Chapter 120 Shadow Spirit Sword
"Hah!" A deafening roar erupted from his mouth. Along with this roar, the tremendous power of the Sword King level in Shangguan Jiannan's body poured out. He clenched his hands tightly, and the power was so strong that it was enough to shake mountains and rivers.
However, even though he was extremely powerful, the sword seemed to be connected to the two-headed hellhound by blood, and it remained motionless and indestructible.
His pulling not only failed to shake the sword in the slightest, but instead angered the two-headed hellhound, causing it to roar even more crazily, although the sound was much weakened as it echoed in the space.
Shangguan Jiannan knew very well that this battle was extraordinary and he had to go all out in order to gain something.
Shangguan Jiannan showed astonishment, and with a deafening roar, he put all his strength into his hands, his face flushed and veins bulging.
He rooted his feet firmly to the ground, steady as a mountain. After taking a deep breath, he suddenly exerted force to draw his sword.
The shadow spirit in the Nether Jade Pendant woke up. "Hellhound, this thing is still alive, it's really long-lived. It's too early for the little guy to pull out this sword. The sword I carried in my youth was not so easy to get. Let me help you, watch me...."
"Ah!" Shangguan Jiannan roared, his voice shaking the whole area, but it was drowned out by the roar of the two-headed hellhound.
A fiery red light surged out from his left shoulder and quickly swept across his left arm. The heat wave was rolling, and even the hilt of the sword could feel the warmth.
The long sword trembled slightly, and Shangguan Jiannan showed joy: "The sword is moving!"
Roar! ——This roar, before Shangguan Jiannan’s astonishment completely dissipated, suddenly exploded like thunder, shaking every inch of space.
The sound waves surged like a tide, sweeping over him. Shangguan Jiannan felt as if his eardrums were about to burst and the pain was unbearable.
The roar from the two-headed hellhound, filled with endless anger and majesty, echoed all around, and each roar was accompanied by a horrifying aura fluctuation, as if it was going to devour all living things.
The hellhound's body trembled briefly, then miraculously stilled. Only the rough breathing sound like an old bellows seemed particularly harsh in the silence.
Upon seeing this, Shangguan Jiannan's eyes flashed with joy, and he suddenly clenched his hands. The strength in his body surged out like a flood that broke through a dam, and spread out in an instant.
His left arm seemed to be soaked in blood at this moment, weird and powerful. An indescribable force gushed out from it, accompanied by heavy breathing, and collided violently with the surrounding air.
“It seems that this method worked.”
Shangguan Jiannan thought to himself, and exerted force with both hands again, as if pulling a thousand-pound rock, pulling it backwards suddenly.
This action seemed to have touched some kind of taboo, causing all the bones in his body to make tearing sounds, pain and determination intertwined.
As Shangguan Jiannan moved, flames jumped between the scales of the hellhound where the sword was, hot and dazzling, as if they could burn everything in the world.
His feet were like nails, deeply embedded in the ground. The muscles in his arms were taut and veins were bulging. He gathered all his strength in his hands, tightly gripped the sword, and pulled with all his might.
Every time he exerted force, the hellhound's body twisted violently and Shangguan Jiannan let out a roar of extreme pain.
"Ah——" This roar, mixed with a burning breath, spurted out like a substance, turning into sharp swords of air that cut through the surrounding air.
Shangguan Jiannan's left arm was now blood red with bulging veins, as if every inch of his skin was enduring the torment of a furnace.
However, his eyes were extremely firm, and he showed no sign of retreating.
This is a contest of will and strength, a game of life and death.
Shangguan Jiannan knew very well that only by persevering to the end could he defeat this seemingly insurmountable enemy.
So he gritted his teeth and continued to increase his strength, vowing to completely conquer this messenger of hell.
A blazing flame suddenly burst out from Shangguan Jiannan's body, instantly crossing several feet away and igniting the surrounding air and causing it to distort.
At this moment, his left arm was no longer simply red, but seemed to be completely devoured by flames. His entire body seemed to be in purgatory being bitten by thousands of ants. The pain spread from deep in his bones to every inch of his skin, driving him almost crazy.
Shangguan Jiannan roared, his voice filled with endless pain and unwillingness. He tried his best, concentrating all his strength on his arms, trying to break free from the invisible shackles that bound him.
However, those silk-thin lines sparkling with dazzling golden light were like living things, tightly wrapped around his hands, and no matter how he struggled, they did not move at all.
As he struggled, the two-headed hellhound's huge body kept twisting and twitching, as if it was also suffering unspeakable pain.
The flames surrounding his body became more and more intense, turning the world into a sea of fire. The space was distorted by the high temperature, and everything in sight was blurry.
Shangguan Jiannan's robes instantly vaporized in the sea of fire, and even the long sword on his back was not spared and turned into nothingness.
Only the Netherworld Jade Pendant was still flashing a steady light, as if it had some special resistance to the high temperature.
Fire snakes danced and circled around Shangguan Jiannan, and the flames that shot up into the sky completely enveloped him, as if they were going to devour him.
His consciousness began to blur, the world before his eyes became unreal and ethereal, and he was like a puppet burned by fire, having lost his former agility and vitality.
It was like a piece of fresh blood jade, constantly emitting dark brown light. The enchanting red light spread from the tattoo, covering his entire body like dripping blood.
Shangguan Jiannan felt an unprecedented force surging in his body, but he found it difficult to control it because of the dizziness.
Just as he was about to be swallowed by this power, a cool feeling suddenly spread from his back, refreshing like a mountain spring.
This clear stream quickly spread throughout his body, forming a sharp contrast with the raging flames.
Shangguan Jiannan's hands, which were tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, finally stopped shaking so violently. He took a deep breath and tried to clear his mind.
At this moment of life and death, Shangguan Jiannan seemed to hear the call from deep in his heart, which was the desire for strength and the persistence for survival.
He clenched his teeth, gathered all his strength once again, and launched a final attack on the golden thread that bound him... The water flowed gently, washing every inch of Shangguan Jiannan's skin gently, as if it was the most delicate fingertips of nature, slowly spreading a cool picture scroll within his body.
The clear spring gurgled down the spine, bringing with it an irresistible chill, like a thread, penetrating the barrier of the skin and reaching the heart.
"Swish, swish, swish!" A series of subtle and crisp sounds jumped in the air, which was the melody of the confrontation between water and heat.
As this clear stream spread, the raging fire in Shangguan Jiannan's body seemed to be gently soothed by an invisible hand, and his red skin gradually regained its original warm color, just like a desert scorched by the scorching sun that suddenly encounters a downpour and regains its vitality.