Chapter 209 – The Sight of Silver (III)

Chapter 209

The Sight of Silver (III)

It wasn’t even four seconds into me admiring the floating city and wondering how exactly it was floating that a crack of thunder and a bolt of lightning streaked out of one of its many jutting spires. The very next moment followed an array of blindingly bright flames, and the two converged into a weave in the high sky.

I immediately poured some Qi into my eyes and activated Art of Surviving, allowing me to discern a bit better, though even with that, it mostly still remained a blur.

Each clash resounded across the entire valley, with thousands of sparks flying off as though someone had taken the world’s largest saw to the world’s largest metal plate and just went ham on it. Explosions, too, were resoundingly loud, and the two blurs would converge and distance themselves so frequently it looked like they were two stars rotating unto themselves in a slow dance toward the final collision.

The city remained untouched even as the surrounding mountains began to quake and the trees began to catch fire; each time a stray bundle of Qi was headed toward the city, it would be stopped by an invisible sheen that would light up for a moment at the point of contact.

“Wow!” Dai Xiu exclaimed, her eyes shining brightly with admiration, some excitement, and a whole lot of yearning.

Though I couldn’t tell what realm exactly the fighters were at, they had to be at least of the Void Transformation stage in order to fly on their own and without artifacts; however, seeing how they also unleashed one impossible attack after another, I suspect they were a bit higher than that.

The first truly brilliant attack came from the fire-wielding cultivator–flames erupted around their blurry figure as the two once again separated after the clash, guided slowly into the shape of a sword that literally spanned at least four hundred yards or so. It blotted out the sun, though, eerily, it wasn’t actually all that bright. Or, if it was, there was something blocking most of it.

The sword swung downward toward the storm of lightning opposite of it; just before the collision, a roar blew out like a horn, and I watched as a swung fist procured a pure beam of purple lightning that shot directly through the descending sword, shattering it into millions of pieces.

Fire rained down rapidly, though flaming out before ever touching the ground.

It didn’t stop there, however; six holes were suddenly torn open in the sky, their innards as black as obsidian, as they began to fire an onslaught of crackling bolts of lightning. At the same time, an engulfing inferno appeared in front of the other figure and bent over him like a shield, swallowing everything and summoning blades of fire (though far smaller ones, ‘only’ twenty yards or so long) repeatedly from all directions that swung toward the lightning cultivator.

Vortex appeared just behind him, spinning so quickly it seemed to generate light by doing so and fraying all attacks into smoke and ash.

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“Master!” Dai Xiu said. “I can’t wait to fight like that! Aah! Flying in the sky, summoning rain of fire, dominating the world!” Yeah.

But aren’t you a body cultivator?

“Then you need to change your cultivation method,” Xi Zhao said. “Because you won’t be summoning anything. Just kicking and punching.”

“Humph, you don’t know that! What if I punch fire? And kick lightning?”

“Then you’d be the first.”

“He he, Junior Brother, you’ve gotten quite bold. Maybe I should spar a bit more seriously next time?”

“Okay, you two–enough,” I quickly interjected before they, too, broke off into a fight. And, as though somebody else grew tired too, a voice boomed across the entire valley right then, shaking it.