All Chapters of Swordbound Chronicles: Chapter 1691
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The Holy Maiden Breaks the Formation
The combined sword formation came within less than one meter of Mahya’s palanquin. Chen Li Ko saw that she had not moved and believed the Holy Maiden had reacted too slowly. “She cannot stop it now,” he thought. He pushed more qi into the forward edge, expecting the formation to break through her defense in a single strike. Mahya brought both hands together before her chest. Her fingers formed a complicated seal, and spiritual light gathered between her palms. A short sword appeared in her right hand. The weapon was simple compared to the ceremonial blades of the sword sect leaders, but the silver glow around its edge immediately changed the pressure in the air. Mahya slashed forward. A line of silver sword light met the combined formation directly. The collision produced a violent explosion above the platform. Wind swept through the square, throwing loose banne
Thunder Above Kunlun City
Cardinal Lai Kin held the Thunder Strike Staff upright and regarded Qin Qi with quiet disappointment. “You attacked repeatedly, yet you could not touch even my sleeve.” Qin Qi stepped backward. Fear entered his eyes because Cardinal Lai Kin had exhausted him without using magic or launching a single counterattack. The bluish-white crystal at the head of the staff began to shine. Spiritual pressure spread across the platform and rose toward the sky. Clouds gathered above Kunlun City with unnatural speed. The daylight dimmed, and thunder rolled through the mountains even though no rain had begun. The audience looked upward in awe. Lightning moved inside the dark clouds as if answering the call of the staff below. “The Thunder Strike Staff commands the sky,” a Feilong Order disciple said. Cardinal Lai Kin pointed the weapon toward Qin Qi.
The Second Kaishi
Nirajh’s white beam collided with the unknown figure’s counterattack above the platform. A violent shockwave spread through Kunlun City square, cracking the stone ground and throwing lower-level practitioners from their feet. Thousands of participants retreated in panic. Sect disciples formed barriers around their elders, while ordinary spectators fled toward the surrounding streets. The opposing forces remained locked for several breaths. White light filled the center of the square, and the pressure made roofs along the outer road tremble. Nirajh’s face darkened when he realized another Kaishi expert had blocked him. He had entered Kunlun City believing no one on the Silver Sifting Continent could interfere with his plans. The shadow suddenly rose into the sky. Nirajh shouted after him, “Stop!” The figure continued moving away from the crowded squar
The Demon Dancer Sword
Nirajh held the sapphire-blue sword before him with unmistakable pride. Its diamond-grade material reflected the lightning still lingering in the clouds, and the pressure around the blade caused many swords below to vibrate inside their sheaths. The crowd reacted with awe. Few weapon refiners on the Silver Sifting Continent could create a blade with such purity and strength. Nirajh saw their response and smiled. “Weapons of this grade are rare in your land. Your continent lacks both the energy and refinement knowledge required to produce them.” Guo Jiang remained unimpressed. He reached behind him slowly and drew the Demon Dancer Sword. The moment the blade appeared, the pressure in the sky changed. Its aura carried an ancient darkness that made Nirajh’s blue sword seem ordinary. Nirajh’s eyes widened. He recognized the weapon’s origin, and surprise
The Bracelets of the Death Messengers
Nirajh’s expression hardened after Guo Jiang asked whether he had slaughtered the Mu Clan for the Helm of Patience. The foreign Sage did not answer at once, but the coldness in his eyes showed that the accusation had touched something he did not want discussed before the entire gathering. “You accuse too easily,” Nirajh said. “The destruction of one clan has nothing to do with me.” Guo Jiang watched the smallest changes in his face and understood that a direct accusation would not produce anything useful. Nirajh was too experienced to confess under pressure, but pride often revealed what caution tried to hide. Guo Jiang returned the Demon Dancer Sword to a guarded position and reached into his spatial ring. Two platinum bracelets appeared in his palm, each shaped with a foreign pattern and covered in strange writing that did not belong to Yin Continent. “Then perha
Nirajh’s Cowardly Gambit
Nirajh measured the distance between himself and Guo Jiang while remembering their previous exchanges. Guo Jiang’s raw power exceeded his expectations, and the Demon Dancer Sword had left a mark on his diamond-grade weapon after only three clashes. If the duel continued, victory would not come quickly. Nirajh might damage his sword, exhaust his cultivation, or leave himself vulnerable when Sage Yi Rong and Sage Weizhan entered the same region. The Thunder Strike Staff below offered an easier reward. Cardinal Wan Fa stood at Liuxing level, far beneath Kaishi, and the entire Feilong Order remained focused on the confrontation in the sky. Nirajh’s gaze dropped toward the square. Guo Jiang noticed the change, but only a brief instant separated observation from action. Nirajh turned into a streak of white light and descended at meteor-like speed. The movement was not a glorious charge against
The Cardinal’s Final Secret
Guo Jiang continued sending controlled healing energy into Cardinal Wan Fa’s body. The flow slowed the bleeding and supported the damaged heart, but every attempt to restore one organ placed greater strain on another. Wan Fa read the answer in Guo Jiang’s expression. “Do not spend too much energy. I know what that attack did.” “Your condition cannot be reversed,” Guo Jiang said quietly. “I can only keep you conscious for several more minutes.” “That is enough.” Guo Jiang did not stop immediately. He stabilized Wan Fa’s breathing and repaired the least damaged meridian so the old man could speak without drowning in blood. Mahya knelt several paces away with the other Feilong Order disciples. She had stepped down from her palanquin without caring about ceremony, and snow clung to the hem of her white garments.
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Fire Beneath the Snow
Heavy snow covered Kunlun City on the morning after Cardinal Wan Fa’s death. Roofs, streets, and stone walls disappeared beneath a thick white layer, while the wind carried loose ice through the narrow mountain roads. The weather did not stop the funeral procession. Several hundred members of the Feilong Order moved through the city in thick white-gray ceremonial robes, their steps slow and measured as they followed the long carriage carrying Wan Fa’s body. Two horses pulled the carriage toward the central square. Behind it came Mahya’s ceremonial palanquin, but the height of her seat could not hide the grief in her face. She sat upright because the entire order was watching her. Her eyes were swollen, yet she kept her breathing controlled and did not allow her sorrow to disrupt the ritual. Guo Jiang walked among the disciples rather than taking a place of honor. He wore a plain clo
The True Thunder Strike
Security around the Feilong Order headquarters became stricter after nightfall. Patrols moved along every outer wall, spiritual detection formations covered the courtyards, and the main gates were sealed beneath layers of magical light. The disciples were grieving, but grief had not made them careless. Wan Fa’s death and Nirajh’s attack had taught them that another enemy might approach at any moment. Guo Jiang did not enter openly. Wan Fa had revealed the location of the true Thunder Strike Staff in secret, and appearing at the Eternal Sacred Flame would force him to explain knowledge that Mahya had not yet inherited. Inside his room at Winter Pavilion, Guo Jiang closed his eyes and circulated his spiritual cultivation. His body gradually lost its solid outline and changed into a thin layer of ice mist. This was not an ordinary lightness skill or a martial concealment technique. It was a
The Road to Baihu City
The ancient ownership seal weakened as dawn approached. Guo Jiang maintained his spiritual pressure with careful precision, breaking Azazel’s remaining claim without damaging the consciousness inside Thunder Strike. The weapon spirit resisted one final time. Bluish-white lightning moved along the staff, entered Guo Jiang’s arms, and tested whether his cultivation could endure the full force hidden inside the artifact. Guo Jiang did not release his grip. His Spirit Sage power surrounded the lightning, guided it through his meridians, and returned a steady command to the weapon’s core. The resistance gradually disappeared. Thunder Strike accepted his presence and allowed a new ownership mark to form around the spirit. A vast current of spiritual energy entered Guo Jiang’s cultivation system. It strengthened the flow through his meridians, reinforced his defensive energy, and sha