Chapter 1260: Chapter 1260: A Mysterious Sword

Zen's provocation worked.

From the darkness, a long hook shot toward Zen and instantly caught him.

The moment it gripped Zen, his body was bound by a strange rule. This rule did not allow him to resist the attack. His entire body was as if imprisoned in chains and he was pulled into the darkness like a weightless feather.

“Now!” Zen shouted.

The moment Zen was pulled over, Hailey let go of the bowstring.

Before her Moon Bursting Flame Bow were three swirling balls of flame that floated in the air.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The target of the three round flames was no other than Zen!

Truthfully, Hailey too hesitated at the moment.

The Moon Bursting Flame Bow could be called a supreme divine weapon and naturally had its strong points. She was unable to fully unleash the power of the flame arrow. An ordinary martial artist would never be able to withstand its full power. Even an ace talent would be likely to back off.

But Zen had insisted on it. He had promised her that nothing would happen to him.

In the end, Hailey could only do as she was told.

“Humph!”

Lone snorted. Someone else from his side was pulling Zen over. His thin figure flashed as he marched toward Zen.

Lone had been unable to come up with a method to break the stalemate, but that did not mean that he was afraid of Zen.

“No matter what tricks you are playing, you must die now that you have come over to our side,” Lone said in a cold voice. He waved one of his arms and a long sword materialized in his hand.

Lone had another famed name.

He was also known as Lone, the Otherworldly Swordsman.

The Otherworldly Swordsman was the only ace talent among all independent warriors.

An ace talent was the hope of a large clan.

Usually only a few ace talents could be found in a clan.

To raise an ace talent often required sparing no efforts on the clan's part. When Lucille had participated in the battles of the Illusion Battlefield, even the patriarch of the Ji Clan had to personally pay attention to her. Ŕ₳ɴ∅ʙЕ𐌔

However, in the universe, there were always cases of unique existences.

Lone was one of them.

It had taken him thirty-one years to reach the Soul Sea Realm.

The universe was rife with talents, especially because of the world of chaos. The time period of thirty-one years was not particularly less.

After all, after the beginning of the world of chaos, the core talents reached the Soul Sea Realm quite rapidly.

In the past, it was rare for someone to reach the Soul Sea Realm before the age of fifty. But now, it was not a special occurrence to do so. Many core talents had reached the Soul Sea Realm at the age of twenty-one or twenty-two.

But what was truly impressive about Lone was that he had gained that achievement all by himself. He had transformed from an unknown independent warrior to the Otherworldly Swordsman who defeated an ace talent from the Blessed Buddha Land.

Because of that battle, Lone, the Otherworldly Swordsman, became well-known.

At that time, the Thoughtless Minds had no clue that an independent warrior could create such havoc.

The four great clans extended him an olive branch.

The ace talent was just an address, but Lone had defeated his opponent, which meant that he already possessed the strength to fight an ace talent. Thus, Lone was an ace talent himself.

No one wanted to let go of such a superior talent.

However, Lone stubbornly refused them.

Although he knew enough about the power of the four great clans, he was also aware that if he could obtain the guidance of a Supreme Lord, it would be unimaginably beneficial to him. Still, he chose to refuse their offer.

The reason was that his sword made him reject it.

Lone had only been able to achieve so much because of his sword.

Before that, he had been an ordinary, impoverished martial artist. With his cultivation at the nature level, he had been like a speck of dust in the Upper World.

Once, when Lone had been battling it out with someone, he was almost beaten to death and then thrown into a disorderly cemetery. He lay there for seven days and seven nights and found the sword beside a corpse after he woke up.

The dark iron sword looked ordinary and nothing like a godly weapon. It had been abandoned at a cemetery, so it was obvious that no one had bothered to keep it.

The moment Lone touched the sword, he was enveloped by a strong consciousness.

This dark iron sword that he now held in his hand had a consciousness of its own.

The supreme martial arts that he cultivated and the rare secret lands that he explored had all been bestowed upon him by the iron sword. This iron sword was not only his strongest weapon and asset, but also his master, his benefactor.

After obtaining this sword, Lone rose to prominence. As an independent warrior, he had amassed a great many treasures in the supreme worlds. He had also participated in the competition of the four great clans as an independent warrior. From an unknown junior, he had slaughtered his way into the domain of the ace talents.

From then on, Lone only rose to prominence.

Now, in the midst of the Thoughtless Minds, he was walking shoulder to shoulder with Lawson, Nathan, and Lucille.

Most people considered what Lone had done to be miraculous among independent warriors.

“In absolute strength, all schemes are futile.” Suddenly, the consciousness of Lone's sword communicated with him.

“I know. Before… I shouldn't have hesitated.” Lone's face was unreadable. At this moment, he suddenly wielded his sword as he charged toward Zen.

The sword had accompanied Lone for many years. He had speculated on its origins.

It did not belong to this round of the universe, rather, it came from a higher level of existence; an existence that surpassed the heavens.

The sword had informed him that the region was known as the divine land.

In the beginning when the sword had been with him, they had only used up each other's strengths. However, after being in the company of each other for so many years, their relationship had only grown deeper. He knew some of the secrets of the sword, and the sword helped him to become a Godly Genius and surpass the heavens.

When the Illusion Battlefield opened, the sword told Lone that the competition was crucial.

In the Illusion Battlefield, Lone had encountered no resistance so far. The number of people in the entire universe who were truly capable of challenging him as an opponent was not high.

After considering this, the young man before Lone seemed to be far cleverer, but he was still not powerful enough to contend Lone.

However...

the moment Zen regained his freedom in the darkness, three powerful round flames shot out from behind him.

The warrior who had hooked Zen was impulsive, but that did not mean that he had not made sure that he would succeed. The moment he hooked Zen, he had made his move. The short spear in his hand went straight for Zen's head. As soon as the spinning tip of the spear got near Zen, it was sure to impale him and crush his head.

However, the warrior did not expect three fiery arrows to appear right behind Zen just as the latter was about to be stabbed by the spear.

'Dang it!'

the warrior cursed silently. At this moment, he did not care whether or not he could kill Zen. His figure flashed. He was about to escape out of sight.

A faint smile appeared on Zen's face as both of his hands shot out like lightning and took hold of the warrior. His hands were like iron hoops and firmly clamped on the warrior's body. Zen would not allow him to break free.

“Die!”

At the same time, Lone's black iron sword pierced through the darkness and headed straight for Zen.

He did not need to think about how to attack Zen.

The dark iron sword could handle almost everything by itself. It was his greatest source of reliance, and also like a part of him.

Back then, when he had defeated the ace talent at the Blessed Buddha Land, he had not relied on his own strength. He had fully been dependent on the iron sword in his hand.

The dark iron sword belonged to him, and in a sense, he too belonged to the sword.

However, before the sword could arrive near its target, the three balls of flame exploded.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The three flames burst into nothingness, creating dazzling light that one found hard to gaze at. Even the Dark Law was unable to restrain the light emitted by the flame. It seemed to want to devour the Dark Law.

The martial artist that had activated the Dark Law stood close by, looking dejected. He was trying his level-best to maintain the Dark Law that he had set up.

“Ah!!!”

The other warriors ran away the moment the three balls of flame exploded. The ones captured burned to ashes in the flames.

After all, the Moon Bursting Flame Bow was a supreme divine weapon and had a special Law of Causality exclusive to the fire element. How could a warrior of the Soul Sea Realm tolerate it?

When Lone saw the blazing flames, the pupils of his eyes shrunk in fear. His first instinct was to retreat.

Perhaps it was only because of the sword that he had achieved so much. Strictly speaking, Lone's warrior spirit was not so strong, but that was unimportant. The sword was already a part of Lone and represented him.

“Do not be afraid. What you're seeing is the sixth level of the Fire Law, the Fierce Flame Explosion. I can help you block it!”

The dark iron sword sent a strand of its consciousness to Lone.

At the same time, a golden beam of light shot out from within the dark sword. The light was transmitted from the sword hilt. The golden light turned Lone's arm golden too. It spread over to his shoulder, chest, and neck.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a radiant golden figure.

The impact of the Fierce Flame Explosion was unable to harm Lone in the slightest.

'Still, that boy has displayed quite a technique. Is he unafraid of the Fierce Flame Explosion himself? Would he not get hurt?'

The dark iron sword was puzzled. It had no answer to this mystery.

It was only after Lone and the sword had charged into the Fierce Flame Explosion that the dark iron sword was able to glean what had occurred. Just like Lone, Zen's entire body was enveloped with a layer of golden light. The difference lay in the fact that the dense golden vortexes on Zen's body seemed to rapidly be absorbing the flame that had broken out in the Fierce Flame Explosion.

“This... this is...”

As the dark iron sword observed the transformation in Zen's body, the surprise it betrayed in its thoughts was not hidden from Lone.

“What is this?”

Lone asked with hesitation.

Ever since he had established the connection with the dark iron sword, he had realized that everything in the universe was like child's play to the sword. It never regarded any of the Supreme Lords as being unbeatable, as if there was nothing in the universe worthy of its shock.

But at this moment, when the black iron sword noticed the difference in Zen's body, it expressed its astonishment.

“Nothing. Let's kill him first.” The sword sent another message to Lone.

“All right.” By now, Lone had come very close to Zen. In fact, most techniques that the dark iron sword had taught Lone were movement techniques. The sword was an invincible existence. As long as Lone approached his opponent, he was able to leave the problem of attack to the sword without further worries.

Lone suspected that if he were to ever get physically close to a Supreme Lord, the sword would be able to kill the Supreme Lord with a single jab.

Whoosh!

The dark iron sword drew an arc in the air.

It did not emit any kind of power. Only Lone himself knew just how terrible its action was.

The young man before him was already a dead man.

However, suddenly Zen smiled at Lone. He began to retreat and started to float over to the other side.