Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor-Chapter 540 - 537: Moonlight Slash!

Zhao Yuqing stood alone on the mountaintop, with a vast expanse of white snow under her feet and a hazy sea of clouds in the distance.

Is yearning far or near?

Not far!

Yearning lies in the heart, how can it be distant?

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Yuqing’s mouth as she gazed towards the horizon.

Suddenly!

A gust of cold wind brushed her face!

Zhao Yuqing’s elegant brows furrowed slightly as she glanced sideways and saw a man in a black samurai outfit. Unbeknownst to her, he had already appeared behind her.

"This lady, my young master would like to invite you for a drink, may we have the honor of your company?"

Zhao Yuqing’s response was still concise and to the point.

"Not interested!"

Nozawa Saburo became somewhat annoyed and said coldly, "Since the lady is unwilling to grant us the honor, I shall not be polite!"

Before his words touched the ground, he violently drew his katana, attempting to coerce Zhao Yuqing to follow him.

Nevertheless, Zhao Yuqing still did not deign to look at him directly, merely gazing quietly into the distance.

Nozawa Saburo seemed to have also realized that the girl in front of him, who appeared as divine as a celestial being, was certainly not a weak and ordinary girl to be trifled with.

However, the fearless spirit of Bushido still drove him forward.

Ten paces away from Zhao Yuqing, Nozawa Saburo spoke again, "Beautiful lady, I ask you one last time, will you come with me willingly, or shall I have to take you?"

Zhao Yuqing glanced at him sideways, her eyes cold as she gave him a cursory look.

"Noisy, get lost!"

Before her words had even finished, she drew her sword in reflex, striking with the move Rainbow Piercing the Sun, slashing diagonally.

Nozawa Saburo, realizing the gravity of the situation, instinctively moved his sword to block.

Being an Upper-level Ninja, with strength roughly equivalent to Inner Strength Peak, he simply couldn’t withstand Zhao Yuqing’s sword.

Only the crisp sound of a "snap" was heard as Nozawa Saburo’s katana was split in half. Even the arm holding the sword was neatly severed.

This was because Zhao Yuqing was kind at heart, unwilling to kill and had intentionally held back.

Otherwise, that single strike could have decapitated him.

Nozawa Saburo, looking at his broken katana and severed arm, trembled all over, his face filled with panic and terror.

"Scram!"

Zhao Yuqing said coldly once again.

Nozawa Saburo, feeling as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden, clutched his severed arm and tumbled down the mountain in disgrace.

Having her mood spoiled by a petty thug, Zhao Yuqing gazed around for a while longer, then prepared to descend the mountain.

Suddenly!

A cold wind abruptly rose!

The sea of clouds formed an inverted vortex, looking very sinister.

Zhao Yuqing sensed an unprecedented danger, her expression turned instantly solemn, and her single hand also tightly pressed on the hilt of her sword.

"Whoever is skulking in the shadows, show yourself!"

"Hehe, not bad, so young and already in the Transformation Realm, and you possess a Pure Yin Body, heaven is truly helping me. As that saying goes in your Huaxia, ’no effort is needed to achieve it after searching with no avail’."

Accompanying the ghastly voice, a gaunt figure with a hunched back slowly entered Zhao Yuqing’s line of sight.

Zhao Yuqing’s brow tightly knit as she sternly called out, "Who are you?"

"I am Miyamoto Musashi, the former Sect Leader of the Iga Sword Sect, they all call me Sword Saint!"

The elder’s murky eyes suddenly shot out a proud and sharp glint.

"Little girl, your arrival here is also a stroke of fate with this old man. How about this, I am prepared to offer you a great fortune, are you willing?"

Zhao Yuqing watched Miyamoto Musashi warily and asked in a firm voice, "What great fortune?"

Miyamoto Musashi looked towards the mouth of Mount Fuji, stretched out three fingers, and said with a slight tremor, "In three days, Divine Thunder will descend from the sky, and Earth Fire will erupt from the ground. This old man requires a Pure Yin woman well-versed in swordsmanship to cultivate with me, attracting Heavenly Thunder and Earth Fire, and break through the shackles. I have been searching relentlessly for twenty years, to no avail. Fortunately, heaven has taken pity on me and sent you to me!"

After uttering the last sentence, he couldn’t contain his inner triumph and burst into a hearty laugh looking up at the sky.

Zhao Yuqing, terrified, quivered and retorted loud and clear, "In your dreams!"

Before her words faded, the sword in her hand transformed into a dazzling rainbow, slashing towards Miyamoto Musashi.

Miyamoto Musashi didn’t move an inch, nor did he dodge; he just smiled and watched Zhao Yuqing.

"Boom!"

Her sword strike hit Miyamoto Musashi’s Protective Gang Qi, like throwing a pebble into the vast sea, only causing a slight ripple.

Miyamoto Musashi looked at the faint mark left by the sword on his Protective Gang Qi, and squinting his eyes, he praised her.

"Your mastery of swordsmanship is not bad. Who is your master, to have taught such an amazingly brilliant disciple!"

Hearing Miyamoto Musashi’s words, Zhao Yuqing immediately thought of Li Chen.

Everything she had learned was taught by Li Chen. To say that Li Chen was her master was indeed fitting.

"You’re not worthy to know my master’s name!"

Having spoken those proud words, Zhao Yuqing raised her sword with both hands.

"Clang!"

Sword shadows howled, like a dragon’s chant. Reflecting off the pristine snow, they resembled a multicolored dazzling rainbow, shining brightly. In an instant, they eclipsed the sun on the horizon.

Immediately after, a round and clear moon slowly rose up, casting a cold afterglow. Like a spring, it dripped onto the edge of her sword, fusing into one.

"Moonlight Slash!"

This strike, like a comet striking the moon, Bai Hong piercing through the sun, a soaring hawk striking the palace roof. It instantaneously stole the brightness from the entire world, as if a rapid moon descended, gently sprinkled down into the Human World.

Even Miyamoto Musashi, the Japan Sword Saint, couldn’t help but change his complexion in this instant.

"Such powerful Sword Intent, pity that you are merely at the Transformation Realm. If you had also reached the God Realm like me, I would indeed not be your match!"

Miyamoto Musashi pulled out a black iron sword and struck a wide and heavy blow.

The fierce Sword Shadow roared like a Black Dragon, directly confronting the radiant moonlight in a violent collision.

"Boom!"

The fierce True Yuan exploded like missiles, ringing out and rippling quickly around. Sand flew, stones rolled, and grass and snow crumbled, leaving devastation in their wake.

Zhao Yuqing, only at the Transformation Realm, faced an insurmountable chasm against Miyamoto Musashi, who had already proven his God Realm status.

"Ptui!"

She felt a sudden intense pain in her chest; a warmth rose to her throat, blood spurting out and dyeing Mount Fuji’s snowy landscape a glaring red.

...

The commotion at the peak of Mount Fuji shocked everyone within dozens of miles.

Among the onlookers were two female figures.

One was a young woman around twenty, the other, slightly older, still exuded charm.

"Such a strong Sword Intent, not inferior to our Senior Sister Qingqing at all!"

The older woman’s eyes lit up with surprise.

"To think that there exists such a maiden with a Spirit Root in this ordinary Human World, it seems that our Moon God Palace has found a treasure this time!"

"Shui Yue, let’s go and see!"

Having said that, she didn’t wait for the young girl named Shui Yue to respond before quickly grabbing her hand. Shrinking the ground beneath their feet, they moved towards the mountaintop like specters...

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