Free Web NovelChapter 1693: Chapter 1305: Sword Saint’s Fright! Sword God No Self! (Monthly ticket requested)
"With your own strength, you have slain the peak Returning to Truth Realm expert, Divine Walk Grand Protector, of the Bu’s Divine Clan. Your Cultivation Points have increased by 139951 points, Potential Points by 231901 points, and your reputation in the Martial World has risen by 50000."
A prompt appeared on the panel.
The mighty Returning to Truth Realm expert, Divine Walk Grand Protector, fell in the Heavenly Gate!
Those like the Purple Robe Scripture King, who were entangled in battle with Demon Lord Bai Suzhen in the distance, were all terrified at the sight.
It was simply because Jiang Dali’s act of striking and killing the Divine Walk Grand Protector took no more than a few breaths. The Divine Walk Grand Protector’s Primordial Spirit didn’t even have time to escape before being blasted into destruction by Jiang Dali’s powerful punch!
Brutal!
Terror!
Everyone who witnessed this at the Heavenly Gate was instantly on edge.
In the sea of sharp Sword Qi, crafted by Wu Ming’s All Swords Return to the Sect, Shakyamuni was also shocked and furious. He roared madly, freighting his surroundings with surging cold Qi Force, pushing away the cutting Sword Qi, and retreated swiftly with both arms spread out.
He actually planned to slip away at this moment!
Almost at the same time, seemingly summoned by his roar, there came a dense sound of breaking through the air from within the Ice Hall. Following this, over a hundred armoured Divine Beasts came rushing out with a "swoosh, swoosh, swoosh". Leading them was a figure shrouded in murderous aura like a war god, who charged at Wu Ming, Jiang Dali, and everyone present.
"This is..."
As Jiang Dali temporarily guarded Murong Qingqing, he witnessed the sudden rush of over a hundred soldiers. His tiger-like eyes widened, his expression incredulous.
Could it be... these hundred soldiers were Qin Shi Huang’s dispatched warriors like Wang Ben from the Qin State?
While Jiang Dali was in shock, over a hundred armoured soldiers, led by the towering soldier at the forefront, moved in formation like a whole, forming a wedge-shaped battle array, spearheaded by the leader, charging forward as swift as a knife through butter.
"Kill!"
The leader’s Long Spear instantly thrust out like a mad dragon, embodying a momentum as if merging with the mass of soldiers behind, cloaked in a crimson radiance, the spear vibrating intensely, its tip erupting into over ten zhang of sharp gleam, provoking a chill in the heart.
With a loud "clang", the over ten zhang spear gleam clashed with the Sword Qi wielded by Wu Ming.
Wu Ming’s body shook, the ice underfoot shattering step by step.
The leader gave a fierce shout, grasping the spear’s center with his left hand, infusing Inner Strength into the Long Spear with his right, flipping his arms, causing the spear to twist like a python, drilling forth like lightning, incredibly imposing.
Wu Ming’s brows furrowed, his gaze swept toward Shakyamuni nearly disappearing into the Ice Gate. Suddenly, he stepped forth, his form angling slightly, deftly sidestepping the spear’s sharpness with two fingers harboring terrifying Sword Qi, precisely encountering the spearhead’s blade side, touching it with uncanny accuracy amidst its violent spin.
Clink!——!
The black heavy spear trembled violently, deviating from its trajectory.
The leader’s frenzied expression abruptly blushed as the fearsome Sword Qi invaded his meridians via the spear shaft, causing him to vomit blood crazily, his insides churning, yet he still pressed the attack without fear of death.
However, at this moment, Wu Ming had already swept past him with a elusive grace, seeming like a ghost, hands clasped behind as he traversed casually among the hundred armoured soldiers, and in merely an instant, he astonishingly bypassed the Sword Array, directly dashing toward Shakyamuni, who had entered the Ice Gate.
Almost simultaneously, a daunting Sword Intent accompanied by incredibly terrible Primordial Spirit Light rushed closer at alarming speed.
Everyone present, including Jiang Dali, Zhang Sanfeng, Yin Zhong, Demon Lord Bai Suzhen, all felt icy chills flooding through as the terrifying Primordial Spirit Light swept over them, standing rigidly as though turned to earthen statues.
"Sword Saint!"
Jiang Dali’s heart leapt with joy; even as his body was now frozen by the Primordial Spirit Light, he remained calm without panic, knowing that this scene was all part of an extensively pre-arranged plan. The Sword Saint had waited until now to appear specifically to prevent Shakyamuni from slipping away.
Only his earth-shattering Sword Twenty-Three unleashed with Primordial Spirit could restrain Shakyamuni’s enigmatic movement technique and heavily wound him.
"Hmm?"
Wu Ming’s step halted mid-air at the threshold of the Ice Gate, his Sword Heart in tumult, his eyes showing sheer astonishment and even shock, barely managing to turn half his face.
A human-shaped Primordial Spirit Light swept past him at this moment, revealing the image of an elder with flying gray hair.
This elder was the Gray-haired Sword Saint!
"Wu Ming! This time! I shall go ahead of you!"
The Sword Saint’s Primordial Spirit radiated a resplendent and dominant glow, bypassing Wu Ming’s form to immediately transform into a dazzling Sword Light, instantly landing before the greatly startled Shakyamuni.
"You..."
Shakyamuni could merely utter this one word when the translucent Mystic Ice Mask mirrored the reflection of an elderly face with gray hair, meeting eye to eye, closing the distance rapidly with an angry roar.
"Shakyamuni! This sword is for the Monk Emperor!"
With a chilling ’Kacha’, accompanied by sharp pain, the sound abruptly arose from Shakyamuni’s face.
An alarming rift appeared at Shakyamuni’s Mystic Ice Mask’s brow, as if a black fissure had split open on a pure white petal.
Intense pain accompanied by scalding blood burst from Shakyamuni’s brow, and a profound sense of mortal danger wildly echoed within, causing even his rigid body, suppressed by the terrifying Sword Intent, along with his Primordial Spirit, to shudder frantically.
Yet——
He couldn’t move!
He simply... couldn’t move!
Even the powerful force of the Sacred Heart Technique within his body, including the power of Phoenix Blood, was completely unable to be mobilized; only the Heavenly Mahavira Unlimited Power seemed able to maintain some activity.
Shakyamuni’s eyes were filled with fury and stared fiercely at the Sword Saint’s face that was coming closer. The astonishing "Sword Intent" emanating from the opponent’s eyes was like a tangible Divine Sword, slowly piercing his skin, piercing the ancestral acupoint, directly targeting the Primordial Spirit hidden with no place to conceal inside the acupoint. Streaks of astonishing damage started to emerge from the top of his head, and his long blood bar continued to plummet...
"Die!"
The Sword Saint roared in fury.
The gray hair composed of Primordial Spirit on his head exploded as his full power erupted.
Shakyamuni suddenly let out a sharp cry, no longer caring for anything else, abruptly releasing the still-movable Heavenly Mahavira Unlimited Power within his Dantian, leading to his fiercely beating heart to suddenly and eerily pause.
Heavenly Heart Tribulation!
In an instant, countless people within a range of a thousand zhang felt their hearts abruptly stop.
At this moment, from the mountain top to the mountain base, thousands of weaker Martial World people and even Players painfully clutched their hearts, and someone directly fainted and lost consciousness on the spot.
This move could be described as a desperate gamble—a connection of his own heartbeat with the hearts of countless others across such a vast area. If any of them suddenly died due to heart stoppage, Shakyamuni would also suffer immense damage.
It’s imaginable that Shakyamuni, driven to a situation of utter desperation, decided to unleash this ultimate move at a time when it would ordinarily be impossible, just to bet that the Sword Saint’s physical body was absolutely within the thousand zhang range. If he bet correctly, he could escape his predicament; if not...
There was no error!
Almost at the moment when the astonishing Sword Intent from Sword Twenty-Three was about to deeply pierce Shakyamuni’s Primordial Spirit, the physical body of the Sword Saint, situated eight hundred zhang away in a snow forest, suddenly convulsed, feeling immense pain at the moment his heart paused its beat, instantly interrupted from the focused state of Sword Twenty-Three.
Whoosh!—
The Sword Saint’s Primordial Spirit in front of Shakyamuni instantly dissipated rapidly, transforming into the surging power of the Primordial Spirit, returning to his body, and the earth-shattering Sword Intent completely vanished.
"Huff—huff—"
Shakyamuni immediately withdrew his power to get his heart to continue beating, panting heavily, with his feet seemingly nailed to the ground, his entire body drenched in cold sweat, and the once mysterious and solemn Mystic Ice Mask now having a shocking crack, with thick and scorching fresh blood seeping out from the fissure, slowly dripping down from his chin onto the ground.
A strong sense of relief and fear after surviving a catastrophe surged wildly from within him.
This was one of the very few terrifying experiences in his life over thousand of years, a huge fright indeed!
Alongside him, Wu Ming and all others were similarly shocked.
With the emergence of Sword Twenty-Three, the immense fear of being unable to control one’s life and death shook everyone to the point of mental loss.
"Shakyamuni!"
Having already experienced Sword Twenty-Three, Jiang Dali was the first to awaken; the Power Level Mahavira within his body was also the first to recover.
Immediately he carried Murong Qingqing, his Sword Force was like a rainbow, cutting down any obstructions, crashing out frenziedly, swiftly killing his way to Shakyamuni.
Just at this moment, he felt his neck tightening along with his waist; it turned out Murong Qingqing had awakened, actively clinging on, her pleasant voice like a whisper of mosquitoes reached his ear, "I’m alright now! Don’t worry about me."
Jiang Dali felt lighter all over, as Murong Qingqing held him tightly with both hands and feet, making the weight on him lighter and freeing his hand that supported her buttocks, allowing him to become even more agile and adaptable in combat, though the weight was practically negligible to him.
"Sweeping Thousands of Army!"
Crash!—
A scorching, fierce Saber Qi of more than twenty zhang swept the entire scene, directly blasting dozens of armored soldiers into the air, their bodies becoming two halves in mid-air, turning into charred bodies upon landing, with sparks flying as they collided.
Boom!!
An even fiercer, unparalleled Saber Qi, resembling a rainbow bridge formed of Red Flame, fell from the air, directly blasting the magnificent Ice Sect gate into pieces, crossing an exaggerated distance of twenty zhang, violently crashing down towards Shakyamuni!
At the same time, Wu Ming, Zhang Sanfeng, and Yin Zhong comprehended together, swiftly executing their movement techniques, darting around to encircle the now visibly panicked Shakyamuni.
With a fierce shout, Yin Zhong flipped out an ancient copper mirror resembling a sunlit flower in his hand, advancing on Shakyamuni as he shouted sternly.
"Spirit Mirror! Curse!"
Zhang Sanfeng moved his arms in a circular motion, seemingly slow but truly swift, casting a rolling Tai Chi Energy towards Shakyamuni’s rear, blocking his retreat.
"Taiji Unlimited!"
Wu Ming’s fingers formed a sword shape, pressed against his forehead, his expression suddenly becoming dull, his gaze suddenly losing all targets, disappearing even unto himself.
In this instant, entering a realm somewhat akin to a self-forgetful state, yet evidently not a self-forgetful state, but rather—a No Self Dao!
His quickly moving figure suddenly froze in mid-air for a moment, abruptly splitting into dozens of images, forming astonishing Sword Qi and Sword Intent, enveloping all directions.
Ultimate Sword Dao—No Self Dao!
This sword stroke was understood to surpass one’s own speed limit, with power that could derive multiple selves, even disappear oneself.
In the blink of an eye, sword light, saber shadows, Spirit Realm Tai Chi, altogether submerged and covered Shakyamuni’s form, the four ultimate experts seized this rare opportunity simultaneously to launch a deadly siege on Shakyamuni...
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