My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult-Chapter 287: The Invincible Great Sword Immortal

Chapter 287 -287: The Invincible Great Sword Immortal

During the fifteenth year of the Xingping era’s winter, the cold wind was sharp like a dagger, heartlessly chilling, and the endless snowflakes fluttered like willow catkins in spring, transforming the entire Yujing City into a beautifully serene world.

The commoners on the streets, wrapped in thick cotton, continued their sales pitches incessantly, lively as ever, and a few children, laughing merrily, emerged from the alleyways and ran towards one of the four scenic spots of Yujing City, the Observatory.

No matter the era, the entertainment for the impoverished was always simple and dull.

Outside Yujing City, the Pingyang Guard, as usual, trained amidst the wind and snow, their powerful and robust voices deafening, reaching the skies.

The three great military Marquis of Yan Country each commanded three independent armies; Marquis Wang Shiyi in northern Beihuang Dao, resisting Houjin, Marquis Pingding in the south confronting Zhao Country, and Marquis Pingyang’s Pingyang Guard, which guarded Yujing City, constantly securing the city’s safety.

On the training ground, the soldiers of Pingyang Guard had shed their iron armor and were training bare-chested in the snow, their muscular bodies red-faced and flush. Qiu Heng, wearing loose clothing, rode a tall horse, moving among the various formations, his expression somewhat stern.

Ever since the Crown Prince began to handle some state affairs, Qiu Heng had clearly and directly aligned himself with the Crown Prince, even orchestrating on behalf of His Highness during Qiu Lun’s wedding banquet, and assassinated the Houjin prodigy, Yan Gang.

After all, Qiu Heng’s status and position were already considered national pillars, supporters of the court, only a great achievement from the dragon could further his progress.

This strategy had indeed been very effective. In recent years, Qiu Heng’s position in the court had become more stable, also allowing the Qiu family in Yujing City to rise, continuously elevating their status, with Qiu Lun’s career flourishing smoothly.

The matter of the Crown Prince replacing the Human Emperor in attending the grand ceremony at Zhong Mountain seemed to have confirmed his accession to the throne, only a matter of time now.

As long as the Crown Prince ascended the throne, then naturally, Qiu Heng’s position needed no further mention.

But at this moment, his heart still felt somewhat uneasy. Qiu Lun, with a hundred thousand troops from Pingyang, had gone north to support Wang Shiyi. But the situation with Houjin was not optimistic. Should a defeat occur in the north, it would inevitably cause a chain reaction, and Zhao Country would definitely strike.

In these turbulent times, the concern was most acute.

Then, with a pincer attack from the north and south, the Pingyang Guard would also be deployed at any moment, entering the battlefield, so he also had to be ready for the upcoming battle.

“General, I have something I wish to discuss with you,”

At that moment, a man clad in black armor, tall and burly, approached.

He was Qiu Heng’s deputy general, a confidant for many decades, Wang Dingshan.

Qiu Heng glanced at the training soldiers and asked, “What is it?”

Wang Dingshan spoke in a deep voice, “It’s not convenient to talk here, would you please come to the tent?”

“Very well.”

Qiu Heng nodded his head, and without giving it much thought, followed Wang Dingshan into the tent.

Inside the tent, a stove burned, making it quite warm, but due to the tent’s small size, it also felt rather cramped, giving a claustrophobic sensation.

Qiu Heng asked, “Dingshan, what exactly is it?”

Wang Dingshan took a deep breath and said, “What is your opinion, General, on the Crown Prince performing the grand ceremony on behalf of the Human Emperor?”

Qiu Heng’s eyebrows rose slightly, “This matter has been decreed by the Human Emperor, we as ministers need only serve loyally and serve our country.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Dingshan shook his head, “I think His Majesty is confused by this action.”

“How dare you!”

Qiu Heng, upon hearing this, immediately exclaimed, “Wang Dingshan, considering our friendship, I will pretend I didn’t hear that. You better stop spouting nonsense.”

Wang Dingshan, looking serious, said, “General, I’m not talking nonsense. I think there’s someone more suitable than Zhao Chongyin to ascend to the great throne.”

“Who?”

“The Second Prince.”

Even Qiu Heng, who was slow to grasp the implications, now understood and slightly squinted his eyes, “Do you realize what you are saying?”

Wang Dingshan nodded, “I’m very clear.”

As he spoke, numerous soldiers rushed in, suddenly surrounding Qiu Heng and his two trusted aides completely. Additionally, two individuals dressed in exotic attire, clearly from the Jianghu, joined them, their cultivation levels visibly high.

Qiu Heng angrily exclaimed, “Wang Dingshan, you dare rebel?”

Wang Dingshan sneered, “Rebel? Against whom?”

Qiu Heng’s eyes glinted with a cold light as his hand instinctively reached for his waist.

“Clank!” “Clank!”

“Don’t move!”

At that moment, dozens of sharp weapons simultaneously aimed at Qiu Heng.

Indifferent to the gleaming blades, Qiu Heng nonchalantly said, “If it’s destined to rain, or if a woman is to be married, and Wang Dingshan, if you seek death, then don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

Wang Dingshan replied, “General, if you defect to the right side now, I can assure you decades of glory and riches that you can’t exhaust.”

“Surging Waves—!”

Without another word, Qiu Heng drew his weapon.

…..

White Pavilion Manor.

The manor was intricately elegant with its pavilions and towers, tranquil and beautiful with its pools and galleries, speaking volumes of its lavish elegance.

In the study, Zhao Mengtai sat in a chair, furrowing his brows, holding a dark ink-colored ruler in his hand.

At this moment, his youngest son, Zhao Yunfan, was standing with his hands behind his back, looking troubled as he faced his father, wondering if he was called here to be tested on his poetry skills again today.

Zhao Mengtai asked, “Tell me, how did my myna bird die?”

As the Second Prince of Yan Country, Zhao Mengtai had a somewhat domineering, strong character; he enjoyed risking his life but also had many virtues such as respecting the talented, resoluteness, and strong loyalties. Moreover, he had no vices—all he loved was raising birds.

All in all, he was a wise ruler.

Zhao Yunfan’s face paled instantly. “Dead… Dead? How did it die?”

Zhao Mengtai stood up, “Yes, how could a perfectly fine bird just die?”

Zhao Yunfan kept retreating, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

Zhao Mengtai said indifferently, “Kneel here in the study, and you can stand up when I come back.”

Having said that, Zhao Mengtai threw the ruler onto the table and picked up the Seven Stars Sword hung on the wall, a famous sword ranked eighth on the Famous Sword List.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yunfan breathed a sigh of relief; whether beaten sooner or later, he preferred later, especially since he wouldn’t be beaten right now.

Maybe, Zhao Mengtai would even forget about it.

“Today is indeed a good day.”

Zhao Mengtai left the study, looking up at the sky. His expression turned gloomy.

This was no ordinary day.

For Zhao Mengtai, it was the second most important day of his life—the most important being his birth.

A century is too long, success must be seized urgently.

Zhao Mengtai’s thoughts flashed by, and he soon arrived in the guest hall.

At this moment, the hall was already filled with many people. Upon seeing Zhao Mengtai entering, everyone stood up, seemingly having waited for a very long time.

Among them were not only famed gentry but also some ministers from the past, heavyweights of the country.

A man dressed as a scholar saluted with his fist, “Your Highness, the City Gate Department is already under control, the East Camp has lit the beacon, Wang Dingshan has made his move, as for the Imperial Guards…”

Yujing City had four defensive forces—the City Gate Department, East Camp, Imperial Guards, and the Xuanyi Guard. Most of the Xuanyi Guard’s elites had departed with Xu Qianyue, leaving them a non-factor now, while the City Gate Department and East Camp were now under Zhao Mengtai’s control.

Once the City Gate Department opened the gates, ten thousand Pingyang Guards could instantly flood into Yujing City and surround the entire Imperial Palace.

Even if successful, Zhao Mengtai would inevitably be cursed forever.

He couldn’t care about that anymore.

Zhao Mengtai smiled faintly, “The head of the Imperial Guards, Gao Sheng, has also secretly pledged allegiance to me. Now only those eunuchs in the palace remain loyal to the Emperor. I want to see what storm these eunuchs can possibly stir up.”

“Now, accompany me to the eastern gate to open it.”

This had been a long-planned conspiracy. Zhao Mengtai had everything prepared to seize the moment during the heavenly worship ceremony, when everyone’s attention was on Zhong Mountain, to initiate this coup.

Everyone exchanged glances, each showing a hint of brilliance.

As long as Zhao Mengtai ascended to the throne, they all would have a part in this ascension, enjoying endless glory and wealth for the rest of their lives.

Zhao Mengtai walked towards the outer hall, with the crowd rising to follow him.

Just then, two figures rushed in hastily.

One was Zhao Mengtai’s steward, and the other was Mo Yan from the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion.

Previously, in order to avoid suspicion, Zhao Mengtai would have Mo Yan hide his presence to prevent others from noticing, given that the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion had once conspired with the Demon Sect to assassinate the Crown Prince, but there was no need for such precautions now.

The steward bowed and said, “Your Highness, Eunuch Zhong has arrived with an edict from the Emperor, saying that His Majesty wishes to see you.”

“Father wants to see me!?”

Zhao Mengtai felt a tremor in his heart but scoffed coldly on the surface.

It had been a long time since he last saw the Emperor, and this sudden summons was definitely peculiar.

The steward said, “Yes.”

Zhao Mengtai pondered for a moment, then said, “Then I shall first make a trip to the Imperial Palace. Mo Yan, you go to the east, and as soon as the army enters Yujing City, immediately surround the Imperial Palace for me.”

A strategist’s face changed, prompting quickly, “Your Highness, be careful!”

Zhao Mengtai smiled faintly, confident, “Don’t worry, Gao Sheng has already sided with me, and I’ve got control over most of the Forbidden Palace. Let’s not alert them prematurely. I’ll stall them until the army fully enters Yujing City, then I’ll go to the palace.”

The world knew that the Martial Arts Emperor was a warrior, but many forgot that Zhao Mengtai was the one most like Zhao Zhiwu, not only in style but also in martial talent.

As long as Gao Sheng and the Imperial Guards were in his hands, he could face even his father, the Emperor, and come out unscathed.

Zhao Mengtai was accustomed to taking bold risks, but he had to be cautious this time because failure meant certain death without a place for burial.

Mo Yan had been following Zhao Mengtai for a long time, and naturally knew his character. He bowed and said, “I will head to the east of the city now and will certainly fulfill Your Highness’s orders.”

“Good.”

Zhao Mengtai nodded and then took a deep breath, following the sword-wielding eunuch Zhong Binru towards the Imperial City.

Zhong Binru’s demeanor had not changed, remaining very cold and not showing any goodwill towards Zhao Mengtai, perhaps not registering the changes in Yujing City or perhaps simply indifferent to them internally.

Soon, the two arrived at the entrance of the Imperial Palace.

Zhao Chongyin saw Gao Sheng standing at the gate and felt slightly relieved inside.

Had he not seen Gao Sheng, he might have waited for the army to enter the city, but seeing Gao Sheng now, his mind was completely settled.

“Your Highness.”

Gao Sheng came before Zhao Mengtai and bowed.

Zhao Mengtai supported Gao Sheng’s arm, and the two looked at each other, both silent.

“Please!”

Zhong Binru said coldly.

Zhao Mengtai smiled lightly and said, “Wait a bit longer.”

Zhong Binru furrowed his brow but did not speak, quietly waiting alongside Zhao Mengtai.

Suddenly, a noisy sound came from afar, and then the noise grew louder.

Here it comes!

Zhao Mengtai stirred inside and let out a long breath.

A hundred thousand troops surrounding the Imperial Palace along with the Forbidden Army—that was one of his capitals for today’s coup.

Zhong Binru’s expression remained icy cold throughout, not even asking a single question, which might have unsettled the average person, but Zhong Binru was just that kind of person.

Chaos!

The entire Yujing City was in chaos!

As the hundred-thousand-strong army entered Yujing City, it caused a huge stir, and all the citizens were taken aback by the sight of the dark mass of troops and did not even dare to speak in low voices.

Wherever the army passed, it was as if thunder roared, and all the doors of the officials, nobles, and ancient wealthy families were tightly shut, though many did not understand what was happening.

In the Lv Sect, Lv Guoyong also heard the noise outside.

Lv Jingchun, who was ‘burying his head in his studies’, exclaimed in horror, “Grandfather, something big has happened outside.”

Lv Guoyong knew it was Zhao Mengtai’s doing.

This second prince had hinted at his intentions before making a move, and Lv Guoyong had not mentioned it to anyone to this day.

The same scene had unfolded forty-two years earlier.

The difference was, at that time, the protagonist was Zhao Mengtai’s father, Zhao Zhiwu.

Tan Yun also asked curiously, “Grandpa, what’s happening?”

Lv Guoyong patted Tan Yun’s head, “Nothing, just some wind and snow.”

Tan Yun looked at the snowflakes dancing outside the window and whispered, “This year’s snow is bigger than before, I wonder what my husband is doing now?”

……

At the Imperial Palace gate.

Zhao Mengtai said with a smile, “Eunuch Zhong, let’s go.”

Zhong Binru did not speak but headed towards the Imperial Study Room inside the palace.

The palace courtyard was splendid, with beautifully carved beams and painted rafters, and the exotic beasts on the eaves, clad in golden scales and armor, seemed almost ready to soar into the sky.

Before long, the two arrived atop the Golden Throne Hall.

By now, the morning court had passed, and the Golden Throne Hall appeared vast and desolate. At that moment, sitting atop the hall was a figure in a dragon robe, his eyes calm yet carrying an imposing aura, precisely the Emperor of Great Yan, Zhao Zhiwu.

Zhao Mengtai frowned and stood at the entrance of the Golden Throne Hall.

A robust voice echoed out, reaching beyond the great hall, “Mengtai, why don’t you come in?”

Zhao Mengtai bowed and said, “Your son dares not.”

To know one’s father is not as good as knowing one’s son, and Zhao Zhiwu was a Five Qi Grandmaster in cultivation. Even though his breakthrough had brought injuries, he remained a Five Qi Grandmaster.

“Hahahaha!”

Seeing Zhao Mengtai speak so, Zhao Zhiwu burst into loud laughter.

Zhao Mengtai’s frown deepened.

Zhao Zhiwu asked, “Do you know what you are doing?”

Zhao Mengtai responded, “I know.”

It seemed that his father, the Emperor, already knew, for now, Yujing City was in chaos, and he had no reason not to know.

Zhao Zhiwu continued to inquire, “Where did you get the courage?”

Zhao Mengtai said, “Since ancient times, the victor becomes king and the defeated the enemy; this unchanging truth was taught to me by Father himself.”

Zhao Zhiwu’s pupils slightly narrowed, “To succeed is to be king, to fail is to be the foe.”

Zhao Mengtai replied, “Exactly.”

Zhao Zhiwu remained silent for a long while, then said, “You wish to be king, to step onto this thorn-covered throne, but do you know what it will cost?”

Zhao Mengtai smiled, “Why does Father not ask what I will gain?”

Zhao Zhiwu stood up, looking straight at Zhao Mengtai, “What you will gain is nothing but endless solitude.”

At this moment, a father and son, a sovereign and minister, one standing high above looking down, and the other standing below looking up.

Zhao Mengtai squinted his eyes and said, “I do not understand, but I only wish to, like Father, sit high upon that imperial throne, above tens of thousands, no longer beneath anyone.”

Power seduces deep into ruin, and the power of an emperor is indeed the peak of all power; even the bonds of flesh and blood sometimes cannot withstand it.

Those who rely on power, lament throughout eternity.

Zhao Zhiwu looked at his most favored son, the son who resembled him most, despite having foreseen this day coming, his heart still grew more complicated at this moment.

Zhao Mengtai took a deep breath and said, “Father, abdicate to me and peacefully become the Supreme Emperor.”

Zhao Zhiwu, looking at Zhao Mengtai, slowly began, “In the twenty-first year of Li Ping, you and Qi Yuan established the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, and the following year you recruited Tianpeng Ancestor, the top swordsman of the world.”

Zhao Mengtai’s eyes suddenly widened.

Zhao Zhiwu continued, “In the twenty-fifth year of Li Ping, you encountered the Sword Demon at Nanping Dao; what you didn’t know was that he was a master from the Great Snow Mountain of Houjin, and his appearance marked the beginning of a conspiracy.”

“In the second year of Xingping, the Minister of Public Works Yue Tingchen submitted a declaration of allegiance to you.”

“In the seventh year of Xingping, you secretly promoted Yue Tingchen to Minister of the Ministry of Industry, and he took on the major responsibility of constructing the Dragon Locking Well.”

“In the tenth year of Xingping, the head of the Sun Pavilion at the Wind and Rain Tower contacted you.”

“In the fourteenth year of Xingping, you colluded with the Demon Sect at the Four Symbols Sect to kill Chongyin and later sent the Sword Demon to kill Zongzheng Yuan and Mu Jin Dharma King.”

“In the fifteenth year of Xingping…..”

Zhao Mengtai looked up at the Emperor in shock, his mind completely blank, unconsciously backing away, even failing to catch the rest of the words.

His Father, the Emperor, knew everything, understanding it all clearly, word by word, even remembering the events more clearly than he did himself.

“Gao Sheng! Gao Sheng!”

Zhao Mengtai cried out loudly.

“Thud!”

Just then, two bloody heads were thrown from a distance.

A man walked into the Golden Throne Hall and knelt before the Emperor above, “Your Majesty, Gao Sheng and his son plotted to rebel, and now they have been executed!”

Zhao Mengtai looked at the two familiar, fierce heads, slightly stunned.

One of them was none other than Gao Sheng who had just greeted him earlier.

Zhao Mengtai tried to remain calm and said, “That means the East Camp and Zhong Mountain….”

Zhao Zhiwu knew everything about him, so today’s scheme was naturally under his control, and now it seemed more like a joke.

Zhao Zhiwu solemnly said, “Actually, I just wanted to see if you would truly step into the Imperial Palace and whether you would regret it at the last moment.”

“Regret, I, Zhao Mengtai, have never regretted.”

Zhao Mengtai’s pupils dilated, a hint of crimson flashing in his eyes, “Even if given a thousand times, ten thousand times, I would still do the same.”

Zhao Zhiwu placed his hand on the Dragon Throne, gently caressing it, and while looking at the unrepentant Zhao Mengtai, he said, “A thousand times, ten thousand times, your ending would be the same, because you are Zhao Mengtai, and I am Zhao Zhiwu.”

Zhao Mengtai lifted his head, looking straight at Zhao Zhiwu and said, “I am driven to this point.”

Zhao Zhiwu said, “You should not have such great ambition.”

Zhao Mengtai roared, “Why not? If Zhao Chongyin can become the Crown Prince, why can’t I, especially since he is that….”

His words were cut off mid-sentence by an overwhelming pressure, as immense as a mountain, forcing him to swallow the rest of his words.

The ground under Zhao Mengtai’s feet cracked open, and if not for his cultivation reaching the Grandmaster Realm, he might have already fallen to the ground.

The Golden Throne Hall was quiet, filled only with the sounds of Zhao Mengtai’s breathing.

After a long time, Zhao Mengtai spoke again, “I am very curious as to how Father knew all this so clearly? I want to know where I lost?”

Zhao Zhiwu spoke indifferently, “You have an undercover agent by your side, placed there by my command.”

An undercover agent!?

Zhao Mengtai couldn’t help but sneer, “Father Emperor actually placed an undercover agent beside his own son.”

Zhao Zhiwu coldly stated, “You only have eyes for Yan Country, whereas my heart encompasses the entire world. A mere undercover agent means nothing; I might as well tell you now, there are four undercover agents in total across the world, who can play a crucial role at critical moments. The one beside you is just meant to root out the unrest in Yan Country, did you really think it was all for you?”

Zhao Mengtai looked at his father, this Emperor of Great Yan. Although he had always known deep down about his father’s profound and immeasurable thoughts, hearing him say it out loud still sent a chill through his heart.

Just then, footsteps echoed towards them, followed by a head being thrown over, rolling to Zhao Mengtai’s feet.

It was Mo Yan’s head.

Seeing this, Zhao Mengtai’s heart completely froze.

All the calculations today seemed nothing but a joke.

“Hahahaha!”

Suddenly, Zhao Mengtai burst into wild laughter.

The laughter echoed in the Golden Throne Hall.

Zhao Zhiwu just watched, saying nothing.

…….

Atop Zhong Mountain, the wind was fiercely biting.

The Sword God, holding the Phoenix Sword, exuded an indescribable great oppressive aura from within that made it difficult to breathe.

Under this oppressive force, even skilled fighters like Jia Shiwu and Zuo Biwen felt as if they were carrying mountains on their shoulders, an exceptionally uncomfortable experience.

This was the pressure of the Holy Dao Sword combined with the might of a Four Qi Grandmaster.

An Jing furrowed his brows and thought, “If the Sword God reaches the level of a Five Qi Grandmaster, even facing Jun Qinglin, he likely wouldn’t be at a disadvantage.”

The next moment, the Sword God raised his Phoenix Sword.

Whizz whizz whizz whizz!

Countless beams of sword light burst forth from the blade, each beam carrying an extremely domineering and powerful force.

Then, these beams of sword light crazily rushed towards An Jing; if hit, he would undoubtedly be riddled with holes.

An Jing swept his sword horizontally, a sword glow like the full moon meeting those countless beams of sword light.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

At the moment of impact, sharp explosions sounded, each collision rippling with True Qi, causing many onlookers’ hearts to tremble.

The Sword God put his fingers together, and suddenly the myriad beams of sword light merged into one even more formidable beam of sword light.

Shi!

The fierce sword light pierced through, striking directly on the Evil Suppressing Sword.

Clang!

The collision of the two caused True Qi to reverberate.

An Jing’s arm vibrated, a powerful force continuously transmitted from the sword body, then channeled into his viscera, but An Jing’s physique was also extremely robust and directly withstood the aftershock.

The Sword God leaped forward, then ferociously chopped down with a mountain-like heavy sword.

The True Qi within An Jing’s body surged like rivers within his meridians, eventually flooding into the Evil Suppressing Sword.

Thump thump thump!

The two figures constantly intersected, their sword lights clashing, generating terror-inducing shockwaves and destructive ripples, spreading out.

All the experts kept retreating, already at the periphery, and as they watched the two entwined figures fighting fiercely, their faces showed signs of astonishment.

Now everyone understood just how strong the fully-engaged Sword God was.

And at that moment, An Jing also concentrated his gaze on the distant Sword God, feeling an oppressive force that indirectly showed that the Sword God was the most powerful opponent he had faced so far.

Previously, Qi Xuan Daoist Master’s main opponent was not An Jing but Jun Qinglin, so that oppressive sensation wasn’t extensive.

Now he was bearing all the pressure from the Sword God alone.

Behind the Sword God, waves several meters high surged; his eyes suddenly sharpened and, holding his Phoenix Sword, a golden radiance was released, illuminating him like a god of this mortal world.

As the Sword God lunged forward with his sword, a splendid burst of golden light surged forth, domineering and unparalleled.

An Jing used all of his techniques, Brahma Heart Sees Me, his energy reaching its peak, and the Evil Suppressing Sword also being pushed to its limit.

The sound of the sword’s hum resonated throughout the earth.

The surrounding True Qi violently stirred up, its terrifying momentum intimidating for miles around.

An Jing stretched out his palm, and the Evil Suppressing Sword spewed forth a slash of sword light that ripped through the sky.

Boom! Boom!

Zhong Mountain trembled! It shook violently.

Boom!

It was as if heaven and earth themselves had vibrated, the terrifying impact dispersing the surrounding True Qi.

The Sword God extended his hands, and the surrounding True Qi, as if attracted by some mysterious force, surged crazily toward the Sword God.

An Jing, observing the Sword God’s initial move, suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

The Sword God slashed his sword towards An Jing in front, immediately raising a tidal wave of Sword Qi as if a trained sword light came crashing down with an overwhelming might.

The sword light, carrying a golden radiance, trembled with awe-inspiring power.

Common grandmasters upon seeing this fist force attack, daunted by the deterrence, felt utterly no desire to resist.

An Jing’s hand held the Evil Suppressing Sword, which flowed with a dazzling light. In an instant, the sword in his hand seemed to transform into a towering giant sword.

Unity Sword Technique! Sword Control Flying Immortal!

An Jing slashed down with his sword, the momentum like a roaring sea of Qi seemed to transform into a blazing inferno that surged forth with a rumble.

Under the watchful eyes of all the experts present, the giant sword collided fiercely with the golden sword light, immediately creating a fierce confrontation.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The surrounding True Qi started boiling, seemingly about to melt the golden sword light as well.

The onlookers, holding their breath and not daring to even breathe, stared without blinking, fearful they might miss something.

The Sword God, seeing the standoff before him, fiercely channeled True Qi into the Phoenix Sword with his left hand.

The golden sword light, powered by the True Qi, instantly intensified its brilliance, directly scattering the giant sword in front, and after the golden sword light dissipated, the remaining force harshly rushed towards An Jing.

Boom! Boom!

An Jing was continuously bombarded by the remaining force, stepping back repeatedly.

“Try taking another one of my moves!”

Heavy Tower Sword Technique! The Sixteenth Tower!

The Sword God’s Phoenix Sword burst forth with extreme brilliance, a destructive power spreading far and wide.

An Jing again slapped the Evil Suppressing Sword, which instantly materialized six domineering and lonely giant swords descending from the sky towards the ground.

Evil Suppressing Sword Formation!

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The six giant swords, methodically and from six different directions, fell, each containing Sword Control Technique, Hundred-step Flying Sword, and many other mysterious sword techniques.

Simultaneously, behind An Jing, a profoundly mysterious expanse of the night sky seemed to appear.

Immortal Sword!

The Immortal Dao is vast and immeasurable, and unpredictable.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The six sword lights met the Sword God’s sword light, their ultra-sharp aura directly piercing through the Sword God’s sword light, and aiming at the opponent’s throat.

In the distance, Zhao Chongyin and others couldn’t help but change their expressions; this scene was beyond their expectations, An Jing’s sword formation actually tore through the Sword God’s sword light?!

Whoosh!

In their astonished silence, the sharp golden radiance pierced through the air at a terrifying speed.

Clang!

However, just as the sword radiance was about to reach the Sword God’s throat, the Phoenix Sword blocked in front of the Sword God.

The Sword God, expressionless, watched as the sharp sword radiance shattered.

Hiss!

The many experts watching this scene inhaled sharply, their eyes filled with solemnity when they looked at An Jing.

Their previous exchanges had been with full force, their attacks ferociously unmatched, enough to make all the experts feel a lethal threat.

Yet, no one had anticipated that, facing the Sword God’s domineering attack, An Jing’s counterattack would also be incredibly fierce, and it had nearly slain the Sword God outright.

The spectators sighed; today’s battle between dragons and tigers was becoming increasingly intense.

While the spectators were exclaiming, the Sword God’s expression became ice-cold, a golden halo with an ancient aura slowly manifested behind him.

And when the crowd saw those mysterious and ancient rings appear, they all sharply inhaled a breath of cold air.

Because they knew, the appearance of those rings added a deeper sense of oppression.

This ring is precisely the Holy Dao.

The Sword God’s eyes were cold and indifferent, a golden ring slowly appeared, emitting an ancient and mysterious fluctuation.

At this moment, the Sword God, backed by the golden ring, seemed like a true Sword God, majestic and inviolable.

An indescribable sense of oppression spread out.

Jia Shiwu, Zuo Biwen, and others from afar looked at this scene, their faces completely changing with dense fear in their eyes.

“Is this the Sword God’s Holy Dao Sword!?” the Sword Demon saw this, an indescribable dread on his aged face.

If he had really fought with this Sword God initially, he might indeed have been defeated by this Holy Dao Sword.

When the Sword God’s Holy Dao Sword was fully unleashed for a moment, even the stars behind An Jing had to give way slightly.

But upon closer inspection, Immortal Dao still held a slight advantage over Holy Dao.

Although An Jing’s skills didn’t fall short, and even held a slight advantage, his Dao was completely overwhelmed.

The gap between them was difficult to bridge.

Under many wary gazes, the Sword God’s majestic eyes turned towards An Jing.

“Holy Dao Sword! Main Punisher!”

Heavy Tower Sword Technique! The Seventeenth Floor!

The Sword God’s voice was like millennia-old profound ice, the bone-chilling color making one’s heart tremble; he swung his Phoenix Sword forward, coldly pressing toward the front.

The Sword Light directly crushed forth, appearing in front of An Jing, then with a destructive force, it seemed to grind everything ahead into powder.

The vast Sword Light, carrying an extremely shocking force.

An Jing controlled the six Sword Radiance of the Evil Suppressing Sword to meet it.

Around An Jing, a frightening Sword Radiance mingled with continuously flashing light.

Bang bang bang bang!

The collision of Sword Light immediately unleashed a True Qi tide from its center.

But this time, An Jing’s sword array did not pierce through the golden Sword Light; instead, it was fiercely shattered by the golden Sword Light, which did not slow down because of the Sword Radiance and continued to roll toward An Jing.

A flash of cold light in An Jing’s eyes, a Sword Finger met the rushing Qi Force.

Dong! Dong!

Like the sound of a morning bell echoing, at the moment of the collision between the finger light and the Sword Light, An Jing’s body crashed heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Bang!

The ground was smashed into a huge crater, and subsequently, clouds of dust drifted out from it.

Whoo!

Seeing An Jing hit the ground, a buzz immediately ensued.

“Has the Sword God defeated the Ghost Swordsman?”

“Is the title of the world’s first swordsman going to fall into the hands of the Sword God now?”

…..

All the experts present were startled by the Sword God’s strength.

Seeing this, Zhao Chongyin breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Everything today, it seems, didn’t hold any surprises, the Ghost Swordsman not only would be defeated today but would also die. Afterwards, the Demon Sect’s hatred wouldn’t be directed at him, but rather at the Yu Heng Sword Sect.

Zuo Biwen shook his head and sighed, “The Sword God is bound to be recorded in history today.”

The swordsman battle today is indeed rare in this era; such has not been seen in three hundred years past, and likely will not be seen in three hundred years to come.

Jia Shiwu also somberly said, “It looks like the winner has already been decided.”

Everyone believed the Ghost Swordsman had already been defeated.

After all, his sword array had been broken, all his trump cards had been played, and what other means could he have to contest the Sword God?

However, as An Jing’s body heavily hit the ground, his internal organs all pained, and in this moment of intense pain, his nerves were stimulated, making him incredibly calm, and his mind at that instant connected all the insights from this encounter.

“The principles of cultivating heart and nature, exploring the ways of spirit and transformation, the mechanism of heavenly human interaction, the moment of overlooking life and death, nothing escapes the books.”

Whether it was Volcanic Essence, the past winds, or the vast snow, a blade of grass, a piece of wood…..everything in the world was suddenly connected in a new way.

Boom! Boom!

Lightning and thunder roared above in the sky, winds howled relentlessly, only to see a fierce wind sweeping over the land, the wind and snow on the ground, dead woods all fervently swaying, as if the wind was about to flip the land over.

At the same time, a momentum suddenly surged, like a mountain covering the land.

“What is this!?”

The Sword God Liu Moyuan was astounded by what he saw.

It wasn’t just Liu Moyuan, everyone’s face was filled with horror, their eyes wide open staring ahead.

“Heavenly Human Communication!”

Even Old Su was so shocked he couldn’t close his mouth.

Zhao Chongyin’s face drastically changed, he had personally witnessed Li Fuzhou performing Heavenly Human Communication before, so he knew all too well the terrifying power of it.

Since ancient times, masters have been loyal to the Dao and proficient in it, devoting their entire lives to cultivating one Dao; how could they cultivate two Dao simultaneously?

At this moment, An Jing stood on the ground, fierce winds blowing, his clothes fluttering in the wind, lightning flashing overhead, and the heaven and earth merging; there he stood amidst it all, having achieved a subtle connection.

Although it was just a subtle connection, it had greatly enhanced his strength.

Boom!

A muffled thunder echoed, illuminating the heaven and earth, and also lighting up An Jing’s face.

Whish, whish, whish, whish!

An Jing slapped his hand on the Evil Suppressing Sword, then six rays of sword light began to operate again.

“Today I ascend to the Heavenly Human Communication, please Sword God, test my sword!”

After speaking, An Jing’s True Qi surged forth, and six enormous rays of sword light stood tall once more; this moment the Immortal Sword, empowered by the world’s forces, fell with an unstoppable tremendous force.

The oppressive force of the Holy Dao Sword was like a mountain approaching, but the oppressive force of the Immortal Sword was like the entire starry sky.

Unstoppable!

It could not be stopped!

That immense oppressive force fell, and it seemed as if the air itself had solidified.

The crowd felt as if a sky-shattering change had occurred before their eyes, as if the whole world was in awe.

Everyone was momentarily dazed, losing their own will as if numb, raising their heads.

“Today, I’ll fulfill your wish,”

The Sword God clenched his teeth, and his Essence Blood began to burn inside him; around him, the raging True Qi violently surged towards him, subsequently tinted by a certain momentum into a gold-flecked color.

Heavy Tower Sword Technique! The eighteenth tier!

Boom!

A sword strike cleaved through, turning the field ahead into a vast torrential sea, the gold-flecked waves rolling tumultuously, surging towards An Jing, shattering the ground wherever they passed.

Even Grandmaster experts felt a chill in their hearts and tingles up their scalp upon seeing this scene.

The terrifying True Qi violently swirled around, subsequently boiling up.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

From the center of the battle, explosions of apocalyptic magnitude erupted.

The plain sound, like muffled thunder, exploded in everyone’s hearts.

Such a shocking scene was unprecedented even to the Grandmaster experts present, all of them showing looks of astonishment.

The horrifying explosions continued to spread, scattering the Sword God’s Sword Radiance as well.

The Sword God and An Jing were both engulfed in the tidal wave of sword qi.

Everyone watched, their hearts nearly leaping out of their throats; they didn’t know how much time had passed before the dust gradually settled, and a figure slowly emerged.

Who is it!?

Who is the one still standing!?

Everyone was curious.

Who had won this great battle?

Who was the supreme swordsman in the world?

Zhao Chongyin, Old Su, Jia Shiwu, Zuo Biwen, everyone was holding their breath, their eyes unblinking, afraid of missing something.

Sigh…

As the wind blew the dust away, everyone’s eyes widened to see a scene they would never forget in their lifetime.

An Jing stood in the middle of the altar, his body erect like a sharp sword plunged atop Zhong Mountain, his calm eyes looking at the Sword God who lay on the ground before him.

The world, at that moment, fell utterly silent.

…….