dkrc Chapter 3 The First Test of the Sacred Heart
Chapter 3 The First Test of the Sacred Heart
Lieutenant Wang was greatly alarmed.
Impossible! The area within ten miles is all plains, and the only mountain is in the distance. Even the legendary Thief Saint could not possibly jump to such a height using his lightness skill.
By the time he saw the true form of the black dot, there was no time for him to be shocked.
The mysterious black figure had already landed on the ground, its toes touching the ground without making a sound.
The opponent was dressed in black, his face covered by a mysterious ice mask. He spread his arms out to his sides without any defense. Centered on his feet, a chilling force swept across a radius of a hundred meters.
In the blink of an eye, the flames, which had been roaring fiercely, had solidified into a physical form, and even the jumping sparks had frozen into ice particles.
The crimson inferno has transformed into a deep blue icy realm.
The chilling aura seeped into his body, and beads of sweat rolled down Commander Wang's forehead.
He quickly knelt down, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "I am Wang Jian, a junior officer under General Lü of the Chu Xiangcheng General's Mansion. May I ask your honorable name, senior?"
Through his mask, Sheng Wansong looked down at the humble and submissive officer.
Strength is everything, and he truly lived up to his belief, kneeling down without any burden in the face of Sheng Wansong, who was stronger than him.
"I am Indra."
"God has come to punish you!"
Since strength is paramount, one should have no complaints about being ravaged by even stronger forces.
But people never accept their fate.
Wang Jian grabbed the hilt of his sword, ready to strike, and slashed straight at Sheng Wansong's neck.
Sunlight shone on the blade, casting a chilling, desolate light. The blade was named Frostbreaker, with a spine three inches wide and a blade as thin as a hair. A hundred years ago, the Famous Sword Manor forged another divine sword, named Autumn Frost. A hundred swordsmiths, eager to test the blade against the sword, poured their life's blood into forging this precious sword, breaking hundreds of famous swords without damaging its edge. Their only regret was that they never got to test the Autumn Frost sword.
As time passed, the knife maker's descendants treasured the knife and worshipped it daily.
In order to seize this precious sword, Wang Jian secretly murdered the swordsmith's descendant, causing his family to be destroyed. After obtaining it, he cherished it and played with it day and night.
His ability to reach his current position is largely due to the help of Baodao Qishuang.
Now, he places his hope for survival on the treasured sword that has never let him down.
Under the pressure of life and death, Wang Jian's internal energy circulated to an unprecedented peak, and all the surging true energy in his body was concentrated in his hands.
The "Draw Sword Slash" is inherently a move of unwavering determination, and this sword technique embodies Wang Jian's lifelong insights into swordsmanship.
If this move succeeds, he might be able to use it to reach the level of a first-class master in the martial arts world.
The sword is a fine sword, and the swordsman has reached the pinnacle of skill, but alas...
Clang!
Neither dodging nor hiding.
The noise, like metal clashing, spread in all directions.
"What?!"
As blood gushed from Wang Jian's tiger's mouth and he was filled with horror, a cold light slashed across his cheek, and half of the blade pierced the ground behind him.
When he came to his senses, the precious sword in his hand was already only half left.
Ultimately, there was nothing that could be done.
The person in front of me remained outstretched, arms outstretched, completely unguarded, only their tone growing colder, "Will there be a second cut?"
Having failed to deliver the fatal blow, Wang Jian was terrified. He collapsed to the ground, flailing his legs backward and shouting in panic, "Fire! Fire!"
More than thirty archers in the forest fired their arrows at the same time, all of which were aimed at Sheng Wansong.
"Since there is none, then die."
"A thousand-foot sword piercing the heart!"
A chilling aura swept across the land, condensing into countless icicles that rose from the ground. These icicles were incredibly sharp, piercing through soldiers' armor yet remaining sturdy and impervious to swords and blades.
In the blink of an eye, Fujiki Village has been taken over by the Ice Forest.
The soldiers in the village, the archers in the forest, and Captain Wang Jian in front of him, a total of over a hundred people, were all impaled by ice spikes and hung five meters high.
"Ugh! Ahhh!"
All they could hear were wails of agony, because Sheng Wansong had deliberately spared their lives by avoiding vital organs.
The purpose, of course, was not because they felt the animals didn't deserve to die.
"Celestial Palace Illusion!"
Another wondrous technique from the "Sacred Heart Manual" is to use spiritual power to draw people's hearts into a false, fairyland-like world, trapping them within it.
What Sheng Wansong wanted to give them was not paradise, but purgatory.
"Kill me! Kill me!"
"Spare my son, the fault lies with me."
"I obeyed military orders, what wrong have I done!"
Everyone was tormented by the nightmare in their hearts and could not extricate themselves.
They will suffer in this torture posture, both physically and mentally, until their bodies and souls perish, and they will be eternally condemned to purgatory!
"it's over."
Sheng Wansong breathed a sigh of relief.
The Sacred Heart Technique is unpredictable and requires a thousand years to master.
This millennium is not the millennium of ordinary people, but the millennium of unparalleled geniuses qualified to perform this extraordinary feat.
Even though Sheng Wansong's talent in this world is as outstanding as that of the characters in the game, he secretly estimated that it would take a hundred years to achieve great success.
This battle was his first real combat since he had successfully cultivated the "Sacred Heart Technique." After this battle, Sheng Wansong had a much clearer understanding of his abilities.
He cleared his throat; the stab had given him a slight tingling sensation in his Adam's apple. Mastering the Sacred Heart Technique would grant him an indestructible body, but Sheng Wansong had not yet achieved mastery. If his cultivation were one level higher than Wang Jian's, or if he possessed a true divine sword or famous blade, he might be able to injure his physical body.
Since he couldn't use the "Ten Thousand Blades Piercing the Clouds" move from the Sacred Heart's Four Absolutes, he used a weaker version of it.
After spending a short while summarizing his experience, Sheng Wansong put his hands behind his back and walked towards Lin Youde, who was still rolling on the ground.
Lin Youde was seriously injured and could not recover. When he saw the mysterious man approaching, he immediately struggled to turn over and knelt on the ground before the man got close.
He knew that these senior figures in the martial arts world valued face the most, and as long as they were given enough face, they wouldn't make things too difficult for him.
Most importantly, this senior saved his life and the lives of dozens of people in Fujikimura, and he was willing to give him respect.
"Junior Lin Youde kowtows to express his gratitude to senior for saving his life."
It's not just for myself, but also to express gratitude to the remaining survivors in Fujiki Village.
Although the senior soldier was ruthless, Wang Jian and his soldiers were still groaning in pain. Strangely, despite the icy scene, he and the villagers did not suffer from the cold, but only felt cold as the temperature dropped.
Such methods are enough to prove that the senior deliberately avoided us, which is indeed the behavior of the righteous sect in the martial arts world.
"This whole affair started because of you. What are your plans for settling the remaining population in Fujiki Village?"
All the elderly in Fujiki Village were killed, and the able-bodied men who dared to resist were also brutally injured. Those who did not resist lost their limbs and bled to death at any moment. Only a few people survived by hiding.
The women and girls who survived all had their Achilles tendons severed, making them unable to perform any physical activities.
The village is no longer able to sustain itself.
"Having roamed the martial world for thirty years, I have amassed considerable wealth. I am willing to sell all my possessions to support the villagers of Tengmu for the rest of their lives!"
Sheng Wansong nodded slightly. "That's fine too."
He raised his hand into a claw and sucked Lin Youde up from the ground.
"senior?!"
Hearing Lin Youde's panicked voice, Sheng Wansong coldly ordered, "Don't move."
After saying that, the internal energy of the Sacred Heart Technique surged into Lin Youde's body, penetrating his bones and weaving his meridians. In no time, he reconnected the meridians that had been severed, and his internal energy circulated freely.
Lin Youde found it unbelievable.
He knew perfectly well that even if he went to Baicao Valley to ask Doctor Hu for help, it would take several years to recover from such an injury. Moreover, not everyone is qualified to invite a divine doctor.
It's truly unbelievable that this senior doctor could cure the illness so easily.
In addition, there was the icy true energy that surpassed that of the Tianshan Sect, the unparalleled lightness skill of the Thief Saint, and the Vajra Body that surpassed that of Shaolin.
If the other party hadn't treated him gently and with such humanity, Lin Youde would have truly believed that this person was a celestial being descended to earth.
"Thank you for your kindness in giving me this opportunity. I, Lin Youde, will go through fire and water without hesitation!"
Sheng Wansong shrugged, "Is that all you martial arts people know?"
Lin Youde wondered to himself, "Could it be that the senior is a person of the immortal path?"
Not wanting to deal with this person anymore, Sheng Wansong walked into the woods.
"Wait. Wait a minute."
The voice did not come from Lin Youde, but from the girl who was praying to heaven and earth for a curse.
The girl's feet were injured, preventing her from running. She stumbled and crawled toward the direction where Sheng Wansong had disappeared, leaving a trail of blood.