Remould the Glory of Sword Art
Chapter 77 - 77 70 I Not Much of an Ability Second Update!

77: Chapter 70: I, Not Much of an Ability (Second Update!) 77: Chapter 70: I, Not Much of an Ability (Second Update!) In the piercing cold wind, Chu Lin slowly raised his sleeve, pinching a thin talisman between his fingers that fluttered noisily.

Ye Qinglian and Jiang Qihu both clearly saw the characters engraved on the talisman!

Demon Race ancient script!

It was said that when a Demon Clan Venerable ascended to a Great Venerate, there was a special bloody ritual.

That was to devour a certain number of “sacrifices”!

The flesh and blood of these sacrifices would be burned, their Divine Souls melted, the more sacrifices there were, the greater the master’s strength increased… The Demon Country’s laws of survival were far crueler than those of the Human Race; it was rumored that Mo Zhen Great Venerate went mad and melted a full million creatures before achieving the Venerate’s realm!

And now.

The talisman that Chu Lin revealed was precisely an array pattern for the Demon Race’s sacrificial rite!

Jiang Qihu’s forehead veins bulged, and he shouted angrily, “Chu Lin!

As a Duke of the Dachu Dynasty, how can you resort to demon techniques!”

“Demon techniques?”

Chu Lin glanced at Jiang Qihu.

He shook his head calmly, “In the vast Dao, there is no distinction between left and right.

For me, as long as it can save our nation…

whether it is demon techniques or immortal arts, it doesn’t matter.”

With a sizzle.

He drew out Primordial Energy from his fingertips and set the talisman ablaze.

A glow lit up on the great ship.

“Boom!”

At the same time, Ye Qinglian, who had escaped danger, suddenly retreated violently, creating distance between herself and Chu Lin.

She brought her hands together again, and this time the Sword Qi Cave Heaven flung wide open, as one hundred and eight Flying Swords swept out in unison like a long dragon, forming a chain from head to tail, charging towards You Hai King, who wore an indifferent expression and with a flourish of his python robe, flapped his sleeves outward.

A huge lotus-like array of bright green patterns rose from the ground in front of You Hai King.

Ye Qinglian’s Sword Qi fanned out, summoning one hundred and eight miniature Flying Swords that instantly struck the bright green array.

Chu Lin snorted coldly, “Miss Ye, is this repayment for a favor with enmity?”

“Chu Lin!

You have truly gone mad!”

Ye Qinglian’s voice rang out sharply, “In Lichao City, there are nearly one hundred thousand lives!

As the king of Qing State, how can you bear to let them become sacrifices for your ascent to Yang God?!”

“One hundred thousand, is that many?”

Chu Lin remained unmoved, seriously asking, “How many people are there in the entire Dachu Dynasty?

If killing one person can save ten thousand, what’s wrong with that?”

“You…”

Ye Qinglian had no words to counter and could only coldly throw out, “You’re really insane.”

“Chu Lin, there’s still time.”

Jiang Qihu clenched his teeth tightly, his voice hoarse, “Extinguish the demon talisman… if you really light the Blood Sacrifice array, it will be treason.”

Chu Lin turned his head.

He looked at Jiang Qihu as if he were looking at an idiot.

“Fool.”

You Hai King said softly, “Failure is the only treason.”

Boom boom boom!

Chu Lin raised his sleeves high above his head!

Within a few miles of the huge ship, towering water columns continuously exploded.

This king of Qing State with a different surname no longer concealed the Primordial Power aura that had hidden within him for so long.

The ship was instantly propelled by countless giant waves, and out of nowhere on the Carp Tide River, a hundred-zhang-tall water tower formed, with the bow carved with a qilin head radiating an unusual glow amidst the dark night of the violent storm.

The ship seemed to have been endowed with its own soul.

The Pohuo hao “slowly” made its way toward Lichao City.

To be precise…

it was this unprecedented tide that “slowly” moved toward Lichao City.

“Kill!”

Jiang Qihu let out an enraged roar, drew his blade, and charged straight toward Chu Lin.

His body fiercely ablaze with golden Primordial Energy which condensed behind him into a towering dharma of a ferocious tiger, its mane flying and its presence immensely daunting!

Ye Qinglian pressed her hands against the ground, summoning her own dharma.

From within the Sword Qi Cave Heaven, countless vines grew, and a giant tree burst forth from the bottom of the Pohuo hao, its main trunk twining around the vertical mast she had been leaning on.

Numerous leaves and Flying Swords together sliced toward Chu Lin at the ship’s bow—

They were well aware.

The Blood Sacrifice was irreversible; the You Hai King had set his heart on using the lives of Lichao City as an offering for today’s Yang God ascension ritual.

The only way to break this situation was to kill the master before the completion of the Blood Sacrifice!

“If possible, I wouldn’t have wanted to meet you in arms,”

Chu Lin looked at the two extraordinary dharmas, “But it seems now, our principles differ too much…”

“Given these circumstances,”

The You Hai King spoke softly, “I can only invite you both to embrace death.”

…

…

The sound of the tide grew louder.

Xie Xuanyi walked in the dark, his sense of unease growing stronger.

He stopped in his tracks and sighed softly.

A faint scent of blood wafted through the air, accompanied by the increasingly near sounds of scattered footsteps.

As expected…

The so-called “gentleman’s agreement” was a complete sham.

Had the confrontation between the Chu Family and Baihua Valley already begun?

Xie Xuanyi ignited golden Primordial Fire, and the stumbling footsteps, sure enough, approached towards the light…

A moment later, Xie Xuanyi saw a young, blood-stained, fair face – a young Baihua Valley Disciple, appearing to be around sixteen or seventeen years old, at Foundation Establishment Realm.

The young face was as pale as paper.

Upon seeing the figure standing in the Primordial Fire with a bamboo hat, known as the “Tan Yi Wei Special Envoy” beside Jiang Qihu, the Baihua Valley Disciple breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Leaning on the stone wall, her voice weak but filled with respect, “Mr.

Xiao Xie…

can you save me?”

In these past days, the people on the Pohuo hao had been discussing Xie Zhen.

The Chu Family’s cultivators had painted Xie Zhen as a mysterious person of unfathomable depth, likely the personal disciple of some eminent figure from the Imperial City.

Baihua Valley had strict rules, and although these female disciples were curious, out of respect for the regulations, no one dared to speak to Xie Zhen.

Mr.

Xiao Xie?

That’s quite a novel address.

There was no need for the female disciple to explain.

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