Immortal Sword Master

Chapter 284: Chapter 280: Long River Sunset, Possession

The Myriad Swords Technique, born from the tempering of ten thousand swords.

One hundred thousand years ago, this was the ultimate technique of the Myriad Swords Sect.

The creator of this Sword Technique was an old man called the Myriad Swords Daoist. This man was a sword fanatic, a madman who immersed his entire life in the Sword Dao.

Throughout his life, he battled all across the land, traveling the world and crossing swords with tens of thousands of Sword Cultivators. He absorbed the experience and strengths of every opponent, ultimately forging all he had learned into one. After a full century of effort, he finally created the Myriad Swords Technique.

Ning Jiang held this Myriad Swords Daoist in high regard.

The man was a rare genius of the Sword Dao. The Myriad Swords Sect he founded enjoyed a period of immense prosperity, and he himself eventually reached the Saint Realm.

Compared to the Four Seasons Sword Technique, the Myriad Swords Technique was a cut above in terms of power.

This Sword Technique was suitable for experts at the Primordial Spirit Fourth Tribulation Realm. As Ning Jiang was now an expert at the Divinity Transformation Realm, he could certainly unleash its power.

At that moment, the Sword Intent radiating from his body surged, his Half-Step Sword Intent pushed to its absolute limit.

The Myriad Swords Technique was a Sword Technique that required Sword Intent. Those who had not comprehended Sword Intent could not cultivate it in the slightest. This high threshold doomed it to be practiced by only a select few.

After all, not one in ten thousand Sword Cultivators ever comprehended Sword Intent. Even Ning Jiang himself only possessed Half-Step Sword Intent.

When his Sword Intent reached its peak, Ning Jiang let out a long cry and brought his sword down.

"Long River Sunset!"

ROAR!

A great river suddenly materialized in the void. To be precise, it was an incomparably brilliant Sword Aura that resembled a long river, surging forward.

And at the far end of this long river, a great sun slowly set.

The sight was astounding, shaking all who witnessed it.

The afterglow of the setting sun cascaded over the river of Sword Aura, coating it in a layer of golden sand. It became a golden river, seemingly indestructible, ready to sweep away everything in its path.

"BANG!"

As if a meteorite had struck, a massive explosion erupted. The killing blows of the four experts collided, and a giant mushroom cloud bloomed from the epicenter.

WHOOSH!

An incredibly fierce gale blasted outward in all directions. Some experts at the Primordial Spirit Fourth Tribulation Realm found it difficult to even stand, feeling they were about to be blown away. It was as if they were being crushed by immense waves from all sides.

"Who won?"

The figures of all four had been swallowed by the massive mushroom cloud, and no one could see what was happening inside.

After a long while, the mushroom cloud gradually dissipated, revealing the scene within.

In the air, Ning Jiang stood with world-defying pride, clad in white robes with white hair. His eyes were like the eternal blue sky, lofty and remote, gazing down upon everything.

Opposite him, the three God-Seizing Realm experts were in tatters, coughing up blood.

*HISS!*

Everyone’s pupils constricted as they gasped. ’Were the three God-Seizing Realm experts, after using their most powerful trump cards, actually defeated by a single strike from Ning Jiang?’

"What terrifying Swordsmanship."

"As for this level of Swordsmanship, I’m afraid only the Celestial Sword Sect’s ultimate art, the Celestial Sword Technique, could be considered its superior, right?"

The power of this Swordsmanship was beyond anything the crowd had ever imagined.

Even the Grand Elder of the Star Sword Sect, a man from a dedicated Sword Dao Sect, was terrified. Ning Jiang’s Swordsmanship was simply too sublime. By comparison, the Thirteen Life-taking Swords he cultivated seemed laughably childish.

The Swordsmanship was incomparably profound. The image from that one strike, the Long River Sunset, would be forever etched in the minds of all who saw it.

’Damn it, how can he be so strong!’

Yuwen Chi trembled all over. The image of Ning Jiang had become a Heart Demon, taking root in his very soul.

Jian Xinghe’s face was pale, his fists clenched tightly. ’The Swordsmanship I took so much pride in... compared to that single strike from Ning Jiang, was it even one-tenth as powerful?’

"Not bad, you managed to survive a single strike. But I can perform that same strike ten more times. How many more can you endure?"

Ning Jiang stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze indifferent.

’Although Long River Sunset hadn’t been powerful enough to kill the three of them, its might was still deeply satisfying.’

’After all, this was merely the first form of the Myriad Swords Technique. There was a second, a third, a fourth...’

’The power of each subsequent strike increased exponentially. With my current Cultivation, I can only use the first form, Long River Sunset. If I were to attempt the second, I would suffer a backlash.’

"Ning Jiang, that’s enough! We don’t have to fight to the death. If you kill me here, the Evil Spirit Sect will definitely dispatch experts to hunt you down. They’ll send cultivators at the Immortal Realm, perhaps even the Earth Martial Realm! If you let me go, I can promise we’ll let this matter drop," the red-haired Elder said hastily.

This left the countless onlookers with expressions of disbelief. ’Everyone from the Evil Spirit Sect is a ruthless monster, but this one is actually afraid of Ning Jiang?’

"You think I’d believe that? Now that I’ve decided to kill, I won’t hesitate."

Ning Jiang’s killing intent was set.

’Besides, the red-haired Elder is just trying to trick me. If I really let him go, the Evil Spirit Sect would send experts to kill me all the same.’

"Again."

With a long cry, Ning Jiang flicked his sword. The Spiritual Qi in his body surged and combined with his Primordial Spirit Power. Long River Sunset erupted once more, transforming into a rainbow of sword light that pierced the sky.

SLASH.

This time, all three were gravely wounded.

The Grand Elder of the Star Sword Sect was sliced in two at the waist. The red-haired Elder’s chest was pierced by a gaping hole, clear through from front to back.

The Sect Leader of the Fire Cloud Sect fared the worst. A thin line of blood appeared on his brow, and only by having his Primordial Spirit flee his sea of consciousness at the last possible second did he escape death.

"Ning Jiang, don’t push us too far!" the red-haired Elder roared. His body had been run through; an ordinary person would have been long dead from such a grievous wound.

But for experts of the Primordial Spirit Realm like them, as long as the Primordial Spirit remained unextinguished, they would not die.

Of course, this didn’t mean they didn’t cherish their physical bodies. The flesh was still their foundation; a Primordial Spirit needed a body to inhabit.

Even if they recovered from injuries like these, their Cultivation would be severely diminished.

"I told you, I will use your blood to make my name known throughout the world. Now, face another strike."

Ning Jiang laughed heartily, his chilling Sword Qi spanning the heavens.

With a sword in hand, he was invincible beneath the Immortal Realm. Though the three of them were immensely powerful when they joined forces, they were still no match for him.

SLASH!

A brilliant rainbow of sword light streaked across the sky, shattering the sound barrier like the Grim Reaper’s scythe. It left a long scar in the void as it slashed down once more.

The might of this strike was even greater than the last.

"Ning Jiang, if you insist on pushing us, then you can just die!"

The three let out mournful shrieks. WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH! Three Primordial Spirits flew out in unison, abandoning their physical bodies and shooting toward the space between Ning Jiang’s eyebrows.

"Hm? Are they trying to seize his body?"

"I can’t believe they’ve been pushed to this point."

The "Seizing" in the name God-Seizing Realm referred to the ability to seize another’s body. Once a Martial Artist entered this Realm, they would not die even if their physical body was destroyed.

They only needed their Primordial Spirit to find a new physical body and possess it.

However, seizing a new body was not without its limitations; such a life-extending act could never be so simple. For one, the cultivator’s Realm would fall from the God-Seizing Realm to the Divinity Transformation Realm.

More importantly, they would only be able to live for a mere ten years.

Once those ten years were up, it would be dust to dust.

Unless they had absolutely no other choice, a Martial Artist would never resort to seizing a body.

But Ning Jiang had already forced all three into a desperate corner.

"This is bad, I’ll go help him!"

Yue Wenfu’s expression changed drastically. ’Body seizure is too dangerous! Their Primordial Spirits are all at the God-Seizing Realm, while Ning Jiang’s is only at the Divinity Transformation Realm. I’m afraid he won’t be able to hold them off!’

A beam of light immediately emanated from between his eyebrows as his Primordial Spirit prepared to leave his body and aid Ning Jiang.

"Wait. Perhaps we don’t need to intervene. Look closely," the Hall Master of Floating Snow Hall cried out, stopping him.

Yue Wenfu froze, then he saw the corner of Ning Jiang’s mouth slowly curl into a disdainful smirk.