The pigeon's figure vanished directly into the void, unable to continue the fight. The pigeon desperately needed to rest; the hydra was too difficult to handle, and defeating it would take time. Information was needed. Who on earth had sealed this creature within the jade pendant? The pigeon's figure sped away from the void. As the hydra emerged from the explosion, the pigeon was already gone. The cessation of combat meant the void disappeared, and the hydra returned to the center of the lava, its body slowly sinking back in.
The current seal still posed a threat, and the pigeon had added another layer of barrier. The hydra needed to wait for the barrier's strength to wane before attacking, which would be the true opportunity to break the seal. The pigeon's figure shot towards the surface. As soon as it emerged from underground, Lin Longtian, standing nearby, greeted it with a fawning smile, "Esteemed sir, have you finished your business?"
"I'm afraid I've disappointed you. That creature is not something ordinary cultivators can contend with. I could only fight it to a stalemate. Now I need to rest. Prepare a room for me, and lend me some books regarding your Lin family ancestors to read."
"Of course, of course. This way, esteemed sir."
Lin Tianlong's face remained respectful, but after the pigeon left, his expression turned cold. He then thought, "If necessary, I will eliminate him and retrieve that treasure."
"Yes, Master."
A voice replied from behind Lin Tianlong, but no figure appeared. Lin Tianlong recomposed himself, hiding his other side. Even the pigeon couldn't detect Lin Tianlong's hidden intentions and true nature. Some people conceal not only their faces but also their hearts, and such individuals tend to live longer. Others might fall into their traps unintentionally. Of course, even if the pigeon knew of his thoughts, it wouldn't pay them much heed. The disparity in their strength was immense. Even with a portion of its power sealed upon reaching the surface, the pigeon was not someone Lin Tianlong and his ilk could defeat.
For now, Lin Tianlong could only keep his other side hidden. If he could succeed, he would. Lin Tianlong never undertook tasks he wasn't confident about. Despite his amiable demeanor, Lin Tianlong harbored many hidden intentions, which remained undiscovered.
Following the servant, the pigeon entered a room and immediately closed the door. With the magic circle activated, the door could not be opened by anyone unless the pigeon consented. The pigeon sat cross-legged, adjusting and recuperating. The battle with the hydra had been fierce, leaving its energy reserves almost depleted. If it hadn't fled quickly, it would have perished underground.
Meanwhile, Chen Tian was engaged in an intense battle with the Demon Lord. They were evenly matched. Their dual blades clashed against the long sword. Chen Tian couldn't imagine how the Demon Lord, using a long sword, possessed sword skills superior to his own blade techniques. The Demon Lord's accumulated sword experience seemed to exceed his dual-wielding experience. It appeared he specialized in a single weapon.
Every attack from Chen Tian's dual blades was effortlessly parried by the long sword. The long sword's attacks consistently deflected Chen Tian's dual blades from their intended path. Chen Tian was slightly at a disadvantage. Seeing this, Chen Tian realized he couldn't continue like this. Sparks flew as the dual blades and the long sword met. Chen Tian retreated, opened his palm, and the dual blades dissipated. He then shook his hand and clenched it into a fist.
"Since dual blades are ineffective against you, let's try swordplay."
As Chen Tian spoke, he conjured an energy long sword in his palm. Chen Tian's most powerful weapon was his long sword, but the weapon with which he could exert his full strength was his dual blades. Chen Tian's sword mastery was immeasurable. Having absorbed memories, Chen Tian had never lost in swordplay.
In truth, Chen Tian had never used a long sword against an opponent, resulting in a perfect record of zero wins and zero losses. Was it accurate to say he had never lost?
Upon seeing Chen Tian wield a sword, the Demon Lord felt insulted. Chen Tian's aura was formidable when using dual blades, but he seemed weaker with a long sword. Was he looking down on him?
This was an insult!
If Chen Tian knew the Demon Lord's thoughts, he would likely spit blood. This was not an insult at all!
Chen Tian's swordsmanship was mostly restrained, its sharpness hidden beneath a seemingly weaker exterior, unlike his dual blades, which displayed their ferocity openly.
Someone once said, "Once the sharpness is revealed, destiny is sealed!"
Chen Tian observed the Demon Lord's expression, understanding his thoughts. He met the Demon Lord's gaze with a look of helplessness, which only enraged the Demon Lord further. What did that look of helplessness mean?
What did that dismissive gaze signify?
"Boy, you... you... you are seeking death!"
The Demon Lord was furious, driven to the brink by Chen Tian. Insulting me, looking down on me, considering me unworthy of being your opponent.
I am enraged!
Chen Tian looked bewildered. He hadn't done anything! Why was the Demon Lord so angry?
Chen Tian had been looking at his long sword. That helpless expression was directed at himself. That gaze was a look of unfamiliarity with the long sword. What was going on? Why had the Demon Lord exploded in anger? Who had angered him?
That innocent demeanor only made the Demon Lord unbearable. He had angered someone and was now ignoring them.
The anger caused the Demon Lord to launch a killing blow. A streak of black light flashed across Chen Tian's neck. The sword light was merely a centimeter away from Chen Tian. Fortunately, Chen Tian dodged quickly enough; otherwise, this blow would have severed his head.
Chen Tian spun around and thrust his sword, point against point. Sword energy and sword qi crisscrossed. The Demon Lord's sword qi and pure white sword qi collided, and they were surprisingly evenly matched. The demonic power entered the long sword, increasing its power. Seeing this, Chen Tian lightly flicked his arm and spun his body. The Demon Lord's sword arm was pulled along, but it was useless. The Demon Lord's arm was connected to his body; as long as the arm wasn't severed, the sword wouldn't deviate.
As his arm moved, the sharp sword blade came towards Chen Tian. Chen Tian blocked it horizontally with his long sword. Sword against sword, the Demon Lord's long sword was heavy. Chen Tian's arm trembled slightly. The Demon Lord could wield such weight. This creature's strength was truly immense.
Even Chen Tian, facing a long sword of this weight, couldn't claim to wield it skillfully. How strong was this boss set to be?
In the top-tier world of the Chronological Era, in an inverted triangular room, several people watched the figures on the screen.
"I don't believe this boss stage won't allow you to recover your strength."
"However, that fellow is indeed a bit ruthless. This boss was created on the spot, so there are bound to be some unfair aspects."
"What are you afraid of? That's him. It won't stump him."
The voices of the group fell silent as the scene shifted to the battle. Chen Tian swung his long sword left and right, the clang echoing.
Chen Tian felt as if with every swing of the Demon Lord's long sword, he was facing a golden mountain. It was heavy, and his arm was trembling. How could such heavy materials be used to forge a long sword?
How could the Demon Lord wield it? Chen Tian couldn't comprehend it. Not only Chen Tian, but even the game design team couldn't understand it. What kind of creature had they designed as a boss on the fly?
This move, this move! This was targeting Chen Tian by the game design team!
This was pure torment for Chen Tian, wasn't it? But that wasn't their intention. It seemed...