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Chapter 490 Indra and the Purple-Robed Scripture King
Duan Lang is dead.

The strongest fighter in Storm Riders II died from a single sword strike.

He didn't even see the face of the person who killed him before he died.

After his death, besides his blood being devoured by the phantom of the divine weapon, the Fire Kirin Sword is also worth mentioning.

The Fire Kirin Sword broke under that sword energy.

The fire unicorn armor embedded in the Fire Unicorn Sword seemed to be drawn by something, transforming into streaks of rainbow light that shot towards the sword pool.

Shortly after Duan Lang's death, the two thousand Tianmen disciples he brought with him were all defeated and killed before the Sword Worship Manor, their blood flowing into the unborn peerless divine weapon.

Of all the people who came from Tianmen, only Po Jun is still alive.

Without any hesitation, he turned and fled again.

But this time, someone blocked his way.

To be precise, a sword blocked his path.

The thousands of swords from Baijian Villa poured towards Pojun like a celestial torrent.

"Nameless, it's you!"

Po Jun roared, using all his skills, wielding both sword and saber, to unleash a sky full of sword light and shadow, attempting to block the torrent of swords that had gathered together.

However, like Duan Lang, everything he did was in vain.

The Nameless One has now surpassed his own peak and entered a completely new realm—the Boundless Sword Realm.

More importantly, he showed no mercy this time.

In just a short while, Po Jun was unable to defend himself and could only watch helplessly as sword after sword pierced through his body.

Throughout the entire series, Po Jun made many moves, while Wu Ming only made one.

—Return of Ten Thousand Swords to Their Origin!
Po Jun died, killed by Wuming's sword.

Moreover, their deaths were extremely gruesome; they didn't just die with their eyes open, but were left with no complete corpse.

His entire body was riddled with bullets and turned into pieces of flesh.

"We can't waste Po Jun's blood."

Before the words were finished, a pool of blood rose up a kilometer away and eventually merged into the blood river.

As the last drop of blood was devoured by the phantom of the divine weapon, Ying Xun led a group of disciples from the Sword Worship Manor to the manor's gate.

He first glanced at the severed limbs and the remaining martial arts practitioners scattered on the ground, then looked up at the sky: "Old man, you are really heartless. You just watched more than two thousand disciples die without doing anything. You really don't care at all?"

"They're just a bunch of ants, why bother caring?"

The voice was very soft, as if it came from the clouds, or as if it rang from the heart, carrying an indescribable majesty and cold indifference, which made people feel a little scared.

At the same time, a gust of wind and clouds rose in the sky, casting a huge shadow.

It was as if it covered the sky and sun, making the entire Baijian Manor dim.

What obscured the sky was a gigantic face, seemingly composed of countless ice crystals, lifelike, looking down upon all living beings like a god.

After five years, Indra has finally made his appearance.

"You've made such a big fuss, is it for that divine weapon in the manor?"

"That's right, but not entirely. I will not only take the divine weapon from the manor, but I will also take you with me!"

The last "you" resounded like a thunderclap, shaking the surrounding area.

That face, as cold as an ice sculpture, was surprisingly expressive, exuding supreme majesty that caused countless disciples of the Sword Worship Manor and the surviving martial artists to buckle and kneel down.

"Heh, I wonder who sent their disciple to ambush me. They were injured by me, and twice after that, they fled before I could even make a move." Ying Xun chuckled. "Di Shitian, if I were you, I would definitely wait until after slaying the dragon before seeking revenge. If you leave now, you only need to leave behind a drop of phoenix blood. Otherwise, even your Seven Deadly Realms and the Image of Returning to Divinity won't save you..."

Needless to say, the Seven No-Fold Absolute Realm allows the body to transform into a quantum state, which can be freely reassembled and is immune to all attacks.

As for the phenomenon of regaining consciousness, it can be considered a special constitution that automatically repairs external injuries.

Indra possesses both the Seven Deadly Realms and the ability to regain consciousness; few in the world can harm him, and even fewer can keep him alive.

This is also why Wu Wudi was able to defeat him but not capture him.

However, those present didn't care about the Seven Deadly Realms and the signs of recovery that Ying Xun mentioned; they only had one thought.

—Is this person Indra?!
Is that legendary figure, Indra, who has lived for over a thousand years and is on the list of those who are most feared?!

For a moment, everyone's hearts were stirred.

Of course, some people's eyes lit up.

This person came for the unforged peerless divine weapon and Ying Xun, so there will inevitably be an earth-shattering battle between him and Ying Xun.

Regardless of the outcome, at least we can feast our eyes on this spectacle.

As for Di Shitian, he remained calm when he heard Ying Xun's first few words.

When Ying Xun mentioned slaying the dragon, his enormous face changed.

In an instant, everything in the sky seemed to change color because of him, and was covered with a layer of frost, filled with a strong sense of killing intent.

The cold face above slowly spoke: "Nineteenth Young Master, how do you know about the dragon slaying?"

"Want to know? You'll have to offer information in exchange." Ying Xun smiled faintly. "Besides, could you please come down and talk? I don't like talking with my head tilted back. Don't you know it's tiring to talk like that?"

"Alright, I'll come down now."

Indra spoke very slowly, but it gave the impression that he was speaking very fast.

Moreover, as he uttered these words, an extremely yang and powerful force, seemingly without beginning or end, gathered in the clouds, causing the people below to feel a tremendous sense of oppression.

It's like Mount Tai pressing down on the top.

Some martial arts practitioners and disciples of the Sword Worship Manor even collapsed to their knees due to the oppressive force.

As Indra uttered the last word, the enormous icy face shattered with a deafening roar.

At the same time, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck down from the sky, shaking the surrounding area.

It is one of his signature moves, the Emperor's Heavenly Thunder!
……

Outside Baijian Manor, battles raged one after another.

One act ends, another begins.

While no one was paying attention, someone broke into the Sword Worship Manor.

This person's lightness skill is truly superb, far surpassing even Nie Feng, the "God of Wind" renowned for his leg techniques.

He seemed to transform into a gentle breeze or a bolt of lightning, not only moving incredibly fast but also concealing his aura and figure extremely well. Even if he passed right in front of someone, unless they were a top expert, they would not be able to see him at all.

Moreover, this person should be extremely familiar with the Sword Worship Manor.

After passing through corridors and courtyards, it didn't take long before we arrived at the most important place in Baijian Manor—the Sword Pool.

The Sword Pool was extremely hot, like a furnace.

"what happened?"

Upon arriving at the Sword Pool, the figure abruptly stopped, his two sword-like eyebrows furrowed, and his soft voice was filled with doubt. This person was tall and imposing, exuding an unparalleled domineering aura, as if anyone standing before him would be as insignificant as a speck of dust.

Besides his domineering aura, he also exuded a violent energy, yet within this violent energy, there was a subtle hint of Buddhist compassion.

Furthermore, the newcomer was only one-armed, clearly indicating that he was the leader of the purple-clad gang.

Well, to be more precise, it should be the Purple-Robed Scripture King.

Ziyi Jingwang had visited Baijian Manor many times in his early years and was already very familiar with its terrain, so he entered the Sword Pool with ease.

His intrusion into the Sword Worship Manor was naturally for that peerless divine weapon.

As for why the Purple-Clad Scripture King is now puzzled, it is because the Sword Pool is completely deserted.

It should be noted that the Sword Pool is the most important part of the entire Sword Worship Manor. Even if all the experts except Ying Xun were here, he would not be surprised.

But right now, there's not a single person in sight.

Even the swordsmith is nowhere to be found.

But the fact that there was no one around gave the Purple-Clad Scripture King a vague sense of foreboding.

"This...could it be a trap?"

As the Purple-Robed Scripture King muttered to himself, he activated his internal energy and became fully alert.

However, as he gathered his true energy and felt the surging power within his body, like a mighty river, the Purple-Clad Scripture King suddenly relaxed.

Because in the mind of the Purple-Clad Scripture King, having digested and absorbed the Scripture King's powerful true energy and secretly developed it for five years, it is no exaggeration to say that he is one of the top experts in the world. Even Wu Wudi, who once made him flee in a sorry state, is now a match for him. And in the entire Sword Worship Manor, only his grandson-in-law Ying Xun can make him somewhat wary.

However, Ying Xun is not currently at Baijian Manor.

So what is there to be afraid of?

The purple-robed King, now relaxed, turned his gaze to the sword furnace.

Inside the forge, the flames were blue-white, with a hint of eerie, fiery red within the blue-white.

Amidst endless flames, the peerless divine weapon stood suspended in mid-air, undergoing the tempering of the fire.

Its form is not fixed and it constantly changes between different weapons.

"Indeed, it is the peerless divine weapon from my dream!" A fanatical glint flashed in the eyes of the Purple-Robed Scripture King, as if he were possessed, and he laughed loudly, "It was born for me."

Before coming to the Sword Worship Manor, the Purple-Clad Scripture King had a dream in which he could sense that this weapon, like the divine weapon in his dream, possessed an incredibly powerful and magical force.

With it, coupled with his current unparalleled cultivation, he, the Purple-Clad Scripture King, will surely be able to command heroes, compete for supremacy in the Central Plains, and create an unprecedented great undertaking, just as he dreamed.

With this thought in mind, the Purple-Clad Scripture King no longer hesitated. He suddenly exerted force with his feet, transforming into a whirlwind and sweeping towards the sword furnace.

As soon as he leaped into the enormous sword furnace, the Purple-Clad Scripture King sensed the extreme heat of the blue-white flames, which could almost turn everything to ashes. He hurriedly activated the power of "No Scripture, No Dao" to resist.

In an instant, black scriptures flowed out of his body, forming a constantly circulating black aura.

If someone fluent in Sanskrit were to witness this scene, they would recognize that the scriptures in question are the Diamond Sutra in Sanskrit.

Under the scorching heat of the flames, the black scriptures twisted and deformed in the blink of an eye.

Clearly, the black scripture wouldn't last long under such terrifying heat.

However, with the cultivation level of the Purple-Clad Scripture King, even with the obstruction of flames, he could approach that peerless divine weapon in a very short time.

Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from the divine weapon, the Purple-Clad Scripture King could not hide his excitement and reached out to grab it.

Just now.

call out!
A burst of white, chilling energy shot out from the divine weapon.

This chilling aura, like a sharp arrow piercing through gold and splitting stone, instantly penetrated the protection of the black scriptures and shot straight toward the purple-robed Scripture King.

The purple-robed King felt a sense of alarm and instantly threw a punch.

boom!
With a muffled thud, the chilling energy emanating from that peerless divine weapon was in no way inferior to the full-force strike of a top expert.

With this attack, the Purple-Clad Scripture King was blasted out of the sword furnace.

Looking at his fist, it was already covered with a layer of frost, and his entire arm was trembling slightly from the cold.

"As expected of a peerless divine weapon, even without anyone controlling it, it possesses such chilling power to freeze all things."

The Purple-Clad Scripture King sighed, then used the power of the Scriptureless and Daoless to dissolve the cold air, and even condensed a protective aura around his body.

The six demonic lords of Bai Suzhen can all generate protective qi, and even experts whose power surpasses that of the one who generates the qi may not be able to break through the protective qi.

The Scripture King's "No Scripture, No Dao" was modified from the Scripture Crossing among the Six Great Demon Crossings. Since the Purple-Clad Scripture King absorbed the power of "No Scripture, No Dao," he could naturally also activate his protective aura.

However, the power of the sutra has changed hands several times. Although the Purple-Clad Scripture King can activate his protective qi, he cannot do it as freely as Bai Suzhen. That is why he did not have time to block that cold air with his protective qi earlier.

The Purple-Clad Scripture King summoned his protective aura and once again headed towards the peerless divine weapon in the sword furnace.

Buzz!
This time, the divine weapon did not emit a chilling aura, but instead resonated.

The resounding boom was like oil being poured on a raging fire, causing the flames in the sword furnace to surge and rise violently, transforming into an angry dragon made entirely of flames, roaring towards the Purple-Clad Scripture King. Wherever it passed, the air distorted and deformed due to the intense heat.

no doubt.

The Purple-Robed Scripture King was defeated once again.

However, his protective aura did not break, so the impact only pushed him back several feet without causing him any harm.

"What a peerless weapon! Not only can it transform into all kinds of weapons, but it can also control ice and fire. I must have you today." After two consecutive failures, the Purple-Clad Scripture King showed no discouragement. Instead, his eyes burned even more fiercely, and he clenched his fist in the air: "You are destined to become my weapon, and no one can stop me."

"Ah~"

Just then, a soft sigh rang out.

"Who is it?!" The Purple-Clad Scripture King whirled around.

A cloud of black mist appeared silently in the sword pool.

As the black mist dissipated, the peerless beauty of the Demon Lord Bai Suzhen was revealed. Her crimson lips parted slightly: "I heard you are now called the Purple-Robed Scripture King? Purple-Robed Scripture King, this peerless divine weapon does not belong to you."

The Purple-Robed King frowned slightly, staring intently at the newcomer. For some reason, he felt a vague sense of fear and hatred towards this woman he had never met before.

Clearly, this fear and hatred originated from the King.

Jingwang was once hunted down by Bai Suzhen. Not only did his unparalleled cultivation go to waste, but he also ended up dying and his soul being destroyed. Therefore, Jingwang both hated and feared Bai Suzhen.

The leader in purple robes, having absorbed all the power of the unorthodox and unprincipled forces, would naturally be affected to some extent.

"You... could you be the mysterious expert from Wushuang City?" Ziyi Jingwang frowned.

Two years ago, the Purple-Clad Scripture King went to Wushuang City to secretly take control of it. However, he encountered a mysterious expert whose aura was very similar to that of the person in front of him, which is why he asked this question.

"Not bad." Bai Suzhen smiled faintly, "You can also call me Demon Lord, Demon Lord Bai Suzhen!"

The Demon Lord on the Horrifying List?!

The Purple-Clad Scripture King felt a sudden jolt in his heart, but a cold smile appeared on his face. The power of the unprincipled and unorthodox flowed silently within his body, ready to unleash its most ferocious and violent attack at any moment.

"Whether it is a god or a demon, no one can stop me from seizing the peerless divine weapon today. I am the overlord of destiny, and this peerless divine weapon was born for me."

The Demon Lord Bai Suzhen chuckled lightly: "Is your confidence based on that dream?"

(End of this chapter)