Xu Xian spread his arms, his wide sleeves billowing as he chanted loudly.
“Begin!”
“Sword Inquiry!”
A million longswords leaped across the great gorge, whistling through the mortal realm. They tore through the sky, severing everything in their path as they swept across like a blanket covering the heavens.
Those at the great ascension stage turned and fled instantly, not hesitating for a single breath.
Those at the tribulation transcendence stage cursed under their breaths, but they steeled themselves and channeled their qi to resist.
The demon immortals, saints, and old monsters all moved at once, charging forward to meet the onslaught.
“Kill him!”
“Take him down!”
“He’s just posturing! My sword is no less sharp than his!”
The whistling sword intents collided, clashing with the spirits. Outside the mountain gate, the roar of battle drowned out the sword intent, and the rising smoke instantly blotted out the sky.
The great war had begun!
With a single sword, the youth unleashed a million blades, and the world's powerhouses rose to strike him down.
The swords from the Sword Mound possessed their own spirits. Under the control of the Sword Control Art, each sword seemed to transform into a warrior—a fearless soldier.
They charged and slaughtered with abandon!
From time to time, powerhouses shed blood, staining the rivers and mountains.
From the perspective of those within the Wendao Sword Sect, everything outside the gate was a blur of dust and wind.
Countless sharp swords darted through it, as swift as lightning and as hurried as the wind.
One terrifying figure after another also attacked with madness.
Techniques boomed,
The void collapsed,
And chaos reigned supreme.
The scene was deeply shocking.
The few patriarchs showed no intention of stepping in.
At this moment, the entire sect shared a silent, firm conviction:
Xu Xian alone could fight the world!
Among the invading enemies, the weak fled far away. Some died, some ran, and some were left broken...
Those slightly stronger were unable to escape in time and were trapped within the sea of millions of swords, struggling desperately to cope and barely holding on.
The truly powerful—such as the ancestors of the Three Sects, the several saints of the Central Province, the North Sea demon immortals, the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow, the Mountain and River Sacrifice, the Water Qilin, Bai Ze...
And others,
They were unafraid of the sea of swords. They tore through the sword curtain and charged straight for Xu Xian.
They knew very well,
If they decapitated Xu Xian, this predicament would be broken.
They had no intention of holding back, unleashing their killing moves to the fullest.
“Don’t hold back!”
“Attack together!”
“We cannot be careless.”
“Brat, prepare to die!”
Within the sky-filling sea of swords, the immortal swords with powerful spirit energy circled back, intercepting the experts and fighting to protect their master.
A group of saints found it difficult to move even a single step.
The youth was terrifying.
He was beyond their imagination.
Yet, this only strengthened their resolve to kill him.
It was only a matter of time before they reached him.
Xu Xian remained calm and unhurried. His Pupil of Insight, bolstered by the ninth stage, had long since surpassed anyone's imagination.
Not only could he use his divine sense to attack his opponents, causing even saints to experience brief moments of confusion,
But he could also,
Within an extremely short period, deduce what would happen in the next few breaths.
This allowed Xu Xian to avoid risks in advance.
Therefore,
Even when facing the world's powerhouses, Xu Xian did not panic in the slightest.
He reached out and snatched an immortal sword from the sea of swords before him, gripping it in his hand.
This sword was not Wait.
Nor was it called Halt.
The sword's name was Taibai.
It was his master's former sword.
Today,
Xu Xian held this sword simply to pay tribute to his master.
Amidst the whistling Great River Sword Intent and the noisy center of the battlefield, he spoke to the entire world:
“This sword is called Taibai.”
“It is the sword of my master, Li Taibai.”
“Ten thousand years ago, my master used this sword to sweep through the eight desolations and grant peace to the Northern Borders.”
“Today,”
“I hold this sword to cut down the world and open an era of eternal peace for the people of Fanzhou.”
“Consider this a proper conclusion to the cycle!”
The underlying meaning was clear:
Though his master was dead, Xu Xian was still here.
Today, he held his master's sword to settle all the world's affairs.
Back then,
You all were defeated by this sword.
Today,
It will be the same.
The Water Qilin was infuriated by the sea of swords and roared in anger, “Enough of your motherfucking rambling! Stop your goddamn posturing and show us your real strength!”
Xu Xian's gaze was sharp. On his young, cold face, killing intent surfaced for the first time.
“Keep your eyes wide open!”
“The dragon's hum echoes low, the cold pool is clear; the sword sings a wild song through the mortal realm.”
“A Single Lotus Appears!”
A misty green sword intent surged from Taibai's blade.
It shot straight into the firmament, splitting the sky. The sword intent charged forward, shattering the heavens and the earth...
A gale rose,
And a green lotus bloomed.
The Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow, unable to dodge in time, actually had one of its wings sliced off. it let out a mournful cry that shook the world.
“Aaaah!”
As one sword strike fell, another was born; as one strike was born, another rose.
The green sword intent whistled,
And the youth with the sword charged.
At this moment,
The youth drew his sword, and as he wished, the tables had turned. He began a hunt that belonged solely to him.
This was his battlefield, a performance that belonged only to him.
The first form.
The second form.
The third form,
The fourth form,
A new face, familiar moves, and a heaven-towering sword intent...
They bloomed wantonly amidst the mountains outside the gate.
One powerhouse after another was wounded; one old monster after another was forced back.
Looking at the afterimage darting through the battlefield,
These old fellows felt as if they had been transported back ten thousand years, seeing that peerless sword immortal ravaging the world once more.
He was clearly dead!
But why... why had he come back?
The Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow was afraid—truly afraid. It stopped fighting and began to flee.
The ancestors of the Three Sects were terrified; the fear originated from deep within their hearts and could not be shaken.
The old Daoist riding the ox took advantage of the chaos and turned to flee when no one was looking.
Bai Ze was shocked,
The Azure Dragon was panicked,
Their expressions were contorted, and their faces were pale.
“The Green Lotus Sword Song... Li Taibai's sword technique.”
“Damn it, how is he even more ferocious than Li Taibai...”
“What the hell... this is truly like seeing a ghost...”
“An illusion, this must be an illusion...”
They denied it, they cursed, trying to use their words to cover the rising fear in their hearts.
Li Taibai.
That dead Sword Ancestor.
His figure had dominated Fanzhou for nearly ten thousand years.
Most of them had once been defeated by him—crushingly defeated.
For ten thousand years, they had lived in his fear and shadow, hiding away from the world.
And today,
The youth from the Wendao Sword Sect was using his sword technique against them once more.
It was exactly the same.
For a moment,
They even felt, in their daze, that he had returned.
Their will to fight instantly plummeted by thirty percent.
The demon immortals were dazed.
Bai Ze gritted his teeth secretly.
The saints of the Central Plains broke out in cold sweat.
The Water Qilin only felt that these people were sick. How could they be reduced to this?
It cursed incessantly in its heart. Ants were just ants; mortal souls were just mortal souls—all of them were useless trash.
Silently, a shallow layer of tears welled up in Tu Sisi's eyes.
In the overlapping images of her daze, she saw his former figure in him.
Seeing it again after ten thousand years,
It felt like a lifetime ago.
“Have you returned?”
He was dead.
It was only the person who had died.
But his legacy remained.
His shadow remained, just as it had for the past ten thousand years; even if he did not show his face, his name would be remembered for eternity.
But even so, even if they were strikingly similar, the saints still did not fear his edge and pounced forward madly.
On the contrary, that green sword intent reminded them of the humiliation they suffered ten thousand years ago.
Ten thousand years of endurance erupted at this moment.
To hell with the Sky Gate.
To hell with the fortune.
To hell with the Wendao Sword Sect.
To hell with Li Taibai.
Kill him.
Their minds were filled with nothing but killing him, crushing him. They wanted to personally sever Li Taibai's legacy and ensure he had no successor...
Until,
Xu Xian struck with the tenth sword.
[Endless Vitality.]
They knew things had gone wrong.
Until,
Xu Xian struck with the eleventh sword.
[A Single Lotus Withers.]
They knew it was over.
As the twelfth sword was prepared, before it had even fallen,
The Azure Dragon, Ao Tian, unwillingly gave the command.
“Retreat!”
The saints of the Central Province turned and fled.
“Go!”
The Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow ran like a headless chicken. The Peach Blossom Immortal Master didn't look back, and the mountain spirit old monsters each used their own divine abilities to escape.
Bai Ze advised, his voice hoarse, “Ancestor, let us withdraw...”
The Water Qilin found it laughable. It was a dignified Immortal King; was it supposed to avoid the edge of a mere mortal soul?
It let out a furious roar, “A bunch of useless ants!”
“If you're afraid, then get lost!”
“I alone am enough!”
It charged alone against the tide, rushing toward the youth.
No one could be relied upon, and it hadn't intended to rely on them anyway.
The twelfth sword fell as promised.
“Infinite...”
“Lotus Rings!”
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