Chapter 228 - Repelling Count Dracula
Everyone was stunned.
All of the disciples of the clan knew just how powerful their leader was just by looking at how he managed to kill a vampire with Invincible Vajra Level powers with a single thrust.
Jingyunzi’s powers had been tempered for a very, very long time at the Invincible Vajra Level, after all.
It was just like Count Dracula said, if the world were to see yet another change, Jingyunzi would have most definitely made a breakthrough into the Celestial Realm right away.
Yet, such a being remained utterly helpless in front of the Count.
The power difference was to such extent that Jingyunzi simply stood no chance against the Count.
He was easily and severely injured with just a single attack from the Count.
It was simply too terrifying.
The True Force Seven-sectioned Formation was blasted apart right there and then. Countless disciples of the clan spat up blood, and that time, not even the likes of Martial Arts Legends were capable of withstanding the attack. They were killed instantly.
The size of the formation shrunk yet again.
Almost all who were below National Guardian Level perished.
It was a huge loss to the WuTang Clan.
The Count then let out an eerie shriek.
He was getting ready to launch yet another attack.
However, a bolt of frightening sword aura rained from the sky, blitzing through the air and sweeping about the night sky in an instant.
The Count sensed the immense threat looming over him in an instant. He backed away almost out of instinct.
Boom, boom, boom!
While he was able to evade in time, the vampires behind him were not as quick with their reflexes. All of them were quickly hit by the sword aura and reduced to a bloody mist that rained down on the ground below.
All of them were destroyed by that one attack, which was so frighteningly formidable not even a single chunk of flesh was left. The regenerative powers that the vampires were so proud of were utterly useless before that sword aura attack.
The Count just barely managed to evade that frightening attack and had no time to spare for aching over the loss of his underlings. He then locked his gaze on the deeper reaches of the clan’s estate.
A terrifyingly huge blade came from the main hall of the clan. It headed straight for the Count.
It was the sword that brought about that terrifying blast of sword aura before, and that sword was of a staggering length, exceeding 300 meters in length.
“The True Force Sword?” The Count was familiar with that sword as well.
It was the very technique that had dealt such a crushing defeat back in the day.
He then went on to find ways to know more about the attack. It was said that the True Force Sword was a blade that Zhang Sanfeng, the founding master of the WuTang Clan, forged all those years ago.
It was a sword that was treated as the greatest treasure of the clan for ages.
The clan had been able to get rid of countless threats throughout their existence by using that sword alone.
Back in that battle, it was that very sword that Chongxuzi had dealt such a crushing blow.
The wound from that attack still pained him somewhat, even in the present day.
Common mystical blades did not have such powers, and it would have been impossible for such attacks to make him fall into a deep sleep for nearly a century.
If it had not been for the True Force Sword, Chongxuzi, as he was back then, would not have had been able to match the Count, who was at his prime, blow for blow.
The fight would have only been evenly matched if it was Zhang Sanfeng, who was fighting the Count instead.
Jingyunzi, who was beneath the sword, chanted ancient mantras as he activated the True Force Sword while holding in the immense pain from his injury.
Boundless spirit qi around gushed in the sword’s direction, coalescing into sword aura whose intensity kept climbing.
Another attack could come at any given moment.
The Count shot a deadly gaze at Jingyunzi and said, “Hmph. It seems like you’re lucky this time, but you won’t have many days to live after that attack of mine. It’ll only be a matter of time before the WuTang Clan perishes.”
The Count then transformed into a huge bat after saying that, and he disappeared into the dark of night without a trace mere moments later.
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