56: Chapter 56: Repelling the Enemy with a Severed Arm, the Mastermind Revealed

"Great-Grandfather... Catch the sword!"

Lin Ze stood atop the flying eaves of the wooden house on the water, letting out a roar.

His black hair danced wildly in the spiritual vortex, his face pale as paper.

Deep within his Dantian and Qi Sea, the "Heavy Water Vortex" suddenly stopped rotating.

All the Limit-Breaking Heavy Water and his underlying mana were forcibly extracted, flowing through his Meridians, and injecting entirely into the central array eye of the "Canglang Sword Array" beneath his feet.

"Hum!"

The entire Reed Island, and even the water veins of Yunmeng Marsh within a five-mile radius, let out a collective groan.

High in the sky, the originally disintegrating blue sword shadows instantly froze after being infused with the Origin of the Limit-Breaking Heavy Water.

"Clatter..."

Thousands of Sword Qi frantically gathered, compressed, and overlapped in mid-air at an unnatural speed.

A "Heaven-Opening Giant Sword," thirty zhang long and forged from ten-thousand-year black ice and Nine Nether Heavy Water, formed with a boom above Reed Island.

Around the giant sword, the Void Realm actually produced visible pitch-black cracks due to the mass of the collapsing heavy water.

"Good child, leave the rest to Great-Grandfather."

At the bow of the flying cloud wave-breaking ship, the Foundation Establishment Old Ancestor Lin Zhenhai opened his tiger-like eyes wide.

The mouthful of Foundation Establishment blood essence he sprayed onto the master Formation Plate crossed the Void Realm and took control of this heavy water giant sword.

With the Limit-Breaking Heavy Water at the Peak of the fourth level of Qi Refining as the sword body, the majestic true essence of the Foundation Establishment Cultivator as the sword soul, and the second-rank killing Formation "Canglang Sword Array" as the Sword Intent hub.

At this moment, the three achieved the most incredible and peerless Fusion in the cultivation world.

"Slash!"

Lin Zhenhai's roar exploded through the Formation, in Lin Ze's Sea of Consciousness, and between the heavens and earth of Yunmeng Marsh.

"Clang!"

The blue giant sword slashed upwards towards the Foundation Establishment old monster Wen Ku, who was stepping on the air above the sky.

"What?"

Wen Ku's expression in mid-air instantly froze.

"Impossible, how could a mere array have such power?"

Wen Ku screamed in loss, his eyes full of horror.

He crazily pinched magic seals, attempting to recall the second-rank Magic Treasure [Sea-Suppressing Beast King Seal] that had been smashed into the bottom of the water to protect his body.

But it was too late.

The speed of the Heaven-Opening Giant Sword had already surpassed the limits of the water veins in this realm.

"Block it for this old man!"

At the critical moment of life and death, Wen Ku bit his tongue, not hesitating to burn his Lifespan, and layer after layer of Foundation Establishment protective true essence wrapped around him.

However.

"Rip!"

The protective true essence, which was enough to withstand the full-force bombardment of the same level of Foundation Establishment, was torn apart inch by inch like thin paper the moment it touched the sword edge, shredded into pieces in an overwhelming manner.

The mass of the Limit-Breaking Heavy Water, superimposed with the second-rank killing intent of the Canglang Sword Array, simply did not follow any logic.

"No!"

Wen Ku let out a wail.

In the last thousandth of a second before the sword edge reached his body, this Foundation Establishment old monster, relying on two hundred years of combat instinct, twisted his body strangely to the left, barely avoiding the fate of his Physical Body and Divine Soul being split in two.

"Squelch!"

Flesh and blood tore.

Wen Ku's entire right arm, along with a small part of his right shoulder, was cut off by the heavy water giant sword.

Crimson blood of the Foundation Establishment level poured down from the sky, dyeing most of the Yunmeng Marsh river surface blood-red.

"Ahhh!"

Having lost an arm, Wen Ku clutched his spurting wound, his body staggering and retreating in mid-air.

With disheveled hair, he looked like a stray dog; where was there any trace of the high-and-mighty Foundation Establishment Cultivator?

"The Grand Elder... had his arm severed?"

On the main ship below, Great Elder Wen Nuting, the Zhao Clan, and the Great Elder of the Xue Clan, along with thousands of allied army Cultivators, were struck by lightning, dumbfounded.

That was a high-and-mighty Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator, actually severely injured by the Formation on this isolated island and having an arm cut off?

"Who is it?"

"Which hidden old monster is hiding on the island?"

Great Elder Wen Nuting trembled all over, looking at Reed Island in horror.

All the allied Cultivators swallowed their saliva wildly, staring fixedly at the isolated island shrouded in water vapor.

In their view, to be able to unleash such a sword that could counter-kill a Foundation Establishment, there must be an Old Ancestor hidden by the Lin Clan for a hundred years, or some passing Golden Core power.

"Hoo..."

The river wind blew by.

Accompanied by the aftermath of that sword just now, the mysterious water spiritual mist that lingered year-round above Reed Island was completely blown away.

The array light curtain became almost transparent due to the extreme extraction of spiritual power.

The scene in the center of the island was clearly exposed to the eyes of thousands of enemy troops.

There was no white-haired old monster, nor any Golden Core power with an immortal bearing.

On the eaves of that rickety wooden house, there was only a slightly thin figure.

His green robe had turned into rags under the Sword Qi, revealing the blue-green inner armor worn close to his body.

His face was pale as paper, and a trace of crimson blood hung from the corner of his mouth—that was the backlash of his Divine Soul being overdrawn and his mana being exhausted.

But his right hand still maintained the posture of pointing like a sword, and in those bloodshot eyes, there was a sense of arrogance that looked down on all living things and disdained the world.

"Lin, Lin Ze?"

"That spirit fisherman of the Lin Clan, the rumored trash castaway stuck at the second level of Qi Refining?"

Wen Li stood on the dilapidated frigate, pointing at that figure in shock.

"Fourth level of Qi Refining... The Spiritual Pressure on his body is only at the Peak of the fourth level of Qi Refining."

The Great Elder of the Zhao Clan swept his Divine Sense over, his Dao Heart almost collapsing.

A sixteen-year-old boy, at the fourth level of Qi Refining.

Using a Mortal body to control a second-rank killing Formation, defying the heavens, and cutting off the arm of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator with one sword?

"Prodigy... This is a peerless Prodigy that is rare in eternity."

Fear spread like a plague in the fleet of the Three-Clan Allied Army.

Facing an unknown Foundation Establishment old monster, they might still have the courage to fight to the death.

But facing a monster who could severely injure a Foundation Establishment Cultivator at the Middle Stage of Qi Refining, their Dao Heart was completely shattered.

"Run, run quickly!"

I don't know who shouted first.

The hundred warships that had sworn to flatten Reed Island were instantly in chaos.

Countless Cultivators didn't even want their ships, directly sacrificing their flying Magical Artifacts to flee in all directions.

However, in this "anvil and hammer" killing game, since the anvil had already shattered the enemy's teeth, how could the high-hanging hammer not fall?

"Kill!"

Ten miles away, two second-rank Low Grade warships, the [flying cloud wave-breaking ship], roared into the scattered allied fleet.

"Great Elder Wen Nuting, pay with your life!"

The Old Patriarch Lin Zhenhai stepped on the Void Realm, his purple-gold python robe rustling.

He held a top-grade Magical Artifact long saber glowing with green light, locking directly onto the allied main ship.

"Lin Clan disciples, follow me and kill."

"Slaughter the Three-Clan Allied Army, leave none alive."

Seventh Great-Uncle the Instructor Lin Zhenyuan, Elder Lin Changfeng, along with twelve core Elders at the Late Stage of Qi Refining, led five hundred Lin Clan death squads, leaping down from the warship and charging into the enemy Formation like fierce tigers.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Spiritual cannons fired in unison.

Having lost the protection of the Foundation Establishment Elder and with their Dao Hearts collapsed, the allied army was defeated at the first touch before this tiger-wolf army of the Lin Clan.

In mid-air, Wen Ku, who had lost an arm, stared fixedly at Lin Ze.

But he didn't make another move.

The array intent left by the heavy water giant sword at the wound was frantically destroying his vitality.

Lin Zhenhai had already arrived; if he didn't leave now, he would surely fall here today.

"Lin Clan, this blood debt, this old man will remember it."

Wen Ku let out a roar, crushing a blood-escape talisman with one hand.

His whole person turned into a streak of blood light, abandoning all the descendants of the Wen Clan, and fled towards the depths of Yunmeng Marsh without looking back.

The Foundation Establishment Old Ancestor had fled.

This scene became the last straw that broke the allied army.

"We surrender, we surrender!"

"Immortal Master, spare our lives!"

The defeat was like a landslide.

Countless Cultivators knelt on the blood-stained floating ice, trembling.

...

The strong wind blew.

On the eaves of Reed Island.

Lin Ze slowly withdrew his sword finger, his tense body finally relaxing a little.

"Cough, cough..."

A mouthful of crimson blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he wiped it away with the back of his hand.

Lin Ze felt the mana in his Meridians, which was nearly exhausted but faintly rejuvenating under the nourishment of the "Azure Wave Art," and a flame called ambition ignited in the depths of his eyes.

"The situation in the outskirts of Yunmeng Marsh will be broken by my own hands today."

"This is just the beginning."