Imperial God Emperor

Chapter 571 - The Lost Sword Song

Translator: Aran

He Ju had thought to be the first to strike. Before Liu Shaji administered the fatal Lotus Flower attack, he must first suppress him.

Who strikes first prevails, who strikes late fails.

When experts battle, many times there was a fine line between victory and defeat.

He was a veteran expert of the Immortal Step boundary, and Liu Shaji lacked combat experience and possessed a shallow foundation.

Opposite.

In the face of the golden mysterious arrows hurtling over, Liu Shaji’s face was devoid of expression, looking solemn.

He drew a deep breath, performing sword seals, sending the White Lotus Immortal sword rapidly vibrating and the sword hilt splitting by itself. One became two, then two became three, then three became one million, and eventually there were countless sword shadows, overlapping one another. In the void, like a peacock unfolding its tail, the White Lotus Immortal sword spread into a barrier before Liu Shaji, with veil-like white light dancing about it.

Sunlight penetrated the white light veil, and all of a sudden the sword formation barrier flickered with countless blotches of golden light, dazzling and abnormal.

Liu Shaji was just defending, and had not launched any attack yet.

This made the audience, who was watching the battle intently, to be unable to make any sense of the matter.

Could his fatal attack be used only once?

Or was it that the attack that he killed Liu Xuezong with had wounded him?

Or Liu Shaji had been seriously injured and could not use any attacks?

Or He Ju's sudden and violent attack had made him to be unable to display the greatest power of the White Lotus Immortal sword?

Ye Qingyu was staring unblinkingly at the Storm Platform.

He was sensing the mysteriousness of the golden arrows entering his eyes, mind and heart while looking at the calm and fearless Liu Shaji.

What was he waiting for?

On the Storm Platform.

Yuan light erupted, and powerful light overflowed.

Liu Shaji did not budge an inch like a mountain.

The offense of the golden mysterious arrows was incomparably quick and violent, but the barrier formed from the White Lotus Immortal sword was impenetrable. Like a mountain stone gate, it was deflecting all the arrows.

A look of astonishment flitted past He Ju's eyes, and shortly after he could no longer suppress the raging anger inside him. The waves of yuan qi billowed his clothes and dishevelled his hair, and his eyes grew red, as if he had entered into a demon-like wild state.

He was constantly activating the golden mysterious arrows, leading to a more dazzling golden-red light on the arrows, and on the arrows suddenly emerged with a string of golden dragon-like formations.

“Golden Piecing Heaven Technique, Soaring Dragon Kill.” historical

He Ju was like an immortal, treading the clouds and condescendingly looking at Liu Shaji below.

Murderous spirit pervaded the air, and the boundary walls of the Storm Platform began to vibrate wildly.

Just then---

“Is it just that? Old dog, back then when you slaughtered the disciples of the White Lotus Sword Sect, how arrogant were you. It seems that in these years, you really have been wasting your life!”

Liu Shaji suddenly opened his mouth.

He raised his head slightly, his face devoid of expression, and his pair of eyes deep as ink looked into the air, focusing on the demon god-like He Ju whose yuan qi was frantically surging.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Despite the strong onslaught of the golden dragon formation arrows, it failed to break through the White Lotus Sword formation barrier, and only produced a deafening colliding sound upon contact with the sword formation.

Each shrill impact brought pain to the ears of everyone around the Storm Platform. Some lower level disciples felt throbbing and buzzing in their ears, and could not help but cover their ears and wail in anguish, streams of blood trickling down their ears.

How can this be?

He Ju, witnessing the rainstorm-like golden mysterious arrows being deflected by the sword one after another, had shock reflected in his eyes.

“So next, I'll send you to see your precious disciple.”

Liu Shaji looked at the eight petal lotus flower that was gradually resuming a solid form, a hint of a smile curving his mouth.

The time has arrived. Prepare to die.

He held the White Lotus Immortal Sword's main body, lip moving, reciting a mantra.

The veil-like gentle, white brilliance of the White Lotus Immortal Sword wrapped around the sword body layer upon layer, soft and gentle.

A beam of silver sword light shot out from the center of the sword, piercing through the soft veil and radiating all around.

The eight petal lotus flower at Liu Shaji’s feet began to slowly rotate, the halo of light winding and extending continuously. The air was once again filled with a sacred and elegant white lotus flower fragrance.

The golden mysterious arrows were nearing, but all of a sudden the attack ceased upon contact with the halo of light radiated from the lotus flower, as if there was a large hand in the air that pulled them to a halt.

Ding!

Ding!

Ding!

The golden mysterious arrows seemed drained of life energy. It dropped onto the Storm Platform, numerous and piling up.

It was just a halo of light of the lotus flower, yet the golden mysterious arrows instilled with the yuan qi of an Immortal Step expert had been halted and lost its power.

Amongst the people below the platform, not one of them did not have a sudden change of expression, shocked and frightened.

“He Ju reached the Immortal Step hundreds of years ago, yet a full-strength attack of his could not even near that disciple of the White Lotus Sword Sect. This is too terrifying.”

“Yes, He Ju is a headmaster of several times stronger than Liu Xuezong. This Liu Shaji really is too powerful.”

“Just now I did not even see him move and thought the lotus petals at his feet were useless.”

“Look, look at the lotus flower beneath him, there were nine petals and now there are only eight petals...”

……

On the Storm Platform.

Liu Shaji's posture was proud and solitary, his eyes did not even contain the slightest tremor or uncertainty.

He looked to where He Ju stood, and a sword song that had once shook the heavens and the earth sounded.

The colour of the white lotus is bright and clear,

The silver pointed sword is not old,

Sweep away devils and evil,

One sword beheads a group of demons.

Everyone can remember when this sword song had shook the Clear River Domain. The group of sword-wielding heroes that flew between heaven and earth, standing for justice, and moved unhindered between the clouds, sang this song loudly.

After hundreds of years, this song had finally reappeared in Jianghu.