Chapter 4216 Probability Extreme Form


    Zen wore a grim expression, failing to see the attacks from both sides clearly.


    Although the irregr heavy sword was able to protect him, Zen knew it would take a toll on it if it


    suffered attacks all the time.


    "How are you able to make the sword block each strike?" Zen asked the ancestry-level bloodline,


    clenching the irregr heavy sword tightly. "The way the Snake Spirit King''s body moves is unique, I


    can''t understand it. I can''t seem to predict his next move..."


    There were two types of movement in the chaos: the first was to use explosive speed, and the other


    was to use spatial transference.


    Any bodily movement skill or any space theurgy fell under these two kinds of movement, but it was


    possible for each one to differ, since anyone could use them differently.


    However, the way the Snake Spirit King moved didn''t seem to belong to either of the two types of


    movement.


    Gritting his teeth, Zen attempted to use his spiritual sense to see if he could capture the Snake Spirit


    King''s trajectory. Just moments earlier, Zen thought that the Snake Spirit King was going to attack him


    head on, but a split secondter, he suddenly appeared behind Zen. Just when he felt the ck des


    shing at his face, the next moment, they appeared above his head.


    The Snake Spirit King seemed to exist in a special space outside Zen''sprehension, since all the


    attacks came at him at random. There was just no possible way for him to predict the Snake Spirit


    King''s next move.


    "But your sword can," the ancestry-level bloodline replied, reading his mind.


    "My sword..."


    Zen examined the irregr heavy sword closely.


    He could vividly feel the sword''s strong fighting intent-- in fact, the sword''s emotions were so strong


    that even Zen felt like he was full of fighting intent.


    The sword seemed to have fallen into a state of madness as it desperately chased after the Snake


    Spirit King.


    Just as Zen was hesitating, Corbett, who was standing at the top of the altar, suddenly took a few steps


    forward.


    "Master Corbett, what are you doing?" the Snake Goddess cried.


    "I have to remind him," Corbett replied, his eyes trained on Zen in the distance. "Master Kincaid once


    said that the strength of this sword always matches that of its master."


    "What do you mean?" the Primeval Lord of Heaven asked, his curiosity piqued.


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    "The stronger the warrior who holds the sword is, the greater the power of the sword," Corbett spoke,


    almost as though in a daze. "Master Kincaid was filled with regret many times, since he felt he was


    unable to bring out the sword''s full potential."


    "Master Kincaid didn''t know how to use the sword? Why couldn''t he use its full strength?" the Snake


    Goddess asked dubiously.


    "No, Master Kincaid knew this sword very well," Corbett replied. "He said that he and this sword had


    be one, but he always thought the sword deserved someone better."


    The Snake Goddess''s eyes shed excitedly. "Are you saying that even Master Kincaid didn''t deserve


    this sword, even on his level of strength? What about the power of the ancestry-level bloodline?"


    Corbett smiled. "Master Kincaid has tried, but he couldn''t control the ancestry-level bloodline."


    "But Zen can!" the Snake Goddess said excitedly.


    "Yes." Corbett nodded. "But he doesn''tpletely control the sword."


    Zen could onlymunicate with and passively provide energy for the irregr heavy sword. However,


    the irregr heavy sword acted on its own, and Zen had no control over it.


    So this whole time, Zen was being helplessly dragged by the sword all throughout the battle. It was


    almost as though he were a burden to the sword.


    "Then, what should we do now?" the Snake Goddess frowned.


    "I need to remind him!" As he spoke, Corbett took a few more steps forward. Standing at the edge of


    the stairs at the top of the altar, he shouted, "Zen, although Master Kincaid''s sword has acknowledged


    you, you haven''t really controlled it yet!"


    At this moment, Zen had been deep in thought, trying to think of solutions. When he heard what


    Corbett said, his brows shot up in astonishment. "I haven''t really controlled this sword? I''m already


    connected to it, what more do I need to do to be able to control it?"


    Just as Corbett was about to answer him, the voice of the Snake Spirit King suddenly boomed. "Shut


    up!"


    Then, the ck des flew towards Corbett.


    tter, tter, tter...


    The Snake Spirit King wielded the ck des to cut a hundred times. In the blink of an eye, Corbett


    was sliced into countless, tiny white pieces.


    Corbett was tens of thousands of feet away from Zen, yet the Snake Spirit King managed to cut him up


    and return back to Zen in a sh.


    How fast he moved was absolutely terrifying.


    Even the Snake Goddess, Fuxi, and the others standing behind couldn''t help but take a few cautious


    steps backward.


    Only Gonggong stood still, his hands sped behind his back.


    He was keenly aware that they were in no condition to face the Snake Spirit King, and that trying to


    escape was futile. Thus, he decided to just stay calm.


    After all, Corbett was a Treacherous Being.


    It didn''t take long before the countless, thin white pieces gathered together and merged to form


    Corbett''s figure. Continuing where he left off, he started to shout again. "It''s not what you think it is.


    Zen, you can treat the irregr heavy sword as a cultivation method in an ancient book. You have to


    truly understand it..."


    "An ancient book, understand it..."


    Zen echoed under his breath. His heartbeat quickened as he held the sword tightly. Perhaps he had


    underestimated the sword, maybe that was why the Snake Spirit King was so eager to obtain it!


    Since he had faith that the irregr heavy sword would protect him, he fused his spiritual sense into


    the sword.


    Swoosh...


    Once there, he saw a red ball of light.


    One hundred and forty light dots surrounded the ball of light, and from these light dots extended


    countless, densely-packed thin lines.


    Zen observed it for a while. He soon discovered that whenever the ancestry-level bloodline injected


    energy into the irregr heavy sword, the energy surged to the light dots following along the different


    thin lines.


    Some of the light spots became iparably bright after they obtained energy, while others became


    dim.


    One hundred and forty dots of light...


    One hundred and forty...


    As Zen pondered over this number, turning it over in his mind, his eyes suddenly lit up as it finally


    dawned on him.


    "One hundred and forty! The number of the types of energy in the Deep Space!"


    The ancestry-level bloodline once told Zen that there were eighty-six types of energy in the sixth-grade


    world, while there were one hundred and forty types in the fifth-grade world, otherwise known as the


    Ster World. The irregr heavy sword came from the Deep Space, which was the Ster World that


    the ancestry-level bloodline referred to!


    All this time, the sword converted the energy of the fourth-grade world into the energy of the fifth-grade


    world.


    ''Since the irregr heavy sword can use the energy of the fifth-grade world, then that should mean I


    can use it, too!'' Zen thought excitedly.


    Ever since he obtained the sword, he had only been able to feel its emotions. Although the irregr


    heavy sword acknowledged Zen, it still was fiercely loyal to Kincaid, believing he was its true master.


    Even Zen thought the same. After all, it was a sword borrowed from the Human Spirit King. He knew it


    would be returned to him in the end.


    But now, Zen realized that if he wanted to defeat the Snake Spirit King and the power behind him, he


    needed to gain control over this sword.


    Just as Corbett had said, he needed to treat this sword as a cultivation method in an ancient book to


    understand it


    "Buzz!"


    Zen willed his spiritual sense to reach into the red light ball in the center. When it came into contact with


    the red light ball, Zen could feel it resisting him.


    The irregr heavy sword was still unwilling to ept him.


    "I know you miss your former master.


    But only I can exert your power to the extreme," Zen gently coaxed. "You should know what kind of


    power I have.


    If we want to bring Master Kincaid back to life, we have only one choice: we need to defeat the


    opponent in front of us!


    ept me!"


    Zen urged the sword through his spiritual sense.


    Gradually, he felt the resistance bing weaker and weaker.


    Finally, Zen was able to integrate his spiritual sense with the red ball of light sessfully.


    Boom!


    At this moment, Zen felt as if his mind had been smashed by a heavy hammer. A massive amount of


    information streamed in, information about the countless permutations of the one hundred and forty


    light dots.


    At the same time...


    It also informed Zen about the energy used by the Snake Spirit King and the irregr heavy sword, and


    he even figured out its strange name.


    "Probability Extreme Form!"


    "Whoosh..."


    Then, traces of ck energy streamed into Zen''s body from the irregr heavy sword.