Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation Chapter 1711

Chapter 1711 (Raw 1723): Tyrannical Tyrant Saber
The most resilient will from the depths of Xiao Chen's heart helped him endure this boundless pressure and not give up despite the difficulty.
This will seemed to infect his frozen blood, which slowly surged and started gushing through his body again.
Xiao Chen's Qi and blood recovered, and he used all the force available to him. He shouted, and his right hand, which was grasping the spear shaft, moved back, pulling the spear out.
As though he was venting, he hurled the spear towards the floor.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
The ice and frost covering Xiao Chen's entire body shattered and fell. His body regained its mobility, and using the energy of the 9-Star Primal Core, he broke through the ice seal.
In the next moment, his Veritable Essence Energy flowed, reducing the cold Qi in his body by twenty percent.
Resplendent flames burned on Xiao Chen's palm. When Hua Yunfeng, who was about to act to save him, saw this scene, he stopped in surprise.
The aura of Xiao Chen, who had flung the spear away, flourished. He shouted again and shot forward at lightning speed, flying towards that treasure saber that caught his attention.
"Can this fellow possibly succeed?!"
Such a scene, the shocking scene of a counterattack, stirred the others. Some felt anticipation; some, envy; and some, a faint murderous intent.
Xiao Chen, who turned the situation around, experienced a breakthrough in his aura, which reached new heights.
His aura flourished all over his body. Saber light appeared everywhere; Dao Might spread out. His blood-stained white robes added to his air. Wounds covered his body, but he looked glorious.
The only female present could not help a light in her eyes, showing an expression of respect.
This person seemed to be even more manly than that elegant and scholarly Wang Yueming.
The Heavenly Shaking Mountain's Wang Yueming was very handsome, elegant, and scholarly. He was the dream man of many girls in the Heavenly Shaking Mountain.
Of course, for this girl, this feeling was purely one of admiration for Xiao Chen; she had no other intentions.
Even if he were Wang Yueming, she would not plan to do anything about it.
This female's name was Bai Yu; when they entered the Fiendish Demon Battlefield, she was acknowledged by Wang Yueming as one of his three greatest competitors.
I saw it! Xiao Chen rejoiced in his heart. After reaching a height of two kilometers, he peered through the many layers of Dao Might and finally saw that saber that caught his attention and left a deep impression in his heart.
The saber was seated in a scabbard four-thirds of a meter long. It was straight and tough, pretty much a Dao Tool that was a longer version of a straight saber.
Perfection…aside from perfection, Xiao Chen could not think of any words to describe it. This was the companion that he chased after in his dream.
"Bang!"
However, Xiao Chen only just got close when that saber suddenly moved at lightning speed. The end of the scabbard struck him on the chest.
"Pu ci!"
Xiao Chen, who was in the air, spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, he flew back to the floor several times faster than when he flew up.
"Boom!" When Xiao Chen landed on his back, he felt like his spine fell apart.
Every inch of his body hurt; he could not help grunting in pain.
"Pfft!" That Confucian scholar named Nan Jin burst out in mocking laughter when he saw Xiao Chen falling to the bottom from high above.
"I thought that it was some astonishingly powerful person. It turns out that he is only so-so. Haha!"
Nan Jin laughed coldly and stopped caring about Xiao Chen, resuming his subjugation of the Dao Tool he wanted.
However, Nan Jin's Dao Tool did not look like it was going to submit at all. After he used all his energy and strength, failure would just be a matter of time.
Hua Yunfeng walked over, smiling bitterly. He offered his hand, saying, "I really respect you. You are a true man!"
Xiao Chen, who lay on the floor, was in so much pain that he felt like dying. When he heard that, he smiled involuntarily and reached out. He grabbed Hua Yunfeng's hand and pulled himself into a sitting position.
Xiao Chen took out the Medicinal Pills that Ye Zifeng gave him. There were still two left. He took one and gave the other to Hua Yunfeng.
"Phoenix Blood Pill! This is the Holy Pill for treating injuries that Martial Grand Uncle obtained in the Great Thousand Realms in his early days."
Hua Yunfeng smelled it and immediately recognized the Medicinal Pill. However, he did not accept it. "You are not keeping it for your own use? From what I have seen of your tenacity, even if you fail again, you won't give up, right?"
Xiao Chen helplessly shook his head and said, "I've already consumed it twice. If I take it again, the effects will be much weaker. More importantly, I have only one chance left."
He vaguely sensed that the saber would give him only one more chance.
If he failed this time, he would never succeed. It would be very difficult for him to gather enough momentum for a third attempt. Doing it in one go would be the best.
Xiao Chen had failed once already. It would be hard to avoid his momentum declining during the second try. As for a third…no matter how strong his will was, his momentum would be at rock bottom.
Some things would not change just because one willed it. After all, the body was made of flesh and blood.
When Hua Yanfeng heard that, he took the Phoenix Blood Pill. "That's unfortunate. Choose another, then. There is no need to go for the best."
Xiao Chen showed a fervent gaze, his mind set. "I do not know if it is the best. I only know that it is the most suitable for me.… If I can't obtain it, I will leave the Ten Thousand Weapon Pavilion. If it is not something I want, what is the point of having it?!"
As Hua Yunfeng watched Xiao Chen treat his injuries, appearing not at all daunted, he could not help being stunned for a moment.
"If it is not something I want, what is the point of having it?" Hua Yunfeng muttered to himself, feeling embarrassed in his heart.
Bai Yu, who had been paying attention to the two, was still, as well. What a perspective!
The others were no longer paying any attention to Xiao Chen. They did not believe that Xiao Chen, who cut such a sorry figure after he crashed, still had a chance.
Xiao Chen closed his eyes, recovering from his injuries. At the same time, he also analyzed his earlier failure.
The first point was that Xiao Chen had been too severely injured and insufficiently experienced. The first time he met with an attack from a Dao Tool, he ended up injured. After that, he got attacked every one hundred meters. The injuries piled up and erupted when he closed in on the treasure saber. By then, his combat prowess had already dropped below twenty percent.
The second was that Xiao Chen had not expected the attack of that Dao Tool to be so quick.
That attack had been fast and ruthless, not giving him any chance to react, sending him straight down.
There was one final point. Xiao Chen's will had not been resolute enough. The moment the spear Dao Tool struck him, ice covered his body.
His Primal Core and blood became sealed in ice. His first reaction had actually been to give up.
After entering this place, one should have forgotten about life and death. Giving up would be just cheating others and oneself.
Whether one truly had the boldness to forget about life and death, had the determination to do this in one go, would be the key to success.
Is it there? Is it there? Is it there?
Yes!
Xiao Chen asked himself three times. Each time, he reached into the depths of his soul, deep into his bones, and tapped the endlessly gushing hot-bloodedness in his entire body.
After three times, he opened his eyes and looked to the top of the pillar, where the treasure saber was flying about proudly.
Xiao Chen did not even give himself a chance to hesitate. He decisively charged up with a 'whoosh.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
As Xiao Chen flew, he endured the pressure, only advancing and not retreating. As he soared higher, the Dao Tools along the way attacked him in succession every one hundred meters.
However, this time, he did not dodge. Should he dodge, the more cautious he acted, the worse the injuries he would suffer under the suppression of the Dao Might. Every moment he delayed would aggravate his injuries a hundredfold.
As Xiao Chen rose, he received the attacks of the Dao Tools without question.
Due to his speed, his injuries only accumulated but did not erupt. His combat prowess did not decline at all.
It was just like an overwhelming flood building up to a terrifying level but just touched the dam. The moment the flood touched the dam, the dam was still intact. However, in the next instant, when the floodwaters' force burst out, the dam would crumble.
The same principle applied to Xiao Chen now. He could remain in his peak condition for only three seconds.
After three seconds, the accumulated injuries would erupt and be even worse than before.
However, three seconds was sufficient.
All Xiao Chen lacked was these three seconds. He looked at the unruly Dao Tool and saw that the treasure saber did not hesitate to launch another lightning-quick strike at him.
At Xiao Chen's full combat prowess, the lightning-quick attack of the treasure saber seemed much slower.
In the time it took for a spark to fly, he stretched out his hand and grabbed. Just as the Dao Tool was about to injure him, he firmly grasped it.
"Rumble…!"
The treasure saber struggled in Xiao Chen's grip. The entire seventh floor shook intensely. The treasure saber erupted with shocking force. Xiao Chen clenched his teeth in a fierce expression, all the veins on his arm bulging, but he refused to let go.
One second passed. Two seconds passed. Soon, it looked like three seconds would pass. The horrifying accumulation of injuries sustained from ten-odd Dao Tools would soon erupt.
Suddenly, Xiao Chen's clear eyes shone with a golden light as he activated the Great Desolate Divine Eyes and the Azure Dragon bloodline in an instant.
The ancient Azure Dragon's tyrannical Dragon Might surged out from his body. He gave a war cry that sounded like a True Dragon roaring.
"Get down!"
Holding the treasure saber in his right hand, Xiao Chen ferociously yanked down.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
As Xiao Chen descended at lightning speed, the pillar of Dao Tools gave off loud sounds and boundless Dao Might fluctuations. The various Dao Tools descended and charged at him.
"Dang!"
As the last second passed, Xiao Chen held on to the saber's scabbard and knelt on one knee, pressing the end of the scabbard heavily against the floor.
All of Xiao Chen's injuries and the side effects of activating the Azure Dragon bloodline burst forth.
Xiao Chen could no longer suppress them. His skin split all over his body, and blood spilled out. He also vomited a mouthful of blood, spraying it over the saber's scabbard.
The blood washed off the dust, revealing an ancient word on the scabbard: "Tyrant!"
From the moment Xiao Chen opened his eyes to landing, only six seconds had passed. Many people turned their heads and discovered that he was already holding the Dao Tool. He had peremptorily knocked hundreds of Dao Tools away and landed on one knee.
Xiao Chen exuded a berserk aura, his blood-soaked figure shocking everyone.
Nan Jin, who laughed at Xiao Chen earlier, was stupefied, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
"What's going on?!"
The three monks resisted the remnant might accompanying Xiao Chen's landing. The shock on their faces was as though they had seen the Kāśyapa Buddha. They froze in place.
Hua Yunfeng was somewhat agitated, showing an excited expression. Xiao Chen really did it!
The Heavenly Shaking Mountain's Bai Yu gazed at the countless Dao Tools that Xiao Chen knocked away, somewhat speechless. This person was too tyrannical.
Too ruthless. These people were already very ruthless to themselves, daring to take the risk and enter this seventh floor.
However, they still paled in comparison to Xiao Chen.
At this moment, the hundreds of Dao disks encasing the Ten Thousand Weapon Pavilion turned chaotic.
The Dao disks lost control, and a berserk aura spread everywhere, roiling clouds and stirring up wind. The entire Fiendish Demon Battlefield shook as a result.
A terrifying mysterious phenomenon enveloped the Ten Thousand Weapon Pavilion and surged to every corner of this Fiendish Demon Battlefield.
There was only one tyrannical aura that was exceptionally clear amid the chaotic Dao Might. Everyone who felt it trembled in fear.