Elder Feng Xiao's words... Does this mean the Wind Sword Sect isn't planning to give up on the Bloodtooth Demonic Tiger?
Li Dixian's eyes flickered slightly.
"A ten-thousand-year Bloodtooth Demonic Tiger, we also wish to experience it," he said with a smile. "Brother Buyu, Elder Feng Xiao, how about… we join forces?"
Feng Buyu's eyes lit up with joy upon hearing this.
He genuinely longed to witness Li Dixian's sword.
Feng Xiao, however, raised an eyebrow, sizing up Li Dixian from head to toe.
"You?"
Just one word.
The dismissive intent was already self-evident.
"It's not that this old man is unwilling, it's just that I don't want you to lose your lives for nothing."
Li Dixian's smile remained unchanged.
He didn't take Feng Xiao's contempt to heart.
To cooperate with others, one must naturally display convincing strength.
He took a step forward.
Buzz—
Two alluring purple Soul Rings suddenly ascended from beneath his feet.
In an instant.
With him at the center.
Wind pressure surged, his white robes flapped, stirring up sawdust everywhere, even dispelling the pervasive scent of blood.
This scene, witnessed by the Wind Sword Sect disciples, was no less shocking than that ten-thousand-year Demonic Tiger.
"Purple… purple?! A thousand-year Soul Ring?!"
"His first two rings are thousand-year ones?! How is this possible?!"
"Which Titled Douluo's monstrous descendant is this Li Dixian?!"
Feng Buyu's gaze was fiery, fixed on Li Dixian.
He excitedly tightened his grip on the sword hilt behind him again, unconsciously.
If not for the ill-timed moment, he would have instantly drawn his sword to compete with Li Dixian in the Way of the Sword.
"A thousand-year Soul Ring…"
Feng Xiao's eyes were filled with disbelief.
The Wind Sword Sect was considered a powerful force on the Douluo Continent.
Yet, looking back at the sect's thousand-year history, they had never heard of a prodigy whose first two rings were thousand-year ones.
This was no longer just a genius!
It was an out-and-out monster!
He shook his head and gave a bitter smile.
"This old man was truly shortsighted."
Li Dixian retracted his Soul Rings, cupped his hands, and smiled, saying,
"Your concerns, senior, are completely understandable."
"To be honest, it is I who benefit from accompanying you, senior."
"But that Bloodtooth Demonic Tiger is truly fierce, and an extra person means an extra bit of strength."
He gestured to his companions.
"My companions here are all the elites of the younger generation in Heaven Dou City, each possessing extraordinary abilities that will surely be of assistance."
"As for the spoils of war, we shall each rely on our own fortune when the time comes."
"Elder Feng Xiao, what do you think?"
Feng Xiao's gaze towards Li Dixian showed increasing admiration.
His words not only saved his face but also did not belittle himself or his companions, and he even preemptively addressed the most sensitive issue of loot distribution.
Feng Xiao stroked his beard and smiled, saying,
"Good, good, Young Hero Dixian, then I wish us a pleasant cooperation!"
A hint of joy was in his heart.
Although his soul power had reached level seventy, he had not yet acquired his seventh Soul Ring, remaining merely a Spirit Emperor.
During the previous struggle with the Bloodtooth Demonic Tiger, several Wind Sword Sect disciples had already fallen, and the power of their sword formation was greatly diminished.
Relying solely on them, the chances of defeating the ten-thousand-year Demonic Tiger again were slim.
Teaming up with such a genius-filled group would bring all benefits and no harm.
As for splitting the spoils equally?
A sharp glint flashed in Feng Xiao's eyes; he was truly a wily old fox.
No matter how monstrous a genius… could he be faster than his level seventy soul power-driven sword edge?
At that time, the Soul Ring would be his.
The Demonic Tiger's hide, bones, flesh, and blood would be given to Li Dixian and the others as compensation… Thus, an alliance was formed between the two parties.
After a brief rest, everyone followed the intermittent bloodstains on the ground, tracking the Demonic Tiger.
However, when the bloodstains reached a low-lying area, they mysteriously vanished.
Left with no choice.
Everyone had to expand their search area and meticulously scour this region.
Approximately half an hour later, the sun was already setting in the west.
Everyone stepped into the depths of the depression.
The hot sunlight filtering through the sparse gaps in the branches and leaves should have brought warmth.
But this place, unusually, was filled with a bone-chilling cold, and the deeper they went, the more intense the cold became, as if plunging into an ice cave.
"Be careful and stay alert!"
Feng Xiao warned the Wind Sword Sect disciples in a deep voice, also reminding Li Dixian and his seven companions.
Everyone nodded, their nerves taut.
As the vegetation thinned.
The once dense bushes were only knee-high, and the visibility became clearer.
But an inexplicable sense of dread, like a dark cloud, enveloped everyone's hearts.
The terrain at the end of the depression gradually rose.
The scene ahead slowly revealed itself.
When the sight fully entered their vision, gasps of cold air rose one after another.
"This… this is…"
Li Dixian, having emerged from the depression, looked gravely at what lay before him.
This was a flat area several thousand meters in circumference.
Not a blade of grass grew on the ground, and the blood seeping from countless Soul Beast skeletons had stained the ground a dark red.
Piles of white bones were stacked like mountains, emitting a strong aura of death.
In the center of the flat ground.
A murky hundred-square-meter puddle, presumably where the Bloodtooth Demonic Tiger drank.
Adjacent to a steep mountain wall, a huge cave had been forcibly dug open, its entrance deep and dark.
On the flat ground inside the cave, a sunken, massive beast-shaped outline was faintly visible, marking the Demonic Tiger's lair.
A terrifying tiger's might, almost solidified, emanated from that cave, stirring up sand and stones everywhere.
However.
What most captivated the minds of Li Dixian, Feng Xiao, and Feng Buyu… was the sword mark deep within the Demonic Tiger's cave, a mark that ran from top to bottom, 貫穿 the entire mountain.
"This… this is…"
Li Dixian's pupils gradually constricted.
The moment his gaze touched the sword mark, the surrounding world seemed to lose its color and form.
Between heaven and earth, only that one sword mark remained!
In a daze… Li Dixian seemed to see a white-robed young man, holding an ancient sword with sky-piercing killing intent, wave his hand here, leaving behind this world-shaking sword strike.
That sword… while striking towards the mountain!
It also seemed to transcend time and space, striking directly at Li Dixian's mind!
"Pfft—!"
Just at this moment.
Feng Buyu, beside him, suddenly spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood.
The slender Swift Wind Sword in his hand let out a mournful cry, unable to bear the strain.
Approximately a quarter of an hour later.
"Ugh—!"
Feng Xiao's old eyes suddenly widened, a trickle of fresh blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, staining his long white beard red.
The three-foot Azure Lotus Sword before him actually broke free and flew away.
With a "clang," it embedded itself into the ground in the distance.
"Sword Douluo… it's the work of Sword Douluo…"
His face was pale, his voice trembling with horror.
"It's merely his enlightenment of the Way of the Sword when he acquired his fourth Soul Ring…"
"It's already beyond our reach…"
"Terrifying! Extremely terrifying!"
No sooner had he finished speaking.
Chii!
A supremely sharp and powerful sword qi suddenly poured out from around Li Dixian.
Feng Xiao and Feng Buyu, both sword cultivators, were actually forced to stagger back several steps by this invisible sharp edge.
Feng Buyu was dumbfounded.
"This… this is… Li Dixian's sword?!"
Li Dixian slowly closed his eyes.
On his forehead, the Azure Lotus Sword mark reappeared, its sharpness fully revealed, flickering on and off.
At the same time.
Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and the others heard with surprise… a series of clear and dense metallic clangs emanating from around Li Dixian.
As if two swordsmen.
Transcending different times and spaces.
Were debating the Way of the Sword, stirring up echoes of sword intent that traversed the ages…