Chapter 2225 - 2214: The Dying Clan Women

The originally eerie glowing blade of the Red Sword suddenly bore golden cracks with a clear sound. Shortly after, the cracked Red Sword seemed unable to withstand it, and with a loud ’bang’, it transformed into a dazzling spectacle of light...

However, Lin Zifeng had no time to admire the red glow lingering in mid-air. Squinting his eyes, his sharp vision noticed that the eerie red glow surrounding the Red Sword standing next to the seventeen goddesses had dimmed slightly once more!

"Indeed, after splitting into remnants, the power of the Red Sword is greatly diminished. All I need to do is strike them down one by one!"

Lin Zifeng muttered to himself, a smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. He tore a strip of fabric from his robe to bandage the wound on his right hand, deep enough to expose bone. Despite the cold sweat streaming down his chiseled face, his brow never furrowed, showing only determination!

Heaving a deep breath, Lin Zifeng lifted his head to find, as expected, that the Red Sword he had destroyed was preparing to break away from the goddesses and merge back together.

With a sneer, Lin Zifeng added a touch of confidence to his tone, "Do they need to touch each other to merge? That old thing isn’t too bright, is it?"

Earlier, when Lin Zifeng’s Dragon Soaring Soul Suppressing Palm was shattered, the reason the remnants of a dozen Red Swords seemed united was unclear. Now, engaged with the seventeen goddesses and scattered throughout the chamber, their fatal flaw was finally exposed!

But even so, the seventeen goddesses were still dominated by the remnants of the Red Sword. As the Red Swords attempted to break away from the goddesses and merge, few were able to stop them!

"Damn, when fighting me, you were so mighty. Now you’re facing a broken sword and going soft. It’s really annoying!"

After venting his frustration, Lin Zifeng allowed a light smile to surface, his eyes like stars, with the remaining light focusing on the Primordial Battle Banner observing from outside the fray!

"Primordial Battle Banner, trap them!"

At this moment, Lin Zifeng staked his life. In the past, when using the Primordial Battle Banner, he could only trap enemies within a radius of two hundred meters. Now, although his Realm had improved, he still wasn’t sure if he could reduce the range to one meter!

Fortunately, luck favored Lin Zifeng once again. The remnant shadows of the seventeen Red Swords that had just broken free were suddenly bounced back as if hitting some invisible restraint.

The once anxious seventeen goddesses, who had feared losing the Red Sword, now looked elated. Raising their delicate hands, they unleashed beams of blinding light with a sharper presence than before.

However, the seventeen goddesses did not notice that Lin Zifeng, who remained unfazed while bandaging his wounds, now had his sword eyebrows knitted together on his forehead, with blood seeping from his tightly clenched teeth.

These seventeen remnants of the Red Sword each held the power on par with a Saint Realm master. Lin Zifeng controlling the Primordial Battle Banner was under immense pressure. He could feel the Elemental Power in his body rapidly depleting and about to run dry!

Ten seconds! He could only hold on for ten more seconds! After which, his Elemental Power would be exhausted. When the remnants merge, his death would be imminent!

"Kill him!"

The battling seventeen goddesses heard the urgency and determination in Lin Zifeng’s hoarse voice, and their hands, glowing with Elemental Power, shone even brighter.

Ten seconds... what felt like an eternity for Lin Zifeng. He could distinctly see the intricate patterns forged into the dimming blade of the Red Sword.

"Crack..."

As the crisp sound rang out, Lin Zifeng’s pale face slowly started to regain color. Each time the goddesses destroyed a Red Sword remnant, his burden lightened slightly.

With each destruction of a Red Sword, a furious and resentful roar accompanied its transformation into brilliant light. Finally, only one eerily glowing Red Sword remained, struggling desperately in the chamber.

"Boom!"

When the last remnant of the Red Sword transformed into brilliant light, Lin Zifeng let out a long sigh, his body staggering, almost collapsing to the ground.

The seventeen goddesses, seeing this, felt concerned but, due to their spiritual nature, couldn’t physically support Lin Zifeng. Instead, they asked with concern, "Young Master, are you alright? That old foe should be gone now."

Nodding weakly, Lin Zifeng walked to a Stone Wall, slumping down powerlessly, closing his eyes slightly, savoring the joy of surviving calamity.

"One at the chest, one at the abdomen, one on the right arm, and my right hand almost crippled. Oh, I really admire myself for staying conscious despite such severe injuries..."

After a moment of self-talk, Lin Zifeng struggled to sit up, but as he exerted force with his hands, he aggravated the wound on his right arm, causing him to grit his teeth in pain.

Seeing this, the seventeen goddesses hurriedly gathered around, showering him with words of concern, giving Lin Zifeng a sense of satisfaction, allowing him to close his eyes for a moment’s respite.

Despite being surrounded by beauties he couldn’t touch, their silky, glutinous voices almost made Lin Zifeng forget his pain.

However, Lin Zifeng and the seventeen goddesses failed to notice that the dazzling light from the Red Sword had fallen to the ground, its weak red glow still flickering.

"Swish..."

A breeze blew by, dust settling on the iron chains that bound the eighteen goddesses’ garments. Instantly, a dim red hue covered the surface of the chains.

"Clang..."

The sharp sound of chains scraping across the ground went unheard by Lin Zifeng, who had let down his guard, and the eighteen goddesses, lost in the joy of escaping captivity, certainly didn’t hear it.

"Whoosh..."

Suddenly, the piercing sound of chains slashing through the air reached Lin Zifeng, making his heart sink. He quickly opened his eyes to see through the seventeen goddesses, the chains, dark red like a giant serpent, speeding toward him!

"Watch out!"

Realizing the sudden change, Lin Zifeng shouted a warning, urgently extending his hand to snatch the closest goddess’s garment to help her evade the impending danger...

"Ah..."

The eighteen chains, like the Soul Hooker, gleamed with dim red light and instantly pierced through the chests of the seventeen goddesses. The remaining chain shot straight for Lin Zifeng’s chest, seemingly intent on pinning him to the Stone Wall!

"Swish..."

In a moment of crisis, Lin Zifeng’s suppressed potential erupted. His body, weakened to its limit, suddenly leapt up. The dark red chain nearly grazed his shoe sole, embedding itself in the Stone Wall.

"Boom!"

Landing on the ground, Lin Zifeng’s body shuddered violently, nearly collapsing. Looking at the goddesses slowly fading away, he felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility.