Chapter 013: Lesson

Wang Bo narrowed his eyes, about to make a move, when Diana suddenly stepped forward, releasing terrifying bolts of lightning from her body.

Under Diana's control, the fearsome, brilliant lightning transformed into countless blades, interweaving like a thousand swords unleashed, endless in number and momentum—one blade after another, ten blades after ten, surging forward like poured mercury.

Three Sabers First Move: Thousand Blades Unending!

These past few days, Diana had been pondering the Dark Heavenly Emperor's Three Sabers, Three Swords, and Three Divine Techniques.

Using her own wisdom, she had adapted these techniques with her divine power, developing lightning versions of the Three Sabers, Three Swords, and Three Divine Techniques, which not only reduced divine power consumption but also increased their power.

None of the Star Faction members who charged forward could escape this move, Thousand Blades Unending.

The sky-filling lightning blade light surged out, exploding with a roar, spreading outward in rings, sending dozens of people flying first, crashing to the ground.

Then the thunder rolled, dragging even more people into its wake.

With a single move, at least a hundred people lay on the ground, convulsing all over; the leading man was foaming at the mouth, directly unconscious, but even so, sparks of electricity occasionally flickered across his body as he twitched incessantly.

Most of the others were in the same state, no different from him.

If Diana hadn't been unwilling to kill, not a single one of them would have survived.

With one move, Diana swept away nearly a tenth of the people, instantly scaring the remaining Star Faction members out of their wits; those with sharp eyes quickly retreated.

Only a bunch of fools remained where they were.

But even so, they still cowered, afraid to advance.

The woman in the blue dress who had earlier demanded that Wang Bo and the others kneel was now lying among the crowd, her skin charred black by the electricity.

But Wang Bo could tell she was not in mortal danger.

After all, Diana was a superhero; though she could kill, she was reluctant to do so.

Ding Chunqiu was not far from the crowd; seeing this, his heart nearly leaped out of his chest, and he almost lost his head to the Dark Heavenly Emperor's sword.

Although he dodged quickly, the crown on his head was split open by the Dark Heavenly Emperor's sword, leaving him disheveled, like a madman.

The Dark Heavenly Emperor sneered—daring to be distracted while fighting him, who did you think you were?

From then on, Ding Chunqiu dared not be distracted again, fighting the Dark Heavenly Emperor with full concentration; he felt that if he got distracted again, what would be cut off would not be his crown but his head.

Energy-Draining Technique!

Ding Chunqiu clashed with the Dark Heavenly Emperor in one move; as their forms crossed, he turned his hand and struck, unleashing his true ultimate skill.

The Dark Heavenly Emperor had long learned from Su Xinghe about the power of the Energy-Draining Technique, so he naturally wouldn't fall for it; he countered with a slash of his saber.

Three Sabers Third Move: One Saber Breaks the Sky!

This saber was fiercely unmatched, great simplicity returning to the unadorned; saber qi was born and used, piercing through the void, enveloping several zhang in all directions, as if to annihilate everything within, leaving no escape, at its mercy!

After unleashing this saber, the Dark Heavenly Emperor became one with the blade—the simplest, most direct, and unadorned saber—carrying unmatched dominance as it cleaved down with overwhelming force!

Ding Chunqiu was greatly startled, hastily withdrawing his hand and turning to hold his blade before him, forcibly withstanding that ferocious, unmatched strike.

A tremendous force surged through, directly blasting Ding Chunqiu away. The unparalleled blade aura exploded, shredding the clothes on his upper body, which fluttered like butterflies as they drifted through the air.

Ding Chunqiu tumbled several times in midair, then took a few steps back after landing to steady himself.

But in the next moment, terrifying wounds burst open on his skin, spraying out jets of blood.

In the end, he could not withstand that strike.

For a time, Ding Chunqiu was drenched in blood, like a blood-soaked figure, a shocking sight.

Many disciples of the Star Sect, seeing Ding Chunqiu's wretched state, were terrified, fearing that he might be defeated and die.

If that happened, the Star Sect would surely collapse.

Those who had thrown in their lot with the Star Sect would become homeless dogs hunted by everyone in the martial world. After all, during the Star Sect's heyday, they had killed many, made numerous enemies, and committed massacres more than once or twice.

If the Star Sect could remain prosperous, they naturally had nothing to worry about.

But if the Star Sect declined and fell apart, their enemies would swarm in and slaughter them all.

Thinking of that bleak future, many trembled in fear, and some of the more cowardly had already wet their pants. Another group of bolder ones looked at their weapons, as if pondering how to commit suicide painlessly.

Ding Chunqiu activated his true qi, his gaze dark. Where the true qi flowed, the burning pain immediately lessened, many wounds slowly healed, and blood stopped flowing.

Though he was covered in blood, as if at death's door, these were actually just superficial injuries.

None of these wounds reached the bone.

He could still fight.

The Evil Lord of the Mystic Heaven knew this well. He had not expected that strike to kill Ding Chunqiu; that was unrealistic. After all, having exchanged blows several times, he had some understanding of Ding Chunqiu's strength.

Strong—even by the standards of his own world, he was a top-tier expert.

But not as strong as himself. If the fight continued like this, he was confident he could suppress Ding Chunqiu within ten moves and kill him within a hundred.

"Who are you, sir? I, Ding, swear I have never offended you. Why do you seek my life?" Ding Chunqiu asked loudly, subtly stalling for time. Every moment he delayed, his injuries improved.

The Evil Lord of the Mystic Heaven knew this, but he did not care. Even if Ding Chunqiu healed instantly, he would be no match for him, let alone now.

"I owe Su Xinghe a favor, so I need your head."

Ding Chunqiu's heart sank. Debts of gratitude were the hardest to repay. Though he never took such debts seriously, that did not mean others did not value them.

But he was a man who spoke to men like men and to ghosts like ghosts; he would not simply surrender.

"So you are sent by my senior brother. I think this must be a misunderstanding. My senior brother and I are as close as brothers. How could he want to kill me? There must be some mistake. Sir, please—"

"Enough nonsense!" The Evil Lord of the Mystic Heaven cut him off, tapping his toe to instantly close the distance between them, swinging both hands simultaneously.

It was the first form of the Three Divine Techniques.

Blade cuts wind, sword cleaves clouds, tangled and chaotic, severing wind and clouds.

The world instantly turned into a sea of blades and waves of swords. Soft sword and hard blade complemented each other, combining hardness and softness in an unending chain. The漫天 blades and swords swept in. Ding Chunqiu blocked for only a moment before being blasted away.