Chapter 115 - Chapter 115 Chapter 115 Glinting Sword Guest

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Chapter 115: Chapter 115 Glinting Sword Guest? The Blind Man Chapter 115: Chapter 115 Glinting Sword Guest? The Blind Man When that slash exploded before his eyes, Zhong Xin instinctively raised his sword to meet it. Then, a force from the void transmitted through the blade, and Zhong Xin was sent flying. “How is this possible,” he thought, shaken. He had no chance to resist the power of that slash. And the direction he was flying towards was precisely where the monster was. The monster smashed a fist towards Zhong Xin, who couldn’t even react in time and was directly pounded into the ground. He coughed a few times, spitting out mouthfuls of blood, and looked up at the monster before him. Although the monster’s strength was barely at the Emperor Pulse Realm now, and it lacked any real intelligence, it was once a Divine Beast, its majestic Divine Might suppressing everything. The Divine Might was like a tsunami, rolling up thousands of massive waves; if he were facing a Monster Beast at this moment, he probably wouldn’t be able to move at all. Luckily, Zhong Xin was of the human race, where the suppression of bloodlines wasn’t as intense, so his bodily movements were just slowed down a bit. The monster’s Divine Might was like a gravity space, Zhong Xin didn’t want to entangle with it, especially since Xu Zimei was still eyeing him fiercely from the side. Source: Webnovel.com, updated on ƝοѵǤο.ƈο But now, with the pressure of Divine Might, Zhong Xin knew that without taking care of the monster first, he’d have no chance to escape. He barely avoided the monster’s attack, emptied his mind, and slowly raised the longsword in his hand. At that moment, he closed his eyes tightly, and infinite golden light radiated from the longsword. The longsword was like a fierce sun taking over, shining dazzlingly bright on the blade. …â€¦ Everyone has their own legend, people often sing the praises of the great heroes revered by the world. Their stories are passed down through ages, recorded time and again. However, not only heroes have stories in this world. Ɲ0νǥօ.сο Those many, who once were not even given a thought. You, I, Perhaps each person, regardless of strength, regardless of birth status, has their own story. Zhong Xin, ranked forty-eighth in the world of influential figures, known in the martial world as “Glinting Sword Guest.” Zhong Xin remembered clearly that from the day he was born, he was blind. He couldn’t see the outside world, and because of his uniqueness, nobody wanted to be his friend. All he knew was gleaned from the stories told by others. For example, the sky is azure blue, the clouds are pristine white. The little girl who told him stories said that he was quite good-looking, with distinct features, but looked a bit silly when he smiled. Later, the girl who told him stories left, apparently bitten by a venomous snake while picking herbs on the mountain. At that time, he was longing for light, yearning to see the world just once. Until one day, an old man came to the small town where he lived. From the old man, he learned of a mysterious and unpredictable new world, and the term “cultivation” also appeared in his mind for the first time. …… “I heard from the people in town that you have vast magical powers, you just pointed a finger and killed a Droopy-eyed White Tiger. Are you an Immortal?” The old man looked at him with a smile, waved his hands a few times before his eyes, and asked, “You can’t see?” “Yes, can you help me?” “Remember, child, in this world, no one will help you for no reason, other than your parents. What you can rely on is only yourself.” “` “What should I do then?” “In my view, everyone possesses two pairs of eyes, one pair of inner eyes, and one pair of physical eyes. The physical eyes let you recognize this world, seeing the most superficial layer of things. But it is the inner eyes that allow you to understand this world on a deeper level. Although you are blind in your physical eyes, your inner eyes are still clear.” “How can I open my inner eyes?” The young boy asked, naive and puzzled. “Just feel the world earnestly,” the old man replied with just these words before he left, giving the boy a token. He told him, if one day he managed to open his inner eyes, to come to True Martial Holy Sect to find him. After that, Zhong Xin knew he had a goal in life, and he began trying to feel the world. The flow of rivers, the heat of flames, the clamor of the wind, the coldness of stones. He learned to feel the world, to sense the existence and changes of all things. Until one day, he saw a beam of light, the first glimmer in his life. In those boring and dark years that lasted over a decade, it was the first time he saw the light. From then on, that light always accompanied him, even after his eyes had healed, he still preferred to see the world through his inner eyes. Only later did he learn that the old man who had given him that hint was the Great Elder of the True Martial Holy Sect. …… With his eyes closed, the light flickered at the tip of Zhong Xin’s sword, the reason he was known as “Glinting Sword Guest.” The true reason was that his sword was very fast, fast as light itself. Zhong Xin swung his longsword slowly; to Lin Ruhu and the others standing by, it seemed slow, as if they could easily dodge it. But the next second, Zhong Xin had appeared at the monster’s neck without anyone noticing when. A conspicuous slash appeared on the monster’s huge body. Its hideous head fell off from the neck without the monster even realizing. Zhong Xin stood with his sword, his red robe highlighted gruesomely by the blood spraying from the monster’s neck. Zhong Xin turned, pointing his sword at Xu Zimei. Previously, he seldom used that light, because he had a premonition that ever since his physical eyes recovered, his inner eyes were becoming weaker. Although he always wanted to view the world with his inner eyes, for some reason, they were not as bright as when he first began cultivation. He could also clearly feel that his sensitivity to that light was fading. Zhong Xin even had a foreboding feeling that if he used that light a few more times, he might never sense it again. That’s why he seldom used it now, keeping it as his trump card. Zhong Xin looked at Xu Zimei with an indifferent face. Just as he was about to swing his sword towards Xu Zimei, a large hand suddenly shot up from the ground and grasped him in its palm. Zhong Xin was greatly shocked; he struggled to turn his head and saw the headless monster standing up again. It seemed that the existence of a head was utterly irrelevant to the monster; it grabbed him with one hand and suddenly squeezed hard. Zhong Xin felt a great force from all directions and felt suffocated; his body seemed like it was about to be crushed to smithereens. He swung the sword in his hand with difficulty; a “whoosh,” and a brilliant sword light instantly chopped off the monster’s right arm. As the arm fell away, Zhong Xin managed to escape. He frowned at the monster, and swung his longsword again, severing the still struggling monster into pieces with several successive slashes. And at that moment, a pressing, oppressive slash came at him from behind. “`

Chapter 115 - Chapter 115 Chapter 115 Glinting Sword Guest

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