Free Web NovelChapter 515: Chapter 508: Tianhe’s Strongest Sword Saint
SHUFFLE SHUFFLE SHUFFLE!!
Overwhelmed by the immense pressure, the faces of the several middle-aged men in suits turned pale as they stumbled backward.
Suddenly, they felt a sharp pain on their necks, followed by the sensation of liquid seeping out.
They hurriedly reached for their necks and wiped away the viscous liquid trickling down, only to find their hands covered in bright red blood.
Somehow, just from his gaze, deep gashes had split open on their necks, nearly severing their tracheas and arteries!
Their faces instantly turned deathly pale. If he had so wished, they would have died from that single glance.
These men were no ordinary people. Even among Martial Artists, they were considered powerful elites.
Beichuan Zhenwu, in particular, was a successor to the "Beichuan Destruction," the most influential Swordsmanship School in Tianhe today. He was only a single step away from truly breaking through the limits of the human body.
And yet, a single glance had nearly killed them.
’There was no physical contact, no sign of a spreading magnetic field... Just how did he do it...?’
Their eyes were filled with utter disbelief as they stared at the young man before them.
’Is this the power of the legendary strongest Sword Saint in Tianhe’s history?!’
"You may be my great-grandson, but if necessary, I will not hesitate to kill you."
The young man spoke, his voice as cold and indifferent as ice.
"Abandon your foolish delusions. You are not worthy of wielding me, this sharp blade. Or rather, in this era, in this world, no one has ever been worthy."
"I only do what I believe to be right and what I long for. Once, I hoped my country and my people could become stronger, but now..."
The young man muttered softly to himself, looking down at his hands.
Wisps of black mist seeped from his palms, coalescing into a sinister demonic shadow.
He was no longer human. It was this power that had revived him from decades of cryo-suspended animation, allowing him to recover and evolve step by step to an unprecedented peak.
’However, this wasn’t the power I wanted.’
’I would rather have vanished from this world as a human.’
Though he had once been called "the Butcher," though he had taken countless lives and seen ordinary people as worthless, though he was the "Death God" who made his peers tremble at the mere mention of his name, he had always believed that being "human" was the world’s rarest romance.
A short life, a frail shell. Human existence in this world is like a speck of dust or a drop of water, gone in an instant, leaving no trace behind.
But it is precisely the finite nature of life that reveals its importance.
To challenge the peaks of life, nature, and history with a frail and fleeting existence, within a limited time—this was what he considered a man’s romance.
He had believed that after that final battle, he would gradually fade away, carrying this romance and a faint sense of regret. But he never expected his country and his descendants to shatter that ideal.
To preserve his powerful body, to retain the immense power he possessed, and to ensure this sharp blade could one day be wielded again by those in power, they hatched a despicable plan.
Without his consent, as he lay on his deathbed, they used the most advanced technology to cryogenically freeze his body. They hoped that one day they would find a way to heal his injuries and unleash the terrifying power he commanded upon the world once more.
And the Celestial Demon’s "Elixir of Immortality" gave them that opportunity.
And so, Beichuan Xuanxin—creator of the Beichuan Destruction, known as "Tianhe’s Strongest Sword Saint," a man the world believed had been dead for decades and existed only in the legends of the Tianhe Martial Dao—returned to the world, restored to his peak condition.
But this time, upon his return to the world, Beichuan Xuanxin had only a single thought.
To die a romantic death once again.
And for a Martial Artist, the most romantic death was undoubtedly to perish completely in battle against a formidable opponent, in a sublime, turbulent union of Spirit and life.
Ever since his rebirth, he had been waiting for such an opportunity. Now, at last, it had arrived.
Beichuan Xuanxin fixed his gaze on Zhou Yuanjue on the screen. A powerful premonition told him that there, his life could come to a perfect end.
"Do as I say. I, who should have been buried with the old era, will no longer live on ignobly as anyone’s ’sword’."
"If you fail to meet my demands, you will all be buried in this land. But that would not be very romantic."
Beichuan Xuanxin spoke coolly to his great-grandson, Beichuan Zhenwu.
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Deep within the Great Satan Desert, countless drones hovered in the sky. All over the world, innumerable eyes waited quietly for the next challenger to appear.
Two hours after Larry’s death, another figure finally reappeared in the desert.
The figure was dressed in the traditional garb of Tianhe Country and approached on foot. Each step seemed calm and unhurried, yet with every footfall, his body would instantly cross several dozen meters. It was a terrifying sight, like the legendary art of Shrinking Inches.
"Someone’s here! A new challenger!"
"Who is it?! Looks like he’s from Tianhe Country!"
"The cameras! Get a close-up! Quick!"
"..."
Beichuan Xuanxin’s appearance instantly threw the scene back into a frenzy. Countless drone cameras swiveled toward him, capturing his face in the slight pauses between each of his long strides.
「Zixiao Mountain Peak.」
"Old Chen, do you recognize him?"
The Chief Commissioner asked Chen Qingmu, who stood beside him, his voice grave as he watched the figure on the screen.
"Of course. My master died at that old monster’s hands. How could I ever forget?"
Chen Qingmu’s eyes were glued to the screen as he said, word by word, "Beichuan Xuanxin!"
"That old monster... according to reliable intelligence, he should have perished in the 1970s from the horrific injuries he sustained in that battle. How is he still alive?" Chen Qingmu muttered.
He would never forget that old monster’s face and figure. Even though he now looked younger than before, Chen Qingmu could still recognize him in an instant.
No Martial Artist who lived through that era could be ignorant of his name.
Decades ago, during that chaotic era of war, this man had been a living Nightmare for the entire Donghua Martial Arts Realm, and indeed, for all Donghua people.
Besides being called "Tianhe’s Strongest Sword Saint" within Tianhe Country, this man, in that era, had another title:
The Strongest in the Far East.
