Chapter 10

Spirit Core! This is a kind of innate ability of humans. The Spirit Cores come in various forms, such as weapons, spears, swords, flowers, trees, insects, fish, birds, beasts, and even natural elements like metal, wood, water, and fire. Some people also call them Martial Spirits.

Cultivating martial artists, once they open their Spirit Treasuries, have the potential to awaken a Spirit Core. Those who awaken a Spirit Core possess certain special abilities, and such people are often geniuses. Of course, there are also those who awaken a useless Spirit Core.

And the Spirit Core Wang Ying awakened was a Sword Spirit Core.

A Sword Spirit Core is considered a relatively high-level Martial Spirit. This type of spirit can often enhance the power of sword qi and sword techniques.

After awakening the Sword Martial Spirit, Wang Ying's aura clearly became much stronger in an instant, and a more intense sword qi surged out.

The power of his Sword Spirit Core surged into the sword, and the sword qi's power skyrocketed!

"Xiang Chen, let me kill you with my awakened Spirit Core, you will die a worthy death, go to hell!" Wang Ying roared, slashing out a three-meter-long sword qi, the power surging, this slash came down fiercely.

"Brother, be careful!"

Ye Rou cried out in alarm.

Xiang Chen dodged like a nimble monkey, and with a thud, the spot where he had just stood was split into a pit over a meter wide.

Xiang Chen's face changed slightly; this slash was much more powerful than before, comparable to a small hand grenade exploding.

"Kill!"

Wang Ying burst forward, his speed increased, and more sword qi slashed towards Xiang Chen.

Everyone around dodged and retreated, afraid of being hit by the sword qi. One of Wang Ying's servants screamed, hit by a chaotic sword qi, and was instantly cut into two pieces.

Swish! Swish! Swish...

Sword qi slashed out, and Xiang Chen relied on his astonishing speed to dodge. He hadn't practiced any body techniques, relying entirely on his speed and instinctive reactions.

"Nine Flame Flowing Light Style!"

Wang Ying roared, a sword flicked out nine sword flowers, instantly transforming into nine sword qi, slashing towards Xiang Chen, enveloping the area where Xiang Chen was.

"Little brat, let's see how you dodge this time!"

Wang Ying grinned viciously.

"Open!"

Xiang Chen roared, only able to rely on instinct to mobilize the demonic qi within his body to attack. His claws tore out, and a claw shadow burst forth.

Boom...

The claw shadow and sword qi collided. Clearly, the sword qi from this martial technique was stronger, breaking through the claw shadow, and the sword qi shattered and hit Xiang Chen.

Pant... Xiang Chen spat blood and retreated, his body being thrown back, several sword marks tearing into his body, blood gushing out.

"Brother!"

Ye Rou cried, wanting to rush over, but was held back by two servants.

Wang Ying kicked out, a leg force sent Xiang Chen flying, crashing into a table, which shattered upon impact.

"Hehe, did you see that? You're nothing, still thinking of saving your sister? Dream on."

"I'm going to cut off your hands and feet, and let you watch as I play with your sister until she dies."

Wang Ying grinned viciously.

"Brother Wang is mighty, kill him!"

"Truly a genius who has awakened a Sword Martial Spirit."

"Indeed, I heard that Brother Wang Ying was taken as a named disciple by the sword cultivation elder within the Wang Academy."

"Little brat, die!"

Wang Ying burst forward, crossing over ten meters in a blink. This sword whistled through the air, directly slashing towards Xiang Chen's head.

Xiang Chen's pupils constricted, instantly feeling a deathly aura approaching!

Is this the end?

No, it absolutely cannot be the end! I just mastered this power, and I haven't saved my sister, my father, my mother. How can this be the end?

"Kill!"

Xiang Chen roared, in this instant, he swung his fist, charging towards the sword, even if his fist was pierced through, he wouldn't care.

Boom...

In this instant, a more powerful and scorching energy surged from the golden core within Xiang Chen's body.

Xiang Chen's arm instantly swelled to twice its size, and fine silver fur sprouted.

His entire body also swelled to twice its size, transforming from a slender 1.65-meter-tall figure into a giant over two meters tall.

However, the surge in power also brought a tearing and scorching pain within his body, as if he was about to burn up and burst!

Thud!

This punch emitted a golden light, compressing the air, and a powerful pressure wave struck the sword.

Clang!

There was no bloody scene of the fist being pierced as expected; instead, it blocked the sword, and a terrifying force was transmitted through the sword.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang...

The long sword continuously shattered, from the tip to the body, breaking apart.

This force also struck Wang Ying's arm, causing him to scream in agony, his arm breaking with a crack, the broken bone piercing through his wrist, blood gushing out.

Thud!

Wang Ying screamed, being thrown back by the force, spitting blood, the hilt of the broken sword falling, and he was thrown over ten meters, crashing into the courtyard wall, which cracked and nearly collapsed.

"Ah..."

The friends of Wang Ying, who were watching, stared with wide eyes, disbelieving, at Xiang Chen, whose body had suddenly swollen like a giant, filled with shock.

"How is this possible? Wang Ying, who awakened a Sword Martial Spirit, is not even a match for Xiang Chen!"

"Heaven, what kind of monster is this guy?"

"Fiend, a fiend."

These people stared at Xiang Chen in horror, retreating step by step.

"Master!"

Wang Ying's servants hurried to help him up, terrified.

"Aaa... My hand, my hand... Ah, Xiang Chen, little brat!"

Wang Ying lay on the ground, holding his broken wrist, screaming in agony, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Thud!

At this moment, a powerful aura rushed over, and Xiang Chen directly knocked away Wang Ying's servants, coming to stand before Wang Ying.

Wang Ying's scream paused for a moment in fear.

Then, Xiang Chen lifted his foot and stepped on Wang Ying's head, grinding his face into the ground.

"Aah, little brat, let me go!"

Wang Ying roared.

Thud!

Xiang Chen said nothing, and his foot came down hard. Wang Ying screamed, his face covered in blood, his nose crushed into the ground.

"Little brat, you will die a miserable death!"

Thud!

"Aah..."

Another foot came down, and Wang Ying's teeth were crushed, blood gushing from his mouth.

"Little brat... you... ugh ugh ugh, stop, don't step, I'm stupid..."

Wang Ying tried to curse but was scared into tears, his speech slurred.

"Xiang Chen, stop!"

The servants holding Ye Rou roared, knives pressed to her neck, threatening Xiang Chen.

"Brother..." Ye Rou bit her lip, not calling for help.

"Let go of our master, or I'll kill her."

One of the servants roared.

Xiang Chen's bloodshot eyes stared at the servant, making the servant tremble. Was this still a human, a teenager? It was like a fierce beast, so cruel.

"Let go of my sister, or if you hurt her in the slightest, you and the one under my foot will be cut into eight pieces!"

Xiang Chen stepped hard on Wang Ying's other arm, his voice cold.

"Aah..." Wang Ying screamed in agony, the stench of fear and filth spreading, his bowels soiling from the pain.