Chapter 1234: The Man of My Dreams

Chapter 1234: The Man of My Dreams

Little Xie’s spell formation was broken in the most violent way.

Their opponent had to be a Return to Void Final Stage mighty figure or above who had attained the power of the divine dao.

Everyone turned to discover a blue-robed sword immortal flying over from a distance.

This was a graceful man holding a golden immortal sword in one hand and a disc similar to Xue Shan’s in the other. He had a cold, handsome face that was very angular and sharp, and his eyes glowed with a frosty light.

An Lin could sense from this man’s aura that he was quite a powerful cultivator.

All of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples immediately became excited upon seeing him.

“It’s Brother Ouyang Xia!”

“This is great! Brother Ouyang Xia is a Sword Immortal at the Return to Void Pinnacle Stage, he’ll definitely be able to take care of things here!”

“We can recover our Blue Dream Ancient Sword now.”

All of the disciples discussed spiritedly among themselves while Ouyang Xia made his way over to Little Xie.

He pointed at Little Xie before speaking in a cold voice, “Release the Blue Dream Ancient Sword. It belongs to our Heavenly Sword Sect.”

An Lin interjected, “Oi, the Blue Dream Ancient Sword has nurtured a spirit, so it’s considered an independent life form now. According to an unspoken rule of all sects across the Tai Chu Continent, once it escapes, it no longer belongs so your Heavenly Sword Sect. It will belong to whoever can obtain it first and make the ancient willingly accept them as its master.”

Ouyang Xia shot a cold glance at An Lin before speaking in a firm voice, “It belongs to the Heavenly Sword Sect, so no one can take it!”

An Lin’s face darkened. “Are you abandoning your dignity just so you can recover this sword?”

“An ancient sword that can nurture a spirit is exceedingly rare. What are you going to do even if I try to take it by force?” Ouyang Xia spoke with arrogance in his eyes.

At this moment, Little Xie had already carved out a divine symbol in mid-air from which a black light emanated from, and a mysterious energy fluctuation spread through the air.

Ouyang Xia’s expression shifted upon seeing this. “Stop!”

An Lin instantly positioned himself in front of Little Xie with a smile on his face. “You want to take the sword? You’ll have to beat me first!”

“You may have beaten trash like Ao Meng, but don’t think that all mighty figures at the Return to Void Pinnacle Stage are that pathetic! I’m going to make you understand just how insignificant and weak you are to me!”

A scintillating divine dao light erupted from Ouyang Xia’s golden immortal sword as his sword intent surged, making the space around him twist and fracture.

“Accept the contract!” Little Xie urged.

The Blue Dream Ancient Sword trembled, and after sensing Ouyang Xia’s arrival, it actually seemed to make up its mind and immediately rushed toward the black divine symbol.

“Piss off!” Ouyang Xia let loose an enraged roar as he slashed his sword toward Little Xie.

A golden sword projection parted heaven and earth, and a golden crescent moon, within which contained a boundless, terrifying power of the divine dao that was capable of destroying all things in its path!

This was a sword strike that was even more fearsome than the one he had unleashed to break Little Xie’s defensive formation! It was Ouyang Xia’s full-force strike!

There was very little chance that Little Xie could take this attack.

An Lin stood in front of Little Xie with an extremely tranquil expression. He pulled out his Vermilion Bird Mirror. He even had the heart to turn around and speak to Little Xie, “Hurry up, there’s no need to waste so much time establishing a contract.”

Ouyang Xia was greatly enraged upon seeing this. He felt like he had been insulted.

The price for his ignorance and arrogance could only be death!

However, upon making contact with the reflective surface of An Lin’s mirror, Ouyang Xia’s monstrously powerful sword strike suddenly switched directions right before everyone’s astonished eyes.

Ouyang Xia’s heart jolted with shock, and he immediately tried to defend himself with his sword.

However, his full-force strike was not going to be so simple to defend against.

The golden sword projection swept toward him with an unstoppable force.

Ouyang Xia was instantly knocked back several kilometers by his own sword strike, and his blood churned within his body before trickling down the corners of his lips.

All of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples were dumbstruck. Their invincible Senior Brother had just been wounded after having his own attack reflected back at him?!

“What the hell is that thing?!”

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Ouyang Xia glared with a cautious expression at the mirror in An Lin’s hand.

It was also at this moment that a crisp ringing sounded.

The Blue Dream Sword had officially become Little Xie’s underling!

“No!” Ouyang Xia turned to Little Xie with shock and rage on his face. A boundless golden light erupted from the immortal sword in his hand as he charged toward Little Xie again.

Divine Flames and Holy Flame erupted around An Lin’s body, and he activated his Fire God Mode before charging toward Ouyang Xia.

“Four Times, Fire God Fist!”

His fist was as dazzling as the sun, making the space around it twist and fracture as everything was melted into nothingness!

Ouyang Xia could detect a sense of extreme danger from An Lin’s fist.

He had no choice but to switch targets and slash his sword toward An Lin, creating a golden sword projection that was imbued with the surging power of the divine dao.

However, An Lin’s fist was able to pulverize Ouyang Xia’s sword projection with its devastating force before instantly crashing into Ouyang Xia’s body.

“Pfff…” Ouyang Xia threw up a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying once again.

All of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples were dumbstruck. Their Senior Brother had just been blasted flying by An Lin again!

“Isn’t Sword Immortal An Lin a Sword Immortal? Why are his punches so powerful?” Sun Yuluo murmured to himself.

An Lin’s aura surged, and he made his way toward Ouyang Xia like a true Fire God. “Didn’t you say I was insignificant and pathetic compared to you? Why do you keep throwing up blood then? Are you suffering from some ailments?”

Ouyang Xia gritted his teeth as he let loose an enraged roar, “Again!”

Golden sword projections lit up heaven and earth while Divine Flames incinerated the heavens as the two of them clashed in the air above!

Boom boom boom…

Shockwaves surged for close to ten kilometers, and it was as if daylight had returned to the Dead Spirit Demonic Land.

Little Xie looked up at An Lin, and a hint of a smile appeared on her round face. “He’s pretty reliable after all.”

She then turned to look at the Blue Dream Ancient Sword.

The Blue Dream Ancient Sword trembled lightly before whizzing in circles around Little Xie, as if it was trying to curry her favor.

Little Xie spoke with a smile, “Even though you’ve established a slave contract between sword spirits with me, you can still be refined by a human. What do you think about my An Lin as your Master?”

The Blue Dream Sword recoiled slightly. “Ring!”

“Oh? You say An Lin doesn’t know your heart? You already have a man of your dreams?” Little Xie spoke with a teasing smile.

The Blue Dream Sword tapped its hilt in the air, as if it was nodding in agreement.

“Who is he?” Little Xie was curious.

Sun Yuluo was just enjoying his idol’s battle when he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

What’s that?

He turned around to find a little boy sprawled onto his back. A one hundred and eighty-degree smile appeared on his dark blue face, and his eyes bulged as he extended his tongue to lick Sun Yuluo’s cheek.

Sun Yuluo: “…”

“Ah…!!!” Another scream of several hundred decibels erupted from Sun Yuluo’s mouth, and he almost lost control over his bowel functions!

“H… help me!”

His legs gave out from under him, and he collapsed to the ground as he pleaded Little Xie for help.

Little Xie looked at Sun Yuluo with a peculiar expression. “You mean him?”

The little boy nodded before elongating his tongue to lick Sun Yuluo’s neck again!

Sun Yuluo trembled uncontrollably. That familiar yet terrifying sensation made him want to blackout.

Little Xie: “… You sure have some interesting taste…”

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