This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 1625 - 5: Only Look to the Present

Lin Xiu gripped the spear shaft tightly, causing it to creak, the spear tip spinning a flourish, and in the instant the words fell, it was already smashing toward Qiangqi Demon Venerable’s face!

Clang!

The Asura Blade flicked the spear tip upward, trying to make Lin Xiu’s move in vain.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the spear tip mystically circled around the blade and jabbed into his arm.

One was a top-tier Demon Venerable, the other an Honorable Realm Cultivator; their speeds were so fast that even afterimages became blurred.

In the span of a breath, the spear tip and Asura Blade could clash hundreds of times.

The spear and Asura Blade collided once more, then rebounded apart.

"Second breath," Lin Xiu’s calm voice timely resonated in Qiangqi Demon Venerable’s ears.

He exploited the advantage of the long weapon to the fullest, the spear first thrusting toward Qiangqi Demon Venerable’s right eye, then twisting the shaft, twirling the spear into a cyclone.

It was a true whirlwind.

A cyclone formed of violent wind arose timely, sharp as a blade, attached to the spear tip.

The attack already transformed into a lethal move. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Even though Qiangqi Demon Venerable’s strength was far less than Lin Xiu’s, he was at the same cultivation level as Lin Xiu, with the insight to see the danger.

In a moment of soul shock, he reacted quickly, launching a frantic counterattack, desperately evading, confronting.

At that moment, Qiangqi Demon Venerable’s skin, as black as armor, gradually emanated a deep purple hue.

The Divine Demon Body was fully displayed.

The space around his body faintly showed signs of collapsing.

This was caused by the pressure of Qiangqi Demon Venerable’s physique on space, capable of shattering all things.

This was enough to prove how powerful the top-tier Demon Venerable level Demonic Race performing the Divine Demon Body was.

However, Lin Xiu was not to be underestimated either.

He was the guardian cultivator of the Central Martial Domain and the Taoist Sect leader.

Lin Xiu harnessed his mana to the fullest, his entire cultivation driven to the extreme at this moment.

The violent wind surged, the spearhead’s light radiated, sweeping across the world, with infinite fighting intent engulfing heaven and earth, crushing down upon Qiangqi Demon Venerable.

Omnipresent, unavoidable, impossible to escape.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

In this process, the surrounding Demonic Cultivators’ physical bodies consecutively shattered.

Even though their Divine Demon Bodies were strong, even though they only grazed the aftermath, they had no room for resistance, exploding into a blood mist, their minds obliterated.

They were simply not opponents on the same level.

An instant wipeout.

Now, within the area reached by the spear, besides Qiangqi Demon Venerable, no other beings existed; the surrounding Demonic Cultivators had turned to dust.

Qiangqi Demon Venerable’s mind was shaken.

Clearly, they were of the same cultivation realm, yet the gap was so despairingly vast.

Buzz!

Under the protection of the Divine Demon Body, Qiangqi Demon Venerable made every effort to block, lifting the Asura Blade high, drawing a blood light like a streak across the sky to shield against that mighty spear.

But it was all futile; Lin Xiu’s strike was extremely tyrannical, instantly shattering that blood light streak into blood mist, even shattering the wrist bones of Qiangqi Demon Venerable holding the blade.

But it was not even over yet.

Qiangqi Demon Venerable’s hair stood on end, muscles tensed, feeling as if he fell into an ice cellar.

"Heavenly Dragon!" he roared in fury, fully activating the innate ability of his Asura Bloodline.

In the heaven and earth, behind Qiangqi Demon Venerable’s already burly body, an enormously colossal silhouette appeared, forming.

It was the Vital Essence of a Heavenly Dragon, manifesting.

What is ultimate strength?

Qiangqi Demon Venerable’s current cultivation level could entirely bestow himself with the power of a Heavenly Dragon.

This is ultimate strength.

But.... he was still a step too slow.

Squelch!

Like a dragon raising its head.

Lin Xiu’s true forbidden finishing move appeared, executing a certain kill.

The gleaming spear shimmered like flowing autumn water, the spear shadows seemed as if a silver vase shattered, the violent wind was like a whirling dragon, the moves brilliant as a ram’s horn, perfectly flawless.

No one saw clearly, nor did anyone understand, as the spear naturally pierced straight through Qiangqi Demon Venerable.

Qiangqi Demon Venerable’s gradually purpling Divine Demon Body seemed like a thin layer of paper, utterly vulnerable.

"Third breath!"

Lin Xiu withdrew the spear, bringing a gush of blood from Qiangqi Demon Venerable, his face expressionless.

At this moment, the spear was enveloped in a grand green aura, like celebrating, like chanting, like rejoicing.

The spear, named.....

Parting Joy.

Rejoicing at the sight of blood.

"Ah... don’t let him escape!" Qiangqi Demon Venerable screamed in agony, his eyes wide open, giving his last command before falling on the spot.

Lin Xiu lifted the spear filled with azure energy, looked at the hesitant demonic cultivators surrounding him, and calmly smiled, "With this kind of encirclement, you’re not going to stop me."

At least one top expert would need to lead the charge to hold him down and pull him into the center of the army formation; only then would it be called an encirclement.

But from the moment he struck until the battle ended, the entire duration didn’t exceed twenty breaths. The position of Qiangqi Demon Venerable was not at the center of the army formation but at the forefront of the Demon Race’s million-strong army.

In such circumstances, they were far from forming a situation of encirclement.

Lin Xiu surveyed the boundless, wave-like Demon Army around him, grasped the spear firmly with both hands, and thrust it downward, as if treating the void as the earth, driving the spearhead into the ground.

A powerful ripple emanated from the spearhead’s point of impact, then hundreds of tornadoes rose from thin air, completely engulfing Lin Xiu’s form before sweeping outward.

In the overwhelming tornadoes, Lin Xiu’s indifferent voice came through, "Today, I, Lin Xiu, will first kill one of your commanders and thirty thousand demonic cultivators to accompany them in death!"

Lin Xiu didn’t say who they were, but everyone knew exactly who they were.

The tornadoes roared, winds came from all directions, and one after another demonic cultivator was knocked down, falling helplessly from the sky, never to make another sound.

Swish, swish.

The sound was like pages of a book being flipped by a spring breeze.

It is recorded in history that in the twenty-seventh year of Tianyuan, in spring, the Asura Clan massacred thirty-one cities at Guangling Pass, taking the lives of over a hundred thousand cultivators. Later, Lin Xiu single-handedly killed Qiangqi Demon Venerable, a Division General of the Asura Clan, and over thirty thousand demonic cultivators in return.

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Snow continued to fall relentlessly, while the north wind, sharp as a blade, blew the snowflakes into a dance, painfully scraping against faces.

Everywhere was adorned in a silver and white blanket, nothing but pure white.

In such weather and heavy snow, not to mention travelers, even wild beasts were a rare sight.

Once again clad in her blue attire, Xia Daoyun walked on foot through the snow. She did not employ her cultivation, so her steps were uneven, one step deep, one step shallow.

With each step, the snow would reach up to her calves, making crunching sounds.

This was her first month after leaving Chang’an, retracing the path Li Qiubai had once walked.

Although not using cultivation or traveling by sword control, Xia Daoyun had reached the pinnacle of worldly cultivation, so each of her steps seemed ordinary, neither hurried nor slow, yet spanned vast distances, as if shrinking the ground to an inch.

Without deliberately mobilizing element force to protect herself, snow landed on her hair, even slipping down her neck, the cold seeping in.

Fortunately, for a cultivator of her level, she was already impervious to cold and heat.

Along the journey, she encountered a farmhouse.

Living in the home was an elderly woman who stayed behind; her old partner had died of an illness two years ago, leaving her all alone.

She saw the solitary Xia Daoyun walking along the snowy path.

The warm-hearted elder immediately called her over, brought her inside, brewed her a cup of ginger tea to ward off the cold, and offered her accommodation for the night, suggesting she wait until the snow lessened before departing.

When setting out again the next day, the snow had indeed lessened significantly.

Xia Daoyun declined the elder’s invitation to stay and prepared to continue her journey.

Seeing Xia Daoyun determined to leave, the elder considered for a moment, then finally brought out a large bamboo hat and a straw cloak for snow protection, saying it was left by her late husband who used to hunt in the mountains through wind and snow when he was young.

Xia Daoyun did not refuse the elder’s kindness, donned the hat, and wore the cloak.

Eventually, she ascended the highest snow peak in this region on foot.

All around, the tree trunks were bare, encased in icicles.

Xia Daoyun stood before a cliff, facing the cold wind, the straw cloak flapping against her body.

Overlooking from above, her gaze met scenes of desolate emptiness, with no signs of life in sight.

In silence, Xia Daoyun’s gaze slowly shifted to the right.

There was a sheer cliff face.

On the cliff, curiously, there appeared many mottled marks, embedded three-tenths deep. They didn’t seem to be formed by erosion, but rather carved by blade and sword.

Xia Daoyun’s eyes roamed those mottled marks, unknowingly becoming absorbed.

After a long while, she snapped back to reality, her gaze landing on the very top of the cliff.

There, were large characters engraved.

"The mountains dance with silver snakes, the plains gallop with wax elephants, aspiring to challenge the heavens."

Xia Daoyun lightly pressed her lips together, unintentionally revealing a faint smile.

So, even when faced with such desolate sights, was this what Senior Li envisioned at that time....

What undeniable grand ambition.

She thought.

In the silence where only the sound of wind and snow could be heard, Xia Daoyun’s spirit was fully immersed, as if witnessing the scene when that romantic figure of Chang’an years carved characters on the cliff face.

Then, with a clang, the ox-ear blade that once carved on the cliff was drawn, and after thousands of years, it once more set its mark on the cliff.

After standing at the mountain top for a while longer, Xia Daoyun set out once again, descending the opposite side of the snow-capped mountain, heading south.

There, it would no longer be a snow realm, but an expansive grassland.

The clear figure departed, and the mountain peak was once again empty.

But on the cliff face, a new set of sharp, cold characters had emerged.

"Of all the gallant figures, look to the present day."