Immortal Sword Master

Chapter 280: Chapter 276: One Palm, One Sword, Instant Kill

Complete silence fell over the crowd. Innumerable gazes, filled with astonishment, stared at Ning Jiang in disbelief.

"Is this man insane? It sounds like he wants to take on the entire Evil Spirit Sect by himself. But he only just reached the Divinity Transformation Realm. How strong could he possibly be?"

"Perhaps gaining control of the Profound Celestial Ancient Hall has inflated his confidence, making him this arrogant."

Most of the people present dismissed Ning Jiang’s words.

What kind of trouble could someone with a mere Divinity Transformation Realm cultivation possibly cause?

So what if he was a genius? There were several God-Seizing Realm masters present. Could he really stand against them?

"What an arrogant brat. For that statement alone, everyone in your Yanyue Sect will die."

The red-haired elder was the very image of malevolence, his killing intent even more staggering than Madman Tu’s.

Everyone in the Evil Spirit Sect was a prolific killer. Who knew how many lives he had taken to reach his current position.

"Arrogant fool. I will kill you."

A cold snort came from the ranks of the Evil Spirit Sect as a large, scar-faced man stepped forward.

"Don’t kill him," the red-haired elder said. "His life still has its uses."

The red-haired elder added this because, as a God-Seizing Realm master, attacking Ning Jiang himself would be beneath his station.

The expert who had stepped forward was also a powerhouse from the Evil Spirit Sect. His strength had reached the peak of the Divinity Transformation Realm, and he could even contend with a cultivator in the Second Realm, the Divine Travel Realm, for a short while.

"I know."

The scar-faced man’s gaze was like a hungry wolf’s. He held a Blood Blade in his hand as he closed in on Ning Jiang step by step.

"Kid, kneel and beg for mercy. Come back with us to the Evil Spirit Sect obediently, and maybe we’ll let you live."

"Insect," Ning Jiang said coolly, uttering just a single word.

"You’re courting death. I can’t kill you, but I can break both your arms and teach you a lesson."

The scar-faced man grinned, stomped his foot in the void, and brought his Blood Blade cleaving down through the air.

HUMMM...

A blood-red blade aura erupted, filling the air with the thick stench of blood.

"The Blood Blade Master’s Saber Technique is quite formidable. It would rank in the top ten even within my Withered Blade Sect. It’s almost impossible for someone who’s just entered the Divinity Transformation Realm to block a strike like that."

The speaker was from the Withered Blade Sect. They were a Major Sect of the Sword Dao, so their words carried great weight.

"But judging by how confident that kid looks, he must have some real skill."

Others held a different opinion. Ning Jiang didn’t seem like a fool, but they would soon find out if he was truly powerful or just stupid.

As the blood-red blade aura cleaved down toward his head, Ning Jiang remained motionless, slowly extending a palm.

His palm was as white as jade, smooth and radiant. His fingers were long and slender, more beautiful even than a woman’s.

"What? Is he going to take that attack with his bare hand?"

"He’s courting death."

Before countless astonished eyes, Ning Jiang’s palm met the blood-red blade aura.

BANG.

What followed was total annihilation. But the one annihilated was not Ning Jiang—it was the Blood Blade Master’s attack.

"How is that possible?!"

The Blood Blade Master’s pupils shrank violently. ’He caught my strike with a single palm... Is Ning Jiang really just a novice at the Divinity Transformation Realm?’

"If you can withstand one palm strike from me, I’ll spare your life."

Ning Jiang’s voice was devoid of emotion. As he pressed his palm down, a gigantic handprint like a mountain descended upon the Blood Blade Master.

After stepping into the Primordial Spirit Fourth Tribulation Realm, a Martial Artist’s power would skyrocket by more than tenfold. This was because, at this Realm, a Martial Artist’s internal Spiritual Qi and Primordial Spirit Power would merge, multiplying the might of their Spiritual Qi.

’One palm strike?’

The Blood Blade Master stared at the giant palm descending upon him. ’There’s no way my strength isn’t enough to take a single palm strike.’

But as the giant palm drew nearer, he finally felt it—a suffocating, oppressive pressure.

"No—"

That was his final roar. The next moment, the giant palm pressed down on him with a sickening SQUISH.

Before countless shocked eyes, the Blood Blade Master’s body, like a block of tofu, was instantly reduced to a pile of bloody paste.

"HISS!"

A chill ran down everyone’s spines. Even the Primordial Spirit Fourth Tribulation Realm experts gasped, their eyes wide with disbelief as they stared at the scene.

Generally speaking, when two cultivators in the Divinity Transformation Realm fought, a victory was easy to achieve. After all, any gap in strength would lead to a winner and a loser.

Killing one, however, was far more difficult. The power levels of Divinity Transformation Realm experts were all relatively close. Their thinking was, ’Even if I can’t win, can’t I at least flee?’

But even harder than a normal kill was an instant kill!

An instant kill required an absolute disparity in power—a difference of at least three times over—to be possible.

If Ning Jiang were a Divine Travel Realm expert, the crowd could have understood. But he was only in the Divinity Transformation Realm—and had just entered it, at that!

"As expected of the one who cleared the two hidden trials in the Profound Celestial Ancient Hall. Just like Mo Qianyu, he’s a monster."

"That’s right. The monsters from the Six Eastern Provinces can do this kind of thing, too."

What is a monster?

A monster is someone who can accomplish things that defy all logic.

One had to admit that this world would always produce some top-level geniuses who, despite being at the same Realm as their peers, possessed extraordinary combat prowess.

Ning Jiang was clearly one such person.

"He’s so strong. Comparing myself to him makes me want to just die," Li Kuangba said, a wry smile on his face. He had also just entered the Divinity Transformation Realm, but his combat power was leagues below Ning Jiang’s.

"He is a dragon among men. We truly cannot compare," Liu Bingxue also sighed.

"No wonder you’re so arrogant. With that kind of combat power, you can already rival an expert of the Divine Travel Realm."

As the crowd fell silent, another figure stepped out from the ranks of the Evil Spirit Sect. A tyrannical aura, far surpassing that of the Divinity Transformation Realm, exploded from his body.

This was an expert of the Divine Travel Realm!

What was the Divine Travel Realm?

As its name suggested, an expert of this Realm could have their Primordial Spirit travel a thousand miles.

Unlike an expert of the Divinity Transformation Realm, whose Primordial Spirit could leave their body but could only move about in its immediate vicinity. If it strayed too far, the Primordial Spirit would weaken and wither away.

Those in the Divine Travel Realm had no such concerns. Their Primordial Spirits were far more solid and condensed.

An expert of this Realm could leave their physical body in one place while their Primordial Spirit crossed a thousand miles, killing at will within that range. It was an utterly terrifying ability.

A Divine Travel Realm expert was at least five times more powerful than one in the Divinity Transformation Realm.

"Eye of Evil Spirit!"

The man’s eyes snapped open, and two blood-red beams of light, condensed to their very limit, shot out like an Aurora.

Within the Evil Spirit Sect, fewer than ten people cultivated the Eye of Evil Spirit, and he was one of them. In terms of mastery, his skill ranked among the top three.

Compared to his, Madman Tu’s Eye of Evil Spirit was child’s play; they weren’t even in the same league.

"The Divine Travel Realm... You’re qualified to make me draw my sword, but you’re still not enough."

Ning Jiang gripped his hilt, and the Ice Soul Sword slid from its sheath.

SHIIING!

His Spiritual Qi and Primordial Spirit Power merged, forming a Sword Aura that pulsed with an energy far more piercing than his previous palm strike.

SPLURT.

A head flew into the air.