Chapter 1189: 529 Flow State Advance!_3

Chapter 1189: Chapter 529 Flow State Advance!_3

Ning Yunyu was stunned, and Shen Ye also looked across in surprise.

Drake made a gesture.

His subordinates drew their weapons, quickly spread out, and surrounded the three of them in the middle.

Shen Ye smiled and was about to speak, but was held back by Ning Yunyu.

“Why do you want to kill him?”

Ning Yunyu asked.

“No reason, I just don’t like him—if you kill him, the divine statue is yours, and I’ll turn around and leave,” Drake said.

Oh dear, you don’t like me?

I don’t like you either!

Shen Ye grinned, ready to draw his sword, but was held back again by Ning Yunyu.

Ning Yunyu sighed.

“Drake.”

“What?”

“Do you think I would be deceived by a man a second time?”

“Only your ex-husband would betray such a beauty like you. Listen to me, I’m not lying to you, as long as you kill him—”

“Enough! If I kill him, then you and your subordinates only have to deal with me, and by then the divine statue is yours, and I’ll be at your mercy, isn’t that right?”

Ning Yunyu’s hand remained on Shen Ye’s, gripping tightly.

Shen Ye had no choice but to let her hold it.

But this scene was seen by Drake opposite them.

A hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he said hoarsely:

“Oh Destruction Queen, I always thought you were a very proud woman, but I didn’t expect you to keep a little white face.”

The Destruction Queen Ning Yunyu did not respond.

She drew a pair of claws burning with dark intense flames from the void and put them on.

“Leave, or die, Drake.”

“Woman, I hate being threatened by others the most—”

Both disappeared at the same time.

Only Shen Ye remained standing in the same place, with a bit of stupor on his face.

He had always been stopped by Ning Yunyu.

It seems she was clear about the man opposite’s covetousness towards her.

She thought it was her business.

–So she wouldn’t let me act, she acted herself.

Tsk.

Shen Ye reluctantly drew his long sword.

Oh well.

He had recently just realized the Sword Techniques of “Restraint,” perfect to try it out.

The destruction servants around charged up.

The leader was a fat man wielding a warhammer, shouting as he lifted the warhammer high and smashed it towards Shen Ye with all his might.

Sword—

The Rain Blade casually met it, with the sword tip touching the hammerhead.

The entire warhammer, along with the wielder, flew backward, crashing through the wall, and flew far away like a shooting star, gradually disappearing.

“…Watch his sword!”

The crowd reminded each other.

Three destruction servants stood in a row, simultaneously starting to chant spells.

Seeing this, the others immediately retreated a few steps.

Yet Shen Ye showed a thoughtful expression.

That sword just now—

Even though all the power was restrained, with no visible fluctuation of strength, the strike still caused too much noise.

Can it be further restrained?

Can the power of the Heaven-Shaking Technique be compressed to the extreme?

“The technique is complete!”

“Little white face, go to hell!”

The voices of the destruction servants pulled Shen Ye’s thoughts back.

He looked up.

He saw a destruction spell turning into a dark intense flame wall dozens of meters high, sweeping towards him.

No escape!

Shen Ye stepped forward, wielding the sword from above to below.

Sky Shattering Slash—

But there was no apparent power from the long sword, only the sword’s edge flashing with a cold light.

Clang!

The sword was sheathed.

The overwhelming dark intense flame wall dispersed into the void, extinguishing with it.

There was no sound at all.

No visible strong, clamorous, large-scale destructive power.

The destruction servants were dumbfounded.

This move, the Destructive Flame Wall, required three people to cast it together, chanting the spell for several seconds before it could be released.

Once the technique was completed, victory was almost assured.

However—

The opponent merely swung a sword, and the Destructive Flame Wall extinguished?

How could that be?

On the opposite side.

Shen Ye bowed his head, quietly savoring the feeling of that sword strike.

Two lines of faint small text flashed by, but they did not catch his attention:

“In your long career of battle, you begin to integrate all your sword techniques, merging them with your personal approach to create your own sword path.”

“Everything comes naturally as if you have entered a deep state of flow and epiphany.”

The small text came silently and faded away quietly, as if it knew not to disturb him.

The whole world seemed to become viscous and sluggish, and space-time became a sort of interference, like something external that could be completely ignored, speeding past his thoughts.

Shen Ye focused intently on pondering the sword techniques.

To say seriously—

He had been learning sword techniques for so long, yet had never thought about what his own sword style was like.

Then.

What is his style?

A destruction servant retreated far away, raising a crossbow, and shot crossbow arrows in succession.

Shen Ye didn’t even raise his head, only holding the sword lightly forward to “stick.”

Each crossbow arrow seemed to gain life force, like swimming fish, drawn towards the sword’s edge.

Slash.

The sword’s edge, like a lover’s gentle caress, erased the power on the crossbow arrows.

Swish—

The crossbow arrows fell to the ground.

Each crossbow arrow was intact.

—They just lost their lethal force.

Everyone was stunned.

“What kind of blade technique is this…”

Someone mumbled, dazed.

Indeed.

The blade was so sharp, and the arrows just as keen.

Yet he could accomplish such a thing?

Shen Ye raised his blade, a trace of insight in his expression.

In truth, he had no awareness as a strongman.

Bullshit strongman.

On the Death Planet, the eighth and ninth layers of the Dharma Realm were the pinnacle of might.

In the Supreme Tao Palace, the tens of layers of the Dharma Realm were what mattered.

Now he had witnessed the battles of the Eternal, Destruction, and Truth worlds—

In such levels of battle, even typical experts were like ants.

When will it end?

If only his blade could surpass all of this.

Solve the issue.

Then.

Lie down and rest.

Shen Ye leveled his blade horizontally.

Countless shadows appeared behind him.

—Dharma Manifestation·Furious King Dharma!

This is Shen Ye’s exclusive Dharma Aspect awakened after further understanding the Sky Shattering Slash!

Previously, when executing this move, illusory figures would rise from his back, wielding the Blade of Nothingness, scattering in all directions and proactively engaging the enemy.

But this time was different.

All the figures fused with Shen Ye.

He looked as though hundreds of people were layered together in a myriad of shadows.

A mysterious aura emanated from him.

“Hey, don’t come up here, you’ll die.”

He shouted this to the Destruction Servants on the opposite side.

Logically speaking.

Such words equated to provocation, and the other party would surely retort immediately, then swarm over, uniting in attack.

But this time was different.

No one felt any provocation; instead, they felt he spoke out of sincerity.

After witnessing those two blade techniques just now—

Everyone thought his words made sense.

—Can that even be called a blade technique?

It had already transcended the general conception of the limits of blade techniques, ascending entirely to some unknown level of power.

“We are not your match.” One person said sincerely.

“But we will still wait here.” Another said.

“Until our master and your superior settle the score.” A third person said.

They all retreated.

Everyone put away their weapons, stood silently at the church entrance, waiting.

Shen Ye gave them a thumbs-up, then looked up.

On the high walls of the church.

The End Demon General was still fiercely battling the Destruction Queen.

Perhaps noticing the commotion below, Demon General Drake forced Ning Yunyu back with one move, then his figure flashed, rushing straight down toward Shen Ye.

“Go to hell, little white face.”

He grinned maliciously, swinging his spear, preparing to unleash his full power attack.

The Destruction Servants loudly reminded:

“Lord, be careful!”

“His blade technique is a bit unorthodox!”

“Absolutely be wary of his blade!”

In many voices, there was a thick sense of worry.

This only further incited Drake’s ferocity.

Blade technique?

Look as I strike you so that not even dregs remain!

The spear transformed into a lightning beam flashing instantly, thrusting straight at Shen Ye’s chest.

In a split second—

Shen Ye swung his long blade to meet the sharp lightning.

Beside him, another proud voice arose:

“Great opportunity!”

A figure suddenly appeared.

—Main God’s Envoy Galian!

He wielded a dagger emitting dark light, stabbing toward Shen Ye’s heart.

Yet at this moment.

A person blocked before Shen Ye.

Ning Yunyu!

She was prepared to block Main God’s Envoy’s full-force attack with her own body!

Speaking of which, it seemed slow.

But this instant had finally passed.

The lightning spear flying in was flung away by Shen Ye’s blade, embedded steadily in the wall.

As for the Main God’s Envoy Galian’s full-force sneak attack—

Thud!

A muffled sound.

Galian was struck flying, rolling and bouncing on the ground for dozens of meters before halting.

A figure appeared at Shen Ye’s side.

He wore a pair of black gloves, a cigarette in his mouth, deep and unfathomable anger in his eyes.

“After how many years, the Envoys of Destruction are still this ill-suited for the stage.”

“Very well.”

“I bestow upon you the punishment by dismemberment.”

The dim candlelight in the church illuminated his face.

—Xu Xingke!