Be careful!”
The crowd in front of the stage let out another wave of gasps in unison, their breaths almost stopping from anxiety.
“Falling Petals Divine Sword!”
Lin Qingluo fearlessly roared as if in a flash of lightning.
The surging spiritual power within his Golden Core roared out, sweeping up all the spiritual essence within a thousand kilometers along with the long sword in his hand, and slashed down from the air with an irresistible world-shaking might.
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The Falling Petals Divine Sword could split mountains and crack the earth, and overturn rivers and seas with a single slash.
Even if Lin Qingluo’s current mana was only a tenth of what it was during his most glorious past life.
The power of the slash from mid-air was far from being comparable to ordinary people.
The incoming gigantic hammer was crushed by a single sword slash.
The sharp sword qi didn’t weaken at all, the unstoppable terrifying force came down from the sky and split the entire martial arts arena into two halves.
“Boom.”
The arena collapsed instantly, the fractured logs trapping three Barbarian Warriors beneath them, their dust scattering everywhere and blurring the vision of the onlookers.
“Chirp.”
The giant eagle spread its wings and soared high above the martial arts arena, proudly chirping.
“Master, why not let Yin’er set another fire and have some roasted Barbarian?”
Little Kingfisher had been watching the fight the entire time and had found it quite enjoyable. He also wanted to spurt a few sparks to add to the fun.
“It’s enough just to kill their morale; there is no need to annihilate them completely.”
Lin Qingluo stood gracefully on the eagle’s back, his eyes blazing and spirits high.
“The Barbarians are strong as steel, they won’t die so easily from being crushed. A little pain won’t teach them a lesson.”
Little Kingfisher didn’t want to give up the opportunity for fun.
“Let’s see their reaction first.”
Lin Qingluo’s eyes turned cold: “If they don’t learn their lesson, we’ll just beat them again, until they submit.”
“They’re crawling out.”
Little Kingfisher’s small eyes gleamed mischievously, mocking the wreckage of the collapsed arena.
The choking dust gradually dissipated, revealing three battered men beneath the platform.
Alta struggled to push aside the logs on top of him, bellowed angrily, and stood up from the ground.
As an intense pain shot through his left knee, he staggered a few times before tumbling back onto the ground.
“Alta?”
The other two Barbarian Warriors also struggled to their feet and stumbled over to him. They each forcibly pulled him up, one on each side.
“Who are you? State your name!”
With the help of his two companions, Alta bravely endured the pain in his right leg and stared at the giant eagle, roaring angrily.
“Barbarians have no cowards! If you have the guts, come down, and we’ll fight another hundred rounds.”
“You’re not worthy of being my opponent.”
Lin Qingluo’s gaze turned cold, her sharply cutting words slicing at his nerves.
“Not to mention a hundred rounds, with your current state, you won’t be able to take even a single one. You’re just wasting my time.”