Chapter 472: Space Storm

A flying sword of exquisite form shot out from between Qin Sang's eyebrows, accompanied by a deafening thunderous roar. It transformed into a bolt of lightning, appearing before everyone.

In this critical moment, Qin Sang held nothing back, unleashing all the power he could control.

The Ebony Sword made a stunning appearance.

The immense roar of the Sword Qi Thunder Sound, coupled with the aura emanating from the Ebony Sword itself, not only shocked the handsome young man but also drew the gazes of Yu Shanting, Granny Jing, and the Star-Grasping Elder.

In an instant, the Ebony Sword traversed the space between the two.

The handsome young man's eyes widened in alarm. The only thing he could do was manipulate his precious saber, unleashing endless saber gleams and layers of saber shadows to block the Ebony Sword.

A layer of blood-red light surged onto the Ebony Sword's blade, and at that moment, its gleam transformed into a crimson lightning bolt.

A stream of blood-red light splashed out.

The blood-red light, carrying a sense of defilement, fell squarely onto the precious saber's blade.

The moment the precious saber touched the blood-red light, its gleam instantly dispersed. The bright luster of its blade, at a visibly rapid pace, turned a dull grey-white, signifying decay.

In an instant, the precious saber became mere scrap iron.

Crack!

The blade shattered completely!

Even a genuine magic treasure would lose its power in a short time if touched by the Blood Filth Divine Light, let alone a mere magical implement.

This top-grade magical implement offered no resistance and was instantly destroyed.

The scattered iron fragments stung the handsome young man's eyes, while the unimpeded Ebony Sword brought with it the chilling aura of death.

The handsome young man's face was filled with terror. He opened his mouth to scream but no sound escaped.

A beam of moonlight descended from the sky at a speed no less than that of the Ebony Sword.

Granny Jing dared not allow the handsome young man to unleash the Void Sky Thunder. Almost at the exact moment Qin Sang decided to use the Ebony Sword, she forcefully activated her magic treasure.

The radiant full moon suddenly brightened, shooting out a beam of moonlight. It pierced through the space illusion created by the Star-Grasping Elder's silver robe, descending upon the handsome young man, locking onto the Void Sky Thunder in his hand, and forcibly seizing it.

The Ebony Sword was only a split second behind the moonlight. It was poised to pierce the handsome young man's vital heart meridian, killing him on the spot.

Upon seeing the moonlight sent by Granny Jing as reinforcement, Qin Sang's expression relaxed. Suddenly, with a slight shift in his heart, he forcefully made the Ebony Sword retract its sword qi and subtly shift its trajectory at the last moment.

Splurt!

Blood spurted forth.

The handsome young man watched with wide eyes as the Ebony Sword plunged towards him, his face contorted in despair.

The Ebony Sword pierced into the handsome young man's body, but it did not harm his vital heart meridian. Instead, it passed through, grazing a vital spot.

However, the moment it entered the young man's body, Qin Sang secretly activated the Ebony Sword to unleash a burst of sword qi, twisting his internal meridians into a mess. This would disable the handsome young man from fighting without causing irreversible damage.

If Qin Sang had faced the young man alone, he certainly wouldn't have dared to take such a risk. But with Granny Jing's help, it was different. The handsome young man, suppressed by the moonlight, indeed had no power to resist.

The sword qi rampaged through his body, and the intense pain from his severed meridians twisted the handsome young man's face before he finally lost consciousness.

Swish!

The Ebony Sword pierced straight through the handsome young man's chest.

Qin Sang surged forward, rapidly moving towards the handsome young man, yet his gaze was fixed on the Star-Grasping Elder. The Ebony Sword also moved with Qin Sang's sight, its hum clear and resonant as it flew directly towards the Star-Grasping Elder.

With the Ebony Sword unleashed, there was no longer any need to conceal it.

Qin Sang decided to assist Granny Jing in slaying the Star-Grasping Elder and Yu Shanting, aiming for a swift victory to eliminate these hidden dangers and prevent further complications. He didn't care about Granny Jing's fate; he simply didn't want to end up being hunted by the entire Minor Cold Domain.

The Ebony Sword was a genuine magic treasure, and even a powerful figure like the Star-Grasping Elder dared not ignore it.

It was a pity the Blood Filth Divine Light had been wasted.

The Blood Filth Divine Light could only be used once, requiring a period of recovery after each use.

If he had known Granny Jing still had the strength to provide backup, there would have been no need to use the Blood Filth Divine Light on the handsome young man. Saving it for the Star-Grasping Elder would have produced a miraculous effect.

Nevertheless, Qin Sang had no regrets. In that situation, holding back was impossible. If the handsome young man had managed to unleash the Void Sky Thunder, then he truly would have been filled with regret.

Unexpectedly, this observation caused Qin Sang's expression to drastically change.

Perhaps it was due to Granny Jing being distracted by assisting Qin Sang, but the majestic full moon dimmed slightly. The Star-Grasping Elder seized this opportunity to rapidly channel the Starlight River towards the moon.

As the Starlight River compressed to its extreme, its power surged, threatening to suppress the moon.

The Star-Grasping Elder took a breath, then suddenly extended a hand to point at his chest. His entire body shone with dazzling starlight, mirroring the Starlight River. The source of this starlight was countless crystalline chains, tightly wrapped around the Star-Grasping Elder's body.

The chains were crystal clear and shone like crystal. Though seemingly fragile, they were incredibly strong.

Chains coiled around the Star-Grasping Elder from head to toe, tightly binding him as if in a form of torture.

The chains had appeared out of thin air; not one had been visible before.

His silver hair danced wildly.

The Star-Grasping Elder roared skyward, appearing utterly frenzied.

Bang!

With a crisp snap, one of the chains broke.

From that moment on, the other chains followed suit, with more than half breaking instantly.

At the same time, the Star-Grasping Elder's aura surged at an astonishing speed, surpassing the Foundation Establishment stage in the blink of an eye, and continuing to rise.

"So, the Star-Grasping Elder used these chains to suppress his cultivation?" Qin Sang thought to himself, surmising the purpose of the chains.

He then recalled Granny Jing's earlier words. A look of surprise crossed Qin Sang's face as he intently observed. Indeed, as the Star-Grasping Elder's aura erupted and surpassed the Foundation Establishment stage, the space around him became as if stained with ink, plunging into extreme darkness.

Within the darkness, faint, subtle fluctuations appeared. These fluctuations were extremely subtle but startled anyone observing, as indistinct cracks seemed to emerge deep within the ripples.

Granny Jing had once said that the space around Sky-Guiding Peak was exceptionally fragile. If an intruder's cultivation surpassed the Foundation Establishment stage, they could, at best, shatter the space, and at worst, trigger a spatial storm!

Spatial storms were phenomena that even Nascent Soul cultivators would shun. Had the Star-Grasping Elder suddenly snapped his chains and unleashed his cultivation recklessly, as if he no longer valued his life?

Soon, the Star-Grasping Elder provided Qin Sang with an answer.

The Star-Grasping Elder seemed to be aware of the terrifying nature of spatial storms. His eyes showed alarm and urgency as he quickly pointed a finger downward, and a stream of light descended into the center of the plaza.

The accumulated fragments of stone pillars there were struck by the stream of light, turning into dust, revealing what was concealed beneath.

At the very center of the plaza was a circular stone platform.

The platform was not large, measuring less than two zhang in diameter, and it protruded slightly more than the outermost ring of stones. The dust on its surface was swept away by the stream of light, revealing its true form.

Having endured countless ages, the dark gray stone platform was mottled, exuding a sense of profound antiquity.

On the top of the platform, mysterious runes were etched with rough strokes.

The stream of light merged into the stone platform, completely absorbed by it without any dispersion.

The next moment, the runes on the platform brightly illuminated.