175: Chapter 175 In a Critical Moment, a Sword of Love and Destiny

The long sword in Lin Feng's hand had a greenish-gray blade, appearing simple and unadorned.

But this time, fine, blood-red patterns appeared visibly on the simple, unadorned blade.

Those patterns moved like living things, flowing slowly across the blade and emitting a chilling, ferocious aura.

"This sword is named 'Blood Drinker'." Lin Feng said calmly, "I have nurtured it for three hundred years, and it has drunk the blood of seventy-three Cultivators of the Golden Core Stage and three of the Nascent Soul Stage."

He paused and looked at Xu Ruyu: "Today, it will drink the blood of a fourth Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator—although you are not yet in the Nascent Soul Stage, I believe you have the qualifications."

Xu Ruyu's pupils constricted.

He could feel that the aura emanating from that sword had already surpassed the scope of the Golden Core Stage.

Was that… Half-Step Nascent Soul?

No. It was the true pressure of the Nascent Soul Stage!

Lin Feng, this veteran Cultivator who appeared to be only in the Late Golden Core Stage, had actually been hiding his strength all along?!

"Senior Brother Lin…" Fang Yue and the others also looked at him in shock.

Lin Feng did not explain, but said slowly: "Junior Brothers, form the 'Six Harmonies Immortal Slaying — Final Transformation'."

"Final Transformation?" Chen Yun was stunned, "But Senior Brother, that transformation requires burning…"

"Burning Lifespan, I know." Lin Feng interrupted him, his voice calm, "But today, if we do not kill him, the Sect will face a great disaster. We have received great favors from the Sect Master and must repay them with our lives."

He looked at Xu Ruyu, a flash of complex emotion appearing in his eyes: "Junior Brother Xu, I am sorry."

As his words fell, the blood-red patterns on the Blood Drinker sword in his hand suddenly lit up!

An aura of terrifying extremity erupted from the blade!

That aura was no longer Golden Core, nor Half-Step Nascent Soul. It was… the true Early Stage of the Nascent Soul Stage!

"Burning a hundred years of my Lifespan in exchange for a Nascent Soul Stage strike." Lin Feng said slowly, "Junior Brother Xu, you cannot take this strike."

Xu Ruyu's expression changed completely.

He could feel that the surrounding space had been locked and solidified by this sword strike.

He could not escape. He could not block it. He would die. He would truly die.

He took a deep breath and frantically circulated the remaining Taixu True Qi in his body, attempting to trigger the molecular resonance field once more.

But with his mental energy exhausted and insufficient True Qi, the resonance field only managed to support a thin layer, which was already tottering.

Not enough. Far from enough.

At this moment, Lin Feng's sword was already raised. The tip of the sword pointed at Xu Ruyu.

A blood-red light soared into the sky, illuminating the entire Law Execution Platform in a crimson hue.

"Six Harmonies Immortal Slaying — Final Transformation: Blood Drinking Across the Sky."

Lin Feng chanted in a low voice, his tone sounding as if it came from the Nine Netherworlds.

The next moment—the sword fell.

A streak of blood-red sword light tore through the sky and slashed down towards Xu Ruyu's head!

Wherever the sword light passed, space twisted, time stagnated, and all things withered!

This strike could slay anyone below the Nascent Soul Stage!

Below the platform, Zhao Yan's eyes were splitting with rage: "No—!"

Qingyan collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face.

Ning Caihe drew his sword and wanted to rush onto the platform, but he was forcibly repelled by the lingering power of that blood-red sword light, vomiting blood as he flew backward.

Inside the high pavilion, a smile finally appeared on Xiao Nianyin's cold face. It was over. This time, it was truly over.

And on the platform—Xu Ruyu watched that world-destroying, blood-red sword light, a flash of unwillingness in his eyes, but more of it was a sense of relief.

He had tried his best. He had truly tried his best. He slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the arrival of death.

However—just at the moment the blood-red sword light was about to touch the center of his brow, a sudden change occurred!

An imperceptible, silver-white light quietly lit up from his bosom.

The light was very weak, very faint, like a firefly.

But before that world-destroying, blood-red sword light, this wisp of firefly-like light seemed… like a needle stabilizing the sea.

The blood-red sword light stopped three inches in front of Xu Ruyu's brow. It could not advance a single bit further.

It was as if an invisible wall was blocking it there.

Lin Feng's pupils constricted sharply. He felt that his sword had been… fixed in place by some kind of power.

Not blocked. Fixed. Fixed as if even time itself had solidified.

"This… this is…" His voice trembled.

Xu Ruyu also sensed the anomaly and slowly opened his eyes.

Then, he saw it. Three inches in front of his brow, the blood-red sword light was solidified there, the tip trembling but unable to advance.

And between the sword tip and his brow, floated a… jade pendant.

A moon-white jade pendant, with a warm texture, its surface shimmering with a faint silver-white light.

In the center of the jade pendant, a simple, ancient character was carved—"Love".

The Qingtian Jade Pendant.

That jade pendant which the Little Girl who called herself Fairy Qing Tian had casually shoved into his hands in the Ancient Hall of Love and Heaven.

At this moment, it was emitting a faint silver-white light, firmly fixing that blood-red sword light, which was capable of slaying a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, in mid-air.

"This is…" Xu Ruyu was stunned.

And the next moment—the silver-white light on the surface of the jade pendant suddenly surged!

"Hum—!!!"

An indescribable Sword Intent soared from the jade pendant into the sky!

That Sword Intent was not sharp, not overbearing, and even… somewhat ethereal.

But the moment it appeared, all the spiritual energy, all the Dao rhymes, and all the Laws above the entire Law Execution Platform seemed to… solidify.

Time stood still. Space froze. All things lost their voice.

Only that ethereal Sword Intent flowed slowly between heaven and earth.

Within the Sword Intent, there seemed to be the vast Mortal World, the lingering entanglement of love and hate, the separation of life and death, and… the Sea of Hatred of Qingtian.

The Blood Drinker sword in Lin Feng's hand began to tremble violently.

The blood-red patterns on the blade flickered wildly, as if they had encountered a natural enemy and wanted to flee, but they were locked tightly by that Sword Intent and could not move.

"This Sword Intent…" A look of unprecedented terror appeared on Lin Feng's face, "This is… this is…"

He thought of a legend. A legend recorded only in the Sect's ancient texts.

Long ago, there was a Fairy who entered the Dao through love and forged her sword through hate.

With one sword, she could sever Karma. With one sword, she could break Reincarnation.

With one sword, she could make heaven and earth lose their color and make all living things weep.

Her Sword Intent was named—"One Sword of Emotional Heaven."

Four words spilled from Lin Feng's trembling lips.

As his words fell, the Sword Intent from the jade pendant erupted completely.

"Clang—!!!"

It was not the sound of metal clashing. It was… a sound as if the entire world were weeping.

The blood-red sword light shattered inch by inch.

The Blood Drinker sword's blade cracked and shattered into countless fragments, which recoiled and pierced into Lin Feng's body.

"Pfft—!" Lin Feng spat out a mouthful of blood toward the sky, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily onto the edge of the Law Execution Platform, his life or death unknown.

And that ethereal Sword Intent of Qingtian, after shattering the blood-red sword light, did not dissipate.

It hovered in the air, slowly rotating, as if… examining this world.

Then—it changed direction, aiming at that suspended pavilion high above.

Aiming at that beautiful, cold face inside the pavilion.

Xiao Nianyin's face instantly turned as pale as paper.