First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 1165 - Sovereign of This World
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Chapter 1165 - Sovereign of This World

Crunch!

Densely packed sword qi burst forth, and Zhai Jiuxiao’s saber split into pieces.

The sword qi then sent him flying back.

Before he could stabilize himself, someone helped support him.

“Many thanks,” said Zhai Jiuxiao, feeling moved.

In this moment of crisis, someone had come to his aid. That was far too rare and precious.

“You’re welcome,” said a voice tinged with laughter.

Zhao Jiuxiao stiffened, then whipped his head around. Indeed, the one supporting him was none other than Su Yi. There was a hint of a smile in the depths of his gaze.

This is bad!

Zhai Jiuxiao was so startled that his soul practically left his body. He suddenly struggled with all his might, using his right hand as a knife and slashing at Su Yi.

But his arm was still mid-swing when he was ruthlessly sent flying backward.

“Take care,” said Su Yi with a wave.

Bang!

Countless streaks of sword qi surged forth, leaving Zhai Jiuxiao’s body riddled with holes. He then exploded with a bang, his soul dissipating.

For some inexplicable reason, in the last moments before his death, he recalled something their leader, the Fisherman, had once said.

“You must bear this in mind. If the Temple Master starts playing with you like a cat toying with a mouse, you can no longer escape death. If possible, at least try to die with dignity.”

Alas, by the time Zhai Jiuxiao understood, he was already dead, and his Dao had been destroyed.

He Mingliu’s shriek rang out not far away. Zhai Jiuxiao’s death had obviously stricken the fair-skinned beauty, whose face paled as she fought like mad to break free.

“Don’t be afraid. Didn’t you just call me a ‘little guy?’ What’re you panicking about? It’s just death.” So Yi approached as if out for a stroll through his own backyard.

As he moved, countless streaks of sword qi layered and swept out like the tide, enveloping He Mingliu.

“Don’t come any closer—!” He Mingliu cried out in terror.

She was a Oneness Realm World King of the Primordial Unity Daoist Sect, and she occupied a lofty position. To the countless cultivators of the Thousand Opportunities Star Realm, she was like a supreme goddess.

But now, she was scared to the point of completely losing her composure.

“Okay, I won’t come any closer. I’ll just send your death right to you.” Su Yi stopped in his tracks and waved.

Boom!

The sword qi filling the sky descended, enveloping He Mingliu completely. Its radiance was dazzling. All the onlookers could see was her body reduced to a bloody mist. Before long, she’d disappeared completely.

This scene left Ming Yong and Yang Qi on the verge of breaking down.

They were keenly aware of how terrifying an existence the Temple Master was. Even so, they would never have guessed that a remnant of his power could be this terrifyingly strong.

“Death, that’s all. What need is there to torment and humiliate us first?” Yang Qi’s face contorted hideously as he charged at Su Yi with everything he had.

“Oh? Then go ahead and die,” said Su Yi. He stretched out and flicked his fingers.

Bang!

Countless streaks of sword qi pierced Yang Qi’s charging figure, reducing him to scattered chunks of flesh in midair.

“Do you have anything you want to say?” Su Yi looked at Ming Yong.

He was a Cosmic Enlightenment Realm cultivator, an extraordinary expert.

But he was already severely injured; his entire body was covered in wounds.

It seemed he’d realized that he was unlikely to escape disaster. He suddenly broke into a strange smile and said emphatically, “Temple Master, you’ll pay for this!”

Then, he gave up the fight. His entire body was instantly enveloped in endless sword qi, eradicated into nothingness.

“I’ll pay for this? Who is this 'I' you're talking about? My future self and my past life are no longer the same... How could retribution possibly reach me?” Su Yi laughed, but there was a hint of melancholy in his gaze.

He waved his sleeves.

The sword qi filling that stretch of stars instantly dissipated.

Everything on all sides was completely destroyed. Only he remained, all alone, with the boundless void of the starry skies as his backdrop.

“Old Tailor, I know you’re watching from the shadows. How ‘bout it? Want to seize the moment to play with me while I still have the strength to fight?” Su Yi turned around and gazed into the distance, his eyes like twin abysses shining with faint, inscrutable luster. It seemed as if he were capable of peering through the boundless void and seeing beyond the endless darkness.

Some time passed before an unhurried, aged voice rang out. “I said it last time. You’ve reincarnated, which means the Temple Master no longer exists in this world. Why should I do anything extraneous?

“That Su Yi person might well inherit your memories and your mantle, but if he does, he’ll take on your karmic ties, too.

“I might not be able to defeat you, Temple Master. But a small fry who’s yet to become a World King? I have to admit I’m somewhat confident.”

That slow, aged voice didn’t so much as ripple with emotion. It emanated from the distant void, ethereal and indistinct, with an unfathomable quality.

Su Yi smiled. “That makes this interesting. With a whetstone like you wandering the stars, I won’t be too lonely.”

“A whetstone?” murmured the Tailor, seemingly offended. His voice was suddenly darker and colder. “Did you know? I hate that arrogant disregard of yours more than anything.”

Su Yi couldn’t help but laugh, free and unrestrained. “I’ll just ask you this. Are you sure you don’t want to fight me now?”

The Tailor fell silent.

Su Yi shook his head. “Boring. You went to such lengths and drew upon so many methods, only to miss the mark and return in defeat. Don’t you find that shameful?

“Besides, this operation ended in such heavy losses. The Painter, the Fisherman, and the others are sure to be displeased with you. It’ll be difficult to convince them to work with you again.”

When the Tailor finally spoke, his voice didn’t so much as waver. “Don’t even try to rile me up. Even if the power of your Dao imprint has already started to ebb, I won’t take action personally.”

“You’ve always been this disappointing, you old codger. Fine, I’m leaving.” Su Yi sighed, put his hands behind his back, then turned to leave.

“Wait.” The Tailor suddenly spoke up. “Before we part ways, there’s something I’d like to show you.”

Su Yi didn’t so much as turn to look at him. “What is it?”

“A secret art that can determine whether you’re really the Temple Master or not.”

Before the Tailor’s voice had even finished echoing through the air, the entire stretch of stars contorted violently. Immediately afterward, sharp light flashed into being.

Upon closer inspection, it was an arc of black light formed out of countless wriggling glyphs.

It was unstoppably sharp, as it boring through the fetters of space and time. In the blink of an eye, it was directly behind Su Yi and about to run him through.

Su Yi’s eyes flashed with cold light.

But just as he was about to intervene, his eyebrows rose, and he paused mid-motion.

Practically simultaneously, the light of a spear’s edge flashed into being, piercing that arc of dark light.

Bang!!!

The spearpoint was like an axe through bamboo. It shattered the black light with ease.

It tore a perfectly straight rift through the void. Destructive power swept outward on both sides of the rift, violently shaking the surrounding space.

Su Yi looked over and saw a slender, valiant figure in gray robes and straw sandals. A red string tied her long hair into a ponytail, and a bronze mask obscured her face, revealing only her glowing, pale purple eyes.

She carried a twelve-foot spear, and as she stepped through the void, she had an incomparably prideful bearing.

It was none other than the spearwoman!

“Why are you here?” Su Yi was stunned.

“Why shouldn’t I be here?” she fired right back, as domineering as ever.

Su Yi laughed. “Don’t expect any gratitude.”

“Who wants your gratitude?” The spearwoman snorted coldly. “Remember this: you’re not allowed to die until I’ve defeated you!”

As tyrannical as could be.

But it was clear that she still couldn’t let go of her inability to beat Su Yi while fighting with evenly matched cultivation bases.

Su Yi couldn’t help but rub his nose, but just as he was about to say something, the Tailor’s voice emanated from afar. “You again!”

Earlier, the Tailor’s voice hadn’t so much as rippled with emotion, but now, he sounded a bit enraged.

There was no doubt about it. She’d just foiled his attack, and the Tailor was furious about it!

Against all expectations, the spearwoman was even more domineering than before. She said coldly, “I let you get away last time, you old scoundrel, but let’s see where you can hide this time!”

Boom!

She took a step forward and disappeared into thin air.

“She really is a strange woman,” Su Yi said, seeming lost in thought.

A moment later, he shook his head and shot back toward the Wilds. All the while, the Temple Master’s remnant power gradually left his body....

......

In stark contrast with the upheaval and chaos of the stars, the sea was tranquil.

The blue waters reflected the light of the heavens, but the onlookers all looked up, watching with bated breath.

Although they couldn’t see any of the battle overhead, all of them were waiting to see whether or not the Swordmaster of Abstruse Force returned alive. Only then would they know the victor of this unprecedented battle!

Ancestor Peng, the Heavensdeath Demon Empress, and the other old-timers were waiting too. They could see the battle, albeit indistinctly. However, when the Tailor attacked, he threw the entire stretch of stars into disarray, and they couldn’t see anything any longer.

“He’s back!” Buddhist Master Inkstone Heart suddenly called out.

A solitary, upright figure suddenly entered the crowd’s field of view. He was headed right toward them.

The dazzling light of the heavens illuminated his swaying blue robes, making them glow with ethereal light. He walked with his hands behind his back, like an immortal descending from beyond the heavens.

When they saw this, his friends' and allies’ hearts finally unclenched. They felt like drowning men who’d finally reached the shore.

Only then did they realize that their clothes were completely drenched in cold sweat.

When Ming Yong and the other four appeared, it was just too terrifying, to the point of near despair.

Now that the curtains had fallen on this battle, Ancestor Peng and the others discovered that it was Su Yi who’d survived in the end!

An indescribable astonishment and excitement coursed through their hearts, to the point that they lost their composure. Some of them were so happy that they almost wept.

It was just too moving!

Between the start of the battle and when the curtains fell, one variable had arisen after another. Despite their vast breadth of knowledge and experience, there was no avoiding intense emotional fluctuations!

“Sword in hand, he stands above the Wilds, sovereign throughout the ages!” The old glutton couldn’t help but sigh.

The distant onlookers were rooted to the spot, visibly dazed, as if witnessing the descent of a god.

He won!

There was no need for words. Everyone knew that this battle grand enough to determine the fate of the Wilds’ cultivation world had ended. Su Yi’s return was the only answer they needed!

Beneath the dome of heaven.

Su Yi stood in the air, scanning the familiar faces in the crowd. As he recalled everything that had happened in today’s battle, he couldn’t help but feel heroic and proud.

He took out a jug of wine, threw back his head, and drank.

This was a joyous occasion, and he ought to celebrate with a drink!

This 𝓬ontent is taken from f(r)eeweb(n)ovel.𝒄𝒐𝙢

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