Fury Towards The Burning Heaven Chapter 1274 - Where did You get Your Sword From?

Chapter 1274: Where did You get Your Sword From?

Jiang Yi was never a person who believed in giving up easily. He had endured so much hardship and humiliation when he was young in Skyplume City; he was now very firm and indomitable. He had always been an optimistic person that believed this world was still good and beautiful. All he had to do was to persevere, and everything would become better.
However, this time…
He had utterly given up hope. He did not dare to fight or to struggle again. He could not even raise his Fire Dragon Sword. He also knew that the Stellarsky Domain was facing destruction this time; no one could escape from this.
The enemy was just too strong; it was on a different level entirely. Facing an enemy with an asymmetrical amount of strength, no plans or strategies could help. This skeletal giant possessed that absolute strength.
“Hmph!”
A snort rang out as a huge shadow rushed into the skies. Everyone had stayed still, except for the Saint Emperor. His body lit up with streaks of golden light as those golden streaks concentrated into his giant fist as he flew like a bullet to attack that skeletal giant.
A mantis going against a truck!
Jiang Yi and everyone else all thought the same thing. However, they were still impressed by the Saint Emperor’s bravery. At this moment, only someone like the Saint Emperor would dare to attack that skeletal giant, right?
Swish!
The Saint Emperor’s movement had awoken many from their daze. The Buddha Thearch and Saint Empress exchanged looks as they heaved their injured bodies and shot forward. Regardless of whether they could win or not, everyone wanted to give their all. They were not the type to wait for death to come to them.
“Come, creature from the Netherworld Realm, show me what you got!”
The Xuan Thearch roared as he also flew forward. The Yin Thearch followed behind him while numerous others also followed suit. The Buddha Emperor, the Xuan Emperor, the Yin Emperor, the Night Emperor… everyone was very clear that they were not a match for this skeletal giant. However, they did not have a choice!
“Kill—!”
Although he had been struck dumb by the skeletal giant’s aura and it was difficult for him to even raise his Fire Dragon Sword, Jiang Yi roared out crazily as he also dashed forward. Jiang Xiaonu saw that Jiang Yi had moved, and she also followed behind Jiang Yi, flying into the high heavens.
Astral winds were in the high heavens. Regardless of whether everyone’s attacks could work or not, many were severely injured. If they were careless, they would be torn into pieces by the astral winds. Everyone’s eyes also revealed their determination to fight to the death as they flew like moths towards the skeletal giant.
Jek-jek!
The skeletal giant moved slightly and let out a hair-standing sound. Following that, he raised a single hand high up and gently pressed it downwards. An overbearing aura just like the pressure of Tai Mountain suddenly swept downwards; no one could get near to it as everyone was pressured downwards. The Buddha Thearch, Saint Empress, and others spat out fresh flood as they fainted in mid-air, finally crashing heavily into the ground.
“Pfff…”
Jiang Yi, the Saint Emperor, and Jiang Xiaonu were also heavily pressured as their bodies were pressed downwards; and they all spat out fresh blood at the same time. The Saint Emperor once again howled and shot upwards. This time, the skeletal giant did not use its hand to suppress the Saint Emperor; it stared coldly as the Saint Emperor neared!
“Die—”
The Saint Emperor howled as a huge fist smashed into the skeletal giant’s chest. However, before his fist managed to come into contact with its chest, that giant had moved and—in an instant—had caught the Saint Emperor in his hand!
The Saint Emperor was more than ten-feet tall; he was no different from a dragon or an elephant. However, the skeletal giant’s palm was as wide as a hundred feet. Hence, the Saint Emperor seemed to be like a frog caught in a human’s hand; that sight was visually shocking.
“No!”
Killing intent rose from Jiang Yi’s body as he shot up like a sharp sword. He saw the skeletal giant’s hand move as it gently squeezed, and the Saint Emperor’s body burst into blood mist. The Saint Emperor’s nine-star equivalent body could not even withstand a casual squeeze from the skeletal giant.
“Lad, where did you get your sword from?”
The skeletal giant’s gaze turned towards Jiang Yi as he spat out a sentence of incomprehensible words. Following that, an even more devilish and cold aura enveloped Jiang Yi and rendered him immobile. He was suspended in mid-air and watched as the skeletal giant’s hand moved to grab him.
“We are done for!”
The Buddha Emperor closed his eyes helplessly. If even the Saint Emperor could be squeezed to death so easily, for this Netherworld Realm Overlord Giant to kill Jiang Yi was as easy as pinching an ant to death. Jiang Yi’s death would also symbolize the end of the Stellarsky Domain.
Crack!
The huge skeletal hand, as expected, grabbed onto Jiang Yi’s body. Everyone also heard the sound of bones cracking. Jiang Yi’s entire body had been caught; only his head was free as a pained expression surfaced. Although he had the Mystic Divine Armor, it was obvious he had been hurt.
“Young Lord!” “Jiang Yi!” “Young Master!”
Countless people shouted out. Jiang Xiaonu—covered with blood in many places—continued to fly towards Jiang Yi. While she knew that her claws could not penetrate the skeletal giant’s defenses, she still wanted to accompany Jiang Yi and die with him.
“Lad, I’m asking you where you got your sword from?”
The skeletal giant brought Jiang Yi up to its eye-level as its cold eyes looked at Jiang Yi, making him feel suffocated. The skeletal giant released a hollow voice that made Jiang Yi’s eardrums explode, and his soul spirit tremble.
“This sword…”
Jiang Yi used all his energy and yelled, “This sword was formed from the Netherworld Thearch’s spine. It was refined from the bones of demons like you! Are you satisfied with this answer?”
“Hahahaha!”
Jiang Yi had just finished speaking as huge laughter rang out. This voice was very ancient and very pleased; it had some sort of mystical magical power that made all the zombie soldiers and zombie beasts below freeze. They all revealed a sliver of fear!
Buzz!
At the same time, the hand grabbing onto Jiang Yi suddenly released streaks of red light. Following that, a dominating aura emanated from it. The skeletal giant’s hand suddenly relaxed as Jiang Yi’s body fell downwards.
“This…”
Jiang Yi stared at the Fire Dragon Sword in his hand, full of shock. That laughter and aura had both originated from the Fire Dragon Sword.
At this moment, he had not activated the Fire Dragon Sword. However, three fire dragons started to swim from it and released glaring streaks of light. At this moment, Jiang Yi could feel that his connection with the Fire Dragon Sword’s soul spirit had been lost. This sword had become extremely foreign; it did not seem to have anything to do with him anymore!
Swish!
The Fire Dragon Sword left Jiang Yi and flew into mid-air and floated in front of the skeletal giant. A red fog emanated from the Fire Dragon Sword and finally formed a white-haired elder wearing a simple robe. The Fire Dragon Sword was then held onto by this elder’s phantom image.
This elder caressed the Fire Dragon Sword and quietly said, “Well said. Although this sword was not formed by the Netherworld Thearch’s spine, it had been soaked in countless Netherworld Realm creatures’ blood. This sword’s existence is also to slay demons such as you!”
This elderly phantom image—Jiang Yi did not recognize him. However, he was too familiar with that voice. It was the Artifact Spirit’s voice. Jiang Yi cried out in shock, “You, you are the Artifact Spirit?”
“Wrong!”
The white-haired elder swept a glance at Jiang Yi and said, “I am not an Artifact Spirit. I am this sword’s owner; the previous owner!”