When luck is not on your side, it can result in a debilitation of two to ten times.
Back when Qi Chuan had just broken through to the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, in a good mood, he used it once, but it resulted in a debilitation.
Thus, Qi Chuan has always been apprehensive about using this Sword Dao Divine Technique in real combat.
This has led to the technique never being used against an enemy since he comprehended it.
Today, an unexpected situation emerged.
During the magical combat, the Sword Slash Yin Yang Divine Technique stirred slightly.
Qi Chuan hesitated, pondering whether to trust this technique.
Because if a debilitation occurred, although it wouldn’t directly lead to his downfall, it would undoubtedly cause some injuries.
"Forget it, I’ll trust it this once!"
Hesitating for a moment, feeling the increasingly stronger stir within, Qi Chuan gritted his teeth and decided to give it a try.
Primarily because he felt that if he didn’t seize the opportunity to use it this time due to hesitation, he would never have another chance to deploy Sword Slash Yin Yang in combat.
And a Sword Dao Divine Technique that can’t be used in real combat is as good as wasted, which would be a pity.
Consider it a risky decision to salvage a Sword Dao Divine Technique...
"Sword Slash Yin Yang!"
Having made up his mind, Qi Chuan hesitated no more. With a thought, he directly employed the Sword Slash Yin Yang Divine Technique.
Then, under the strange gaze of Yao Feng, who furrowed his brows, the Sea-Suppressing Sword in the void suddenly flickered with unstable brilliance. Its emitted energy fluctuations were extremely erratic, sometimes strong, sometimes weak.
"What’s going on, is he going mad?"
Yao Feng speculated inwardly.
Going mad would be better.
Saves him the effort.
However, just as this thought crossed Yao Feng’s mind, the light of the Sea-Suppressing Sword swiftly stabilized, and its brilliance soared straight up. At the same time, its power was increasing at an astonishing rate.
"How is this possible?"
Seeing this, Yao Feng’s pupils contracted.
Twice the power!
In just an instant, the power of the Sea-Suppressing Sword had doubled!
At the level of a Great True Monarch, even a ten or twenty percent power increase is a significant improvement that cannot be ignored.
An immediate two-fold increase, what does this mean?
Even his Red Nether Flame wouldn’t enhance his power by this much!
Damn it, how can I fight this?!
Yet, beneath his livid expression, the power of the Sea-Suppressing Sword continued to increase.
Threefold.
Fourfold.
Fivefold!
In a mere moment, the power of the Sea-Suppressing Sword swelled to an astonishing fivefold increase!
Although it had gradually stabilized and stopped rising.
Yet with its current power, it had reached a point where Yao Feng could only look up in awe and utmost terror.
In the void ahead, the Sea-Suppressing Sword quietly hovered, continually emitting slight fluctuations, which caused the surrounding space to begin cracking, reaching terrifying levels.
Witnessing this, Yao Feng, though enveloped in all-consuming flames, his body burning like fire, appeared eerily pale, fear and alarm reflecting in his trembling eyes and pupils. He spoke with difficulty:
"Fellow Daoist Qi Chuan, can we reconcile?"
Upon hearing this.
A gentle laugh emanated from within the flying sword ahead in the void.
"Fellow Daoist Yao Feng, I told you early on, if you voluntarily gave up the special Spirit Flame, your outcome would be better..."
"What a pity you didn’t listen..."
"Now you’re proposing a reconciliation, don’t you think it’s a bit late?"
Listening to Qi Chuan’s voice, a bitter smile crept up on Yao Feng’s lips, while an unspeakable despair surged within him.
However, Qi Chuan left Yao Feng no further time.
"Sea-Suppressing Sword, slash."
A faint voice emanated from the Lifebound Flying Sword.
Immediately, the Sea-Suppressing Sword glided gently forward, its elegance indescribable.
All around seemed to dim, leaving only this sword in the void.
With a single slash, it tore through space, making everything ahead retreat seemingly.
Within this slash, the hundred-zhang torrent of Red Nether Flame, resembling a colossal dragon, was instantly cleaved in two, diverging to the sides, creating a massive passage in between.
Within this passage, the Sea-Suppressing Sword transformed into a Sword Shadow, moving unobstructed.
As it glided slowly through the passage, the Sea-Suppressing Sword reached the torrent’s end, where Yao Feng stood helpless and terrified.
Seeing the flying sword arrive, Yao Feng, unwilling to meet his demise, desperately unleashed multiple divine techniques in a bid to salvage the unsalvageable situation.
However, it was ultimately futile.
Yao Feng’s struggle merely delayed the Sea-Suppressing Sword for three breaths.
After three breaths, both Yao Feng’s body and his Nascent Soul were instantly torn apart in his expression of sheer terror...
Boom...
After slaying Yao Feng, the Sea-Suppressing Sword continued forward for a stretch before gradually halting, but waves of shocking magical combat aftermath still rippled behind, not ceasing.
It wasn’t until a good while later that these aftermath waves slightly stabilized.
Brilliant light burst forth from the Sea-Suppressing Sword.
Soon the brilliance dimmed, revealing a handsome young man holding a flying sword.
This was Qi Chuan, his expression remained somewhat indifferent.
Slowly turning around, Qi Chuan looked back.
He ignored the other chaotic scenes.
The focus was on the items left behind after Yao Feng’s downfall.
A Qiankun bag enveloped by mana was deliberately left by Qi Chuan, safeguarded by mana from damage, or else it would have long since been rendered null by the flying sword.
Besides that, the Red Nether Flame... Qi Chuan saw no trace of it.
"Alas, I’ve heard that special Spirit Flames recognize only one master, and once the master falls, the special Spirit Flame dissipates, its power returning to the heavens and earth. It seems that’s indeed the case, what a pity..."
Qi Chuan shook his head, sighing.
The power of this Red Nether Flame was indeed formidable.
But Yao Feng’s own strength was not particularly exceptional.
Over the years, the fact that after acquiring the Red Nether Flame, he wasn’t targeted by more powerful Great True Monarchs was due to this.
"However, fortunately, there’s another special Spirit Flame under my gaze, and from what I can feel, its strength should surpass this Red Nether Flame!"
A flicker of anticipation crossed Qi Chuan’s eyes.
Then, with a beckoning gesture, Yao Feng’s Qiankun Bag flew into his hand.
Within this Qiankun Bag, of course, there were defenses of the Power of Divine Soul.
Yet, with Yao Feng’s fall, this power had significantly weakened.
Moreover, Qi Chuan’s inherent strength of Divine Soul far exceeded Yao Feng’s.
Thus, with just a casual surge of Power of Divine Soul, the defenses within the Qiankun Bag were swiftly dispersed, and the multitude of items within were sensed by Qi Chuan’s mind.
Though these resources were of high grade and abundant in quantity.
At the moment, however, Qi Chuan wasn’t too focused on them.
He merely glanced through them casually, and finding nothing particularly dangerous, he stored away the Qiankun Bag, then turned his eyes toward a distant direction, his expression slightly brightening.
There, amidst countless incandescent white magma, a gigantic Invisible Qi Flowing Fire Lotus floated silently. Threads of invisible flame gradually rose into the surrounding space.
This scene was full of beauty, giving an impression akin to a piece of art.
Exquisitely beautiful and dangerous.
This special Spirit Flame is what concerns Qi Chuan the most at this moment!