Free Web NovelChapter 229: Chapter 228: [Ten Thousand Swords Kill]
A Demon Race stronghold of over a thousand stood little chance against the assault led by Fan. Even those who tried to attack from the air, using their flight advantage, were largely ineffective. At the very least, they posed no obvious obstacle to Fan.
He charged alone at the very front. His blade flashed like a shadow, the white snow a veil around him. With every graceful movement, he cut down several members of the Northern Boundary Mountain Demon Clan.
Because he lacked Spirit Charm, he had not yet reached the Jade Sinew Realm. Even though he had fully forged his Steel Bones, he couldn’t break through that final barrier.
After all, the East Shore Tribe’s entire legacy had been absorbed by Jiang Qiu alone. Where would he find any remaining Spirit Charm for his own Cultivation?
Besides, even if he had a tiny sliver of Spirit Charm to reach the Jade Sinew Realm, the effect wouldn’t be very lasting. Combat itself was a draining process, and any Spirit Charm he could get would certainly be insufficient to sustain a prolonged fight at the Jade Sinew Realm level.
So, to him, being in the Jade Sinew Realm was meaningless. All that mattered was that his sword was fast enough!
When he first arrived in the Northern Boundary, his swordsmanship was lacking and his Realm was low; his performance was utterly unremarkable. But he was, after all, the number one Sword Dao genius, famous throughout all of Jiangnan.
Having witnessed Jiang Qiu use his Spear Intent to slay Feng back in the North Snow Tribe, he had an epiphany. He spent the next three years constantly honing his skills, finally reaching a new level.
’Sword Intent is intent itself. So what if I have no Spirit Charm? So what if I’m not in the Grandmaster Realm?’
’When I hold a sword, I *am* a Grandmaster!’
The thought flashed through his mind. Fan’s body twisted like a coiling dragon. In just a few steps, a cold light flashed, blindingly bright. The ring of a blade echoed through the sky as another Steel Bone Realm enemy fell.
He glanced at the large group of Northern Boundary Mountain Demon Clan members in the distance, headed by their Leader. With a flick of his blade, he leaped forward, a blur of motion as he lunged for the kill. He heard the lead demon roar, "Ancestor, grant us your strength!"
The roar was like a giant boulder crashing into a deep pool, and a response echoed from the vast emptiness. A surging tide of Spirit Charm seeped out from the earth beneath Northern Boundary Mountain, transforming into thousands of tiny, fish-like motes that swam forth and instantly merged into the bodies of every member of the Northern Boundary Mountain Demon Clan.
Copper Skin Realm.
Iron Flesh Realm.
Steel Bone Realm.
Jade Sinew Realm!
Any member of the Demon Race with the bloodline of the Demon Emperor Kun found their bodies swelling. The muscles on their skin writhed like coiling dragons as a crushing, meteor-like pressure began to build.
Floating in mid-air, they looked like a meteor shower waiting to fall!
This level of enhancement was perhaps far from comparable to the methods Feng had used on his powerful Demon Race subordinates, but for any of the Northern Boundary Tribes, it was an earth-shattering disaster. A group of ten such demons could probably wipe out a Main Vein Tribe unguarded by a Witch Priest with ease.
Fan, of course, felt the pressure of their bloodline.
Thick clouds now swirled around the waist of Northern Boundary Mountain, obscuring the heavens. For thousands of miles around, not a single ray of daylight could be seen. Countless fish-like motes of Spirit Charm converged within the bodies of the several hundred members of the Northern Boundary Mountain Demon Clan. They were glowing. They were in the sky. They were a meteor shower about to coalesce!
This battle was destined to be difficult, but so was climbing the mountain.
This mountain-climbing plan had been arranged precisely to save as much time as possible, which was also why he was leading the charge.
Could the Warriors gathered from the tribes defeat these formidable members of the Northern Boundary Mountain Demon Clan?
They couldn’t. The amount of time they could stall for would be very limited. That was why another Chosen One was leading a batch of Warriors to force an ascent from a different stronghold. The goal was indeed to create a diversion, a classic feint.
But what mattered more was sheer strength.
By making his move, Fan intended to single-handedly hold off the vast majority of the Northern Boundary Mountain Demon Clan members who had been bathed in the power of their Ancestor!
’Jiang Qiu can kill his enemies by piercing the very air with his spear; the Spear Intent he’s mastered is tyrannical and decisive,’ Fan murmured to himself. He raised his head, gazing at the Northern Boundary Mountain Demon Clan members who were about to finish upgrading. A clear brilliance swept over his Cold Iron Sword. ’So can I.’
HUMMM—
In that instant, the vast, drifting snow for miles around froze in mid-air. A moment later, it all converged, forming countless Snow Swords that pointed toward the Demon Race in the sky.
At that moment, the Leader’s eyes went wide. All the members of the Northern Boundary Mountain Demon Clan turned pale with shock. "How is this possible!"
When had they ever seen such a technique?
They had heard that Gold, the Chosen One from the West Ice Tribe, was a peerless prodigy with the ability to control ice and snow, a talent one in a million. But how was *this* Chosen One doing it?
If he was this powerful, why was he only showing it now!
Moreover, all this ice and snow had become swords! Their murderous aura soared to the heavens, already forming an unstoppable force!
"Now, die."
As Fan uttered the words, a chilling Sword Intent flared in his eyes and blood streamed from the corners of his mouth. The sky full of ice swords shot across the void, like a shower of blue fireflies flowing in reverse, washing over the night sky that was obscured by dark clouds.
His face contorted as if it could no longer bear the strain, and his pupils began to lose focus. He dropped to one knee, slumping over his Cold Iron Sword which he had driven into the ground for support.
THUD. THUD. THUD...
The powerful members of the Northern Boundary Mountain Demon Clan fell from the sky, like a rain of black birds.
A faint smile touched Fan’s lips as he sighed. "It’s time for Jiang Qiu to climb the mountain."
...
As the rain of swords surged upward, every member of the Northern Boundary Mountain Demon Clan, and even the Human Race Warriors, stared in awe at Fan, the Chosen One from the East Shore Tribe. He had captured everyone’s attention.
At that moment, Jiang Qiu, who had been following in the ranks, hurled his Northern Snow Lance, killing a few demons blocking his path. In a flash, he burst past the stronghold and sprinted toward the mountainside, like a tiny speck climbing upward.
He was incredibly fast, and his frame was small. As long as no one was paying specific attention to him, it would be hard to notice that the defensive line had been breached.
In truth, the crucial factor was that Fan’s attack had drawn so much attention. As a result, Jiang Qiu encountered no real obstacles and reached the mountain path with little effort.
However, the moment he heard the sword’s song, he glanced back. The sight of the sky full of ice swords clashing against hundreds of members of the Northern Boundary Mountain Demon Clan, all temporarily elevated to the Jade Sinew Realm, was utterly stunning. The sound of their impact was like thunder.
Fan had said that he’d gained insight from Jiang Qiu’s Spear Intent, comprehending a Sword Intent of his own—one that allowed him to strike without fear of enemy pressure, forever pressing forward.
Building on that foundation, he had combined it with a Secret Technique from his past to comprehend his own Secret Sword Skill. Using his bloodline as a guide, creating a resonance between heaven and earth, he sacrificed his own internal organs and meridians, infusing all of that power into his Sword Intent to command everything that could be used as a sword... and kill his enemies!
This technique was called "Ten Thousand Swords Kill." It could only be used once in a lifetime, allowing one to break past their personal limits in a moment of exhaustion and unleash unprecedented combat strength.
After all, this was the Northern Boundary, just a Great Secret Realm. If he died, he died. He never had much of a chance of successfully climbing the mountain and claiming victory anyway. Better to die verifying his Dao.
This scene proved it: the Sword Dao was real, and the Secret Technique was true.
Fan, Tang Guang, had truly managed to single-handedly hold back nearly every member of the Northern Boundary Mountain Demon Clan present!
"Ten Thousand Swords Kill."
Jiang Qiu murmured the name, his gaze growing sharper. He turned and sprinted toward the waist of Northern Boundary Mountain, his feet seeming to ride the wind.
No matter what, he had to get that Enlightenment Fruit!
