Chapter 2079 - Nine Swords Become One

“It’s effective!” Tianming could clearly see that the two suzerains looked uncomfortable. Even their sleeves were being tugged backward. However, having to use strength to keep themselves in place affected their quick scribing and silent cooperation. They were like ants in an hourglass. The sand continued flowing down while the ants tried to climb up. Maybe it would be possible, but writing while they climbed was even harder.

“Dammit!” The wonderians’ expressions changed. Their coordination was gone; the brush would begin writing before the tome had even flipped to the next page. The process of the Grand Dao Thousand Words had been broken. That was why they hadn’t started with this move. It was relatively easy to interrupt. However, the three hundred white plaques were supposed to protect them. It was unexpected that the interference had come from spacetime!

“It’s that girl!” The two old fellows were furious.

It was at that moment that Tianming arrived.

“Whatever, three hundred stone plaques can still crush him!”

“Don’t be flustered!”

The wonderians quickly reacted and it was quite cute how they encouraged each other.

The three hundred stone plaques had already exceeded the previous two wonders in volume and were much harder than the tome.

Lan Huang used its Primordial Sword as it charged forward, shattering plaques one after another. “So dizzy!” It stumbled around, its scalp bleeding as cracks appeared on its Primordial Sword. It was obvious how strong the Grand Dao Thousand Words would have been if it had been completed.

“If I were them, I’d finish the Grand Dao Thousand Words before I showed myself!” Ying Huo said.

Although Lan Huang was dizzy, it had still opened up a path in the defenses for Tianming and the rest. Tianming, Ying Huo, and Meow Meow entered. As for Yin Chen, there were already countless gaps for its many bodies to enter. Maybe the Grand Dao Thousand Words could have accomplished a complete lockdown and protected them, but three hundred weren’t enough. There were too many gaps.

“Kill!” When enemies met, a conflict of life and death would erupt.

Xian Xian’s vines and roots shot out, forming a dense cage, but it could only seal them for a short time. Lan Huang rose up again and smashed its way into the plaques, injuries appearing as it charged forward.

Yin Chen’s eight-starred ladybugs were valiant too. They passed through the plaques and attempted to bite the suzerains themselves.

The elders were forced apart and had to use their brush and tome to fight. If their Grand Dao Thousand Words had been completed, the brush and tome would have vanished.

“Hold on, I’ll take the enemies’ heads!”

Tianming left the plaques to his lifebound beasts and brought the decapath era godswords, working with Yin Chen to attack. Ying Huo and Meow Meow’s abilities also provided long-ranged assistance. Feiling’s sands of time were also still tying them down, though her face was pale; she couldn’t hold on for long.

“Goodbye, it was nice knowing you!” The two were in their weakest state, especially without the Grand Dao Thousand Words’ protection. Tianming’s Flint Infernal Impulse was still rampaging in their bodies as he arrived above them.

The two had come together and were using their brush and tome to defend. “Yes, goodbye. Now die!”

“Hah! We’ve come so far, but you’re still in our way. I want to see who will still stop me from creating a new world after you’re gone!” The Grand-Orient Sword in Tianming’s hand suddenly seemed to become nine. This was the Ninedragon Tribulation’s final form. The first eight sword arts were merged with the Imperialdragon Flameyellow Immemorial as its core to become one, producing the true Ninedragon Tribulation.

It was much stronger than the Flameyellow Immemorial. He had inherited its will, as well as the marvellousness of the other eight. Sword body, totem, and fusion sword arts were combined into a perfect sword dao! Tianming had also used the Flint Infernal Impulse, which was even greater, to substitute for his weaker sword body.

“Come, decapath era godswords!” The swords whistled as they formed a sword formation next to him.

The Ninedragon sword even made the nearby Ninedragon Imperial Tomb resonate. Nine dragons roared around Tianming. The Silverdragon, Blooddragon, Blazedragon, Blackdragon, and so on gathered on the Grand-Orient Sword to create a nine-headed dragon like the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb. Tianming’s draconic might was vast and endless. This sword was best meant to descend from above.

“Those who block my path shall perish!” he announced as a trillion wills gathered on his sword, as if countless people were supporting his arm.

“This is… imperial might?” The old man’s eyes widened.

“It feels… like he’s the son of fate.” The old crone despaired.

“Don’t be ridiculous! We wonderians are the clan of fate!” the old man roared. Although he grit his teeth as his muscles swelled, the crone had already given in to despair.

The two used their wonders to block, but as expected, they directly shattered before Tianming’s sword. The brush and tome weren’t even at half power.

“Old man….”

Death was certain.