The Sword Scar Soul Imprint was a method that only Jiandi could use. It was to leave a spiritual imprint on something that Jiandi often used. Then, when faced with a certain situation, it could activate the Sword Scar Soul Imprint that Jiandi left behind. It could activate the image of Jiandi … it had 10% of Jiandi's strength.
It was a life-saving artifact that every Jiandi left behind for their descendants. It could save the entire family at a critical moment.
It was a pity that the Sword Scar Soul Imprint consumed Jiandi's own soul. Depending on Jiandi's strength, the number of souls that could be cut off to make the Sword Scar Soul Imprint varied.
An ordinary Jiandi could leave behind three Sword Scar Soul Imprints at most. The powerful Jiandi could leave behind five. As for the most powerful Kenzu, it was said that he could leave behind twelve Sword Scar Soul Imprints.
After Kenzu's death, the Liu Nian Family had already used seven Sword Scar Soul Imprints in the face of the various dangers of the human race. In other words, the Liu Nian Family should still have five Sword Scar Soul Imprints left behind.
These five Sword Scar Soul Imprints left behind by Kenzu were all extremely important treasures. Each of them was priceless and could even save the fate of the human race at a critical moment … Previously, every time Kenzu used the Sword Scar Soul Imprint, it was to deal with the flood grade Yuan Kou.
"What a huge loss!"
Guhan looked at the Kenzu's Sword Scar Soul and said regretfully, "The Sword Scar Soul Imprint is too precious. It can't be used in this kind of place.
Using the Three Feet Goddess would also be enough to kill this fellow! "
"It's fine!"
Liunian Ling shook her head and said very seriously, "This is something that the old ancestor specially instructed us to do. If the descendants of the Liu Nian Family have the chance to see this fellow again, they must use this Sword Scar Soul Imprint.
The old ancestor said that he must kill this fellow with his own hands! "
"Just how deep is the enmity between Kenzu and Gilgamesh!
It's actually this deep! "
Guhan was speechless. Since the fleeting year calendar had purposely left behind a sword mark to deal with Gilgamesh, there was nothing he could do about it. As long as Kenzu was happy, everything was fine!
While Guhan and Liunian Ling were chatting leisurely, Gilgamesh, on the other hand, was not so relaxed. When he saw Kenzu's Sword Soul, Gilgamesh rolled his eyes and secretly opened a Void Gate, trying to escape into the void.
"Old Ji, aren't we going to catch up?"
Kenzu's Sword Soul buzzed, and the opened Void Door instantly closed, not giving Gilgamesh any chance to escape.
"Little Fleeting Time, I didn't expect to see you here!"
As Gilgamesh spoke, he secretly swiped his finger to the side, still trying to open a new Void Gate.
But something that made Gilgamesh despair happened. No matter how much Gilgamesh tried to touch the void, the void did not give Gilgamesh any response. It was as if the void no longer existed.
Gilgamesh knew that the Fleeting Year Calendar's Sword Soul had sealed off the entire void. He could no longer escape through the Void Gate.
"Enough with the nonsense, Old Ji. Let's settle the score between us today!"
The Fleeting Year Calendar's Sword Soul raised the sword in his hand, "You gave me a sword strike in Wuhan City that caused me to be unable to live in peace.
Now, I'm returning this sword strike to you. If you can withstand this strike of mine, then the score between us will be settled, and my Sword Soul will immediately dissipate.
But if you can't withstand this strike, then please come find me in the Dimensional Space! "
"A strike?"
Gilgamesh's expression turned into one of anger, "Little Fleeting Time, I admit that I've lost. I'm no match for you.
But you think you can defeat me, the Hero King Gilgamesh, with a single strike? You think too highly of yourself!
Even the so-called second you, Shrouding Heaven Geezer, could not hurt me with a single strike, much less kill me! "
Gilgamesh spat out another shocking secret. Who would have thought that he had actually fought against the Heaven Shrouding Sword Emperor back in the day … but he had called Heaven Shrouding Sword Emperor an old man. Could it be that the Heaven Shrouding Sword Emperor he had met was Yi Qing's father?
"Then you can give it a try!
As long as you can withstand a strike from me, my Sword Soul will immediately disappear, and I will have nothing to do with you! "
Although Guhan could not see Kenzu's expression from behind, Guhan believed that Kenzu's expression was one of disdain, as if Gilgamesh was a pile of dog shit by the side of the road.
"You said it yourself!
As long as I can withstand a strike from you, we'll be even! "
Gilgamesh couldn't wait to confirm with the Sword Master, as if he had picked up a pie falling from the sky … Since Gilgamesh, who had the pride of a king, could say such weak words, it could be seen how terrifying the Sword Master was in Gilgamesh's heart.
"That's right!
Have you forgotten that I always keep my word? "Kenzu said firmly.
"Good!
Little Fleeting Time, you're getting more and more arrogant. Then I, Gilgamesh, will take a strike from you! "Gilgamesh said.
"Very well!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Fleeting Year Calendar's Sword Soul raised the sword in his hand and slashed down like a woodcutter chopping firewood.
It was such a simple slash, but it caused Guhan's eyes to almost pop out of their sockets. Guhan could see countless sword techniques fused into the slash, but when Guhan tried to distinguish them, all of them disappeared without a trace, leaving only the slash.
"If I were to face this sword …" Gu Han couldn't help but put himself on the opposite side of the Sword Master. Then, he imagined how he would face this sword if he were Gilgamesh.
But when Guhan began to imagine this, he could not help but break out in a cold sweat.
This was because Guhan discovered to his horror that he could not avoid the slash no matter what he did. He could not even block the slash, and could only stand there and take the blow.
"This is definitely not an ordinary slash!"
The sweating Guhan muttered to himself, "This is the most primitive and quintessential slash in the world … This slash has already surpassed the limits of my imagination. Is this really a slash that a human can use?"
"Is it really that exaggerated?"
Hearing Guhan's words, Liunian Ling could not help but roll her eyes at Guhan, "Isn't this our clan's' Harmonious Stream of Flowing Goblets'?
This is a basic slash that every descendant of the Fleeting Time Clan must learn. How can it be as powerful as you say? "
"You're saying that this is a basic slash?" Guhan was at a loss. Such a powerful slash was only a basic slash?
Then just how powerful was Liunian Ling's swordsmanship?
Then why did he feel that Liunian Ling's swordsmanship was not as good as his?
In an instant, Guhan suddenly felt as if his skin had been pricked by a needle … Turning his head, he discovered that Kenzu's sword spirit was actually looking at him.
Within those empty and illusory eyes, Guhan seemed to be able to see something profound.
"Fleeting Time Calendar, you've won!"
Suddenly, Gilgamesh, who had not spoken a single word since Fleeting Time Calendar used the 'Harmonious Stream of Flowing Goblets', revealed an expression of relief.
Then, in that instant, Gilgamesh's corpse began to slowly disintegrate like a sand sculpture.
The ashes of his body slowly piled up on the ground like an hourglass, forming a small mound of sand that looked like a grave from afar.
Gilgamesh had died just like that … he had died so simply under Liunian Ling's slash.
Gilgamesh, who had once toyed with Guhan like a fool when he was in his strongest state, had died just like that. There was not a single trace of excitement as he quietly turned into a mound of sand.
When Gilgamesh's entire body had turned into a mound of killing intent, a round golden ball slowly floated out of the mound of sand.
"Is this Gilgamesh's Heroic Soul?
It seems like Gilgamesh is really dead! "Seeing this golden ball, Liunian Ling couldn't help but mutter to herself.
The Heroic Soul corresponded to the Godhead, and it was something that Yuan Kou who was above the Universe Realm would definitely have. It was the final core of Yuan Kou's power … Yuan Kou, who was a god, had a Godhead in his body.
It was just like the three Egyptian gods, Medusa, Loki, and the other gods who had died in front of Guhan.
As for Yuan Kou who wasn't a god or above the Universe Realm, the thing in his body was called a Heroic Soul. Its function was similar to a Godhead, but it was different in nature.
A Godhead appeared by stealing the power of heaven and earth, but a Heroic Soul was condensed from one's own power.
Therefore, Yuan Kou who had a Heroic Soul was usually stronger than a god of the same rank.
In the face of Gilgamesh's Heroic Soul, Gu Han had two choices.
One was to shatter Gilgamesh's Heroic Soul, and then a dimensional vortex would appear and take Gilgamesh out of this world. Then, Guhan would be able to absorb enough Sword Essence from the dimensional vortex.
The second was to keep this Heroic Soul … There were many uses for a Heroic Soul, and it was a very precious material.
If Guhan gave this Heroic Soul to a base city, he would probably be able to exchange it for a full set of materials for a Famed Sword Maiden. This was much more cost-effective than Sword Essence.
Therefore, just as Guhan was about to pick up the Heroic Soul, a sword light flashed, and Gilgamesh's Heroic Soul was completely shattered. At the same time, a dimensional vortex appeared.
"…" Gu Han, who was about to pick up the Heroic Soul, was speechless. Because the one who chopped the Heroic Soul was none other than the Sword Ancestor's Sword Soul … Originally, Gilgamesh was killed by the Sword Ancestor. Gu Han did not have the face to accuse the Sword Ancestor of not knowing how to cherish treasures.
"Only then can our grudge be considered resolved!
Can you forgive an old man like me for my selfishness? "
The Fleeting Year Calendar said faintly. There was nothing wrong with what the Fleeting Year Calendar said, but who was the Fleeting Year Calendar saying this to?
Was it to Liunian Ling … or was it to Guhan?