Chapter 155: The Martial Masters' Struggle

It was as if Lin Luoluo had seen something remarkable! A beam of white light from the massive glowing sword above projected directly onto her body. Her eyes widened as she felt the warmth and power of the light envelop her. The white glow seemed to carry a unique energy, and under its influence, the characters inscribed on the giant sword appeared to lift off, floating in the air as if alive.

Each character transformed into a figure wielding a sword, executing graceful and powerful movements.

"Is she gaining more insights?"

"Even with her own strength to aid her, this level of comprehension is terrifying."

"She truly possesses the qualifications of an emperor," Ye Fan couldn't help but think.

The insight seemed like a kind of divine inheritance, accessible to only one person. No matter how talented the others were, they could not feel the same connection. As they watched the light focus on Lin Luoluo, many of the martial artists' faces darkened with jealousy and frustration.

Lin Luoluo was clearly grasping something profound!

"Can you help me out, Soul Severing?" Lin Luoluo suddenly whispered to her sword, aware that she was at a crucial moment of comprehension. Any interruption could shatter the connection, and she wasn't sure if she would be able to resume afterward.

"Just make sure to kill more high-level beasts or opponents so I can gather more evolution points," Ye Fan muttered, even though she couldn't hear him.

"Fine, I'll help her this time. The stronger she becomes, the more evolution points I can get," he thought. After all, his evolution points had already accumulated to over 300,000!

He was also curious how much power could be gained from slaying a Martial Master.

A low hum vibrated through the air as Soul Severing sword trembled, signaling its response to Lin Luoluo's request. Just then, a martial artist who had been watching from the sidelines seized the opportunity. Sword in hand, he rushed toward Lin Luoluo, intending to strike her down while she was vulnerable.

This sword-wielding ninth-rank martial artist was filled with envy. In a place like this, where divine inheritances were at stake, only one person could fully receive such insights. He couldn't allow Lin Luoluo to monopolize it.

As he lunged with his sword aimed at her back—

Clang!

Soul Severing sword flew out on its own, intercepting the attack just in time! The force of the impact sent the attacker staggering back in shock.

"What just happened!?" The martial artist's eyes widened in disbelief. He had seen it clearly—a sword had moved on its own, suspending itself in the air to block his strike.

"This sword… it can move by itself!?" gasped another martial artist, his voice trembling with fear and awe.

"Could it be… a sword with a spirit!?" one of the others exclaimed.

"Spirit or not, I'll kill her!" the enraged martial artist snarled. Fueled by fury and humiliation, he launched himself at Lin Luoluo again, sword in hand.

"You really want to die?" Ye Fan scoffed, his voice filled with contempt. With a mere thought, he activated Phantom Dance.

In an instant, Soul Severing sword multiplied into dozens, if not hundreds, of glowing sword images, all converging on the attacker.

Boom, boom, boom—

The man barely had time to register what was happening before his body was pierced by countless blades, leaving him riddled with gaping wounds.

[Killed a ninth-rank martial artist. Gained 9,000 evolution points.]

[Absorbed ninth-rank martial artist's blood essence. Gained 9 energy points.]

The system notifications filled Ye Fan's mind as the martial artist collapsed to the ground. Blood from his wounds flowed into the air, drawn toward Soul Severing, which absorbed the essence eagerly.

"What a rush!" Ye Fan thought gleefully. "If only I didn't need to spend energy points to move, this would be so much more fun!"

The sword techniques Ye Fan executed on his own were far more powerful than when Lin Luoluo used them. Now, with the attacker dead, Ye Fan let the sword settle back into a dormant state, conserving energy.

"That sword… it just killed a ninth-rank like it was nothing!"

The surrounding martial artists had been watching in stunned silence. The ease with which the sword had dispatched its opponent left them visibly shaken.

Any plans they had to interfere were quickly abandoned. Cold fear crept up their spines, making them reluctant to act. Instead, they sat down in meditation, hoping to grasp any lingering insights from the giant sword.

"Thank you," Lin Luoluo whispered softly, still deep in her enlightenment.

"Don't thank me—just level up quickly so I can too," Ye Fan grumbled, though she couldn't hear him. He fondly recalled the earlier battle with the fang-toothed black spiders. Slaying those beasts and racking up evolution points had been immensely satisfying.

Many of the other martial artists around them had also turned their attention back to the inscriptions on the giant sword. But try as they might, none of them could comprehend anything from the ancient runes.

Instead, they began to explore the sword graveyard, searching for valuable blades. After all, even an A-rank sword could fetch a high price.

Meanwhile, Ye Fan shifted his attention to the ongoing battle between the Martial Masters. Their powerful techniques ripped through the air, leaving massive craters in the ground. Several of them were injured, their clothes stained with blood.

"I give up," Shang Pei finally gritted out through clenched teeth. Reluctantly, he withdrew from the fight. He had suffered significant injuries, and even if he managed to claim the weapon, he doubted he would make it out alive.

"You're a smart man," one of the remaining Martial Masters sneered.

"I'm done as well," another said, stepping back from the fray.

Soon, only two Martial Masters remained in the fight for the sword. However, even those who had stepped back watched intently, their eyes never leaving the combatants. Their gazes were filled with calculation and anticipation, waiting for the right moment to strike.