Chapter 1063: Chapter 692: Beyond Reincarnation
Ever since Shen Wuxiang sat down, he maintained the posture of a confident and composed strongman.
Everything was within his control.
Deep down, Shen Wuxiang didn’t think much of Tang Fei and his little companions. As he said, no matter how much scrap metal there is, it’s just garbage that needs to be thrown into the trash can...
This was the first time his facial expression changed, and intense emotions surged in his heart.
He felt the extraordinariness of this sword.
No, it was extraordinary.
He sensed an irresistible, rule-level evil power invading the origin of his Dao Heart.
It was as if countless tiny ’Sword Gu’ bearing the curse of reincarnation were frantically drilling in, freezing, and corroding his Dao Foundation, his cultivation, the imprints of his past hundred lives of cultivation.
The terror of the imminent separation of his essence, to be cast into the endless passage of reincarnation, instantly gripped the heart of this Great Grandmaster.
He was afraid.
The solid red Gang Qi vortex around Shen Wuxiang, like ice breaking under a thrown stone, silently spread into countless tiny cracks.
The Dao Domain was about to shatter...
Only by breaking his Dao Domain could his essence be truly harmed.
The Dao Domain is the armor of a Great Grandmaster, always giving an indestructible feeling.
Aside from battles between Great Grandmasters, for ordinary people to pierce the armor is as difficult as climbing the sky.
Yes, in the eyes of a Great Grandmaster, everyone else is ordinary... and like ants.
Tang Fei’s sword seized the creation of causal reincarnation...
Great Grandmaster, please remove your armor!
Fear arose in Shen Wuxiang’s heart, and he waved his hand, surprisingly lifting Xuanyuan Mingjing’s frail body in front of him.
Suspending him above his head to face Tang Fei’s earth-shattering sword.
"If you want to kill me, Shen Wuxiang, you must first kill Xuanyuan Mingjing."
This was Shen Wuxiang’s true thought.
If Tang Fei really slashed down, he would bear the infamy of killing his master.
If he changed moves in the heat of battle, a flaw would certainly appear in haste, which would be Shen Wuxiang’s best moment for a counterattack.
No matter what choice Tang Fei made, he would fall into Shen Wuxiang’s calculation.
Seeing this scene, Tang Fei’s effeminate face showed no expression, only those eyes, seemingly reflecting the ancient Star Sky, coldly locked onto below.
The lifted Yin Erosion Sword slashed towards Shen Wuxiang’s head, enveloped in myriad ghostly energies.
This sword was unstoppable.
This sword was invincible.
This sword had a direction... with no return.
Seeing Tang Fei’s determined eyes and feeling the increasingly fierce sword intent, Shen Wuxiang suddenly panicked.
He became somewhat unsure if this sword...
Would really chop down?
Xuanyuan Mingjing’s broken body and ruin were no different from a cripple.
If dead, then dead.
If this sword, while killing Xuanyuan Mingjing, could also finish himself off, then ’waste’ was put to full use...
This sword wouldn’t be in vain.
On the contrary, he gained a great advantage.
Had they already agreed before?
Xuanyuan Mingjing used his own death... to pave Tang Fei’s path to becoming a king?
Shen Wuxiang started doubting Tang Fei’s character, given his consistently ruthless, unscrupulous style...
Killing a teacher didn’t seem like a big deal to him.
Which is heavier, a mentor or the throne?
Furthermore, if he truly cared about Xuanyuan Mingjing’s life and death, he wouldn’t have pushed him out as bait today.
Even selling his own woman, what couldn’t such a guy do?
For heaven’s sake...
Who is the real villain here?
Is there still justice? Is there still law?
Shen Wuxiang didn’t dare to gamble.
Nor was he willing to gamble.
Those in shoes fear the barefooted.
Though Tang Fei now also wore leather shoes, he always posed like he was barefoot...
In a flash of green, Shen Wuxiang’s figure disappeared phantom-like from the scene.
If a Great Grandmaster wants to fight, you might have a slim chance.
If a Great Grandmaster wants to escape, even a fellow Great Grandmaster struggles to intercept.
And Tang Fei’s sword slightly deviated, not truly severing Xuanyuan Mingjing, but aiming at that two-story small building.
Crack!
A fine line appeared in the middle of the house, and powerful airflow tore it apart.
Rumble...
It collapsed to both sides, instantly leveled to the ground.
When Shen Wuxiang’s body reappeared, he was already hovering high in the sky.
In his hand, he held a long sword, entirely crimson, engraved with intricate runes.
This was his life weapon, forged in the path of killing, the Spear of Doom.
True to its name, seeing it would bring misfortune.
Shen Wuxiang looked at Tang Fei with a complex expression and asked in a deep voice, "You didn’t dare to cut it down, did you?"
"You didn’t dare to gamble, did you?" Tang Fei retorted aloud.
"Hehehe..." Shen Wuxiang laughed loudly and said, "Interesting, really interesting. I tell everyone around me, in great matters, keep calm... yet, when the great matter truly came, I lost to a young brat."
"You are just more afraid of death than I am."
"That’s truly an honest statement." Shen Wuxiang sighed softly and said, "My whole life I’ve walked on thin ice, endured too much hardship, and suffered much injustice... The name ’Butcher’ is simply the world’s misunderstanding of me."
"I don’t care, because I know what I want. Bowing and scraping, bearing humiliation, first serving Zhong Daolong for decades as a dog, biting whoever he asked me to bite, killing whoever he wanted me to kill."
"Suffering was worth it to outlast the master, finally having the chance to rise and sing as a freed serf, how could I not cherish it?"
"So, I don’t want to die. I cannot die. I still want to become the Emperor, and have my name Shen Wuxiang fill the historical records."
"The more one fears death, the easier it is to die." A mocking smile appeared on Tang Fei’s lips as he said, "Being afraid means you’ve already lost."
Shen Wuxiang shook his head and said, "I’m not afraid; I was careless. Truth be told, I never really considered you youngsters worthy adversaries."
"You haven’t climbed the peak of the mountain; you haven’t felt the sensation of standing at the summit, overlooking everything else. This, I’m sure Brother Mingjing has deeply experienced before."
Xuanyuan Mingjing lay in Little Fatty’s embrace, his face pale, and crimson blood trickling from the corners of his mouth.
Though the sword strike didn’t land on him, the exposed Sword Qi still injured his body.
He was now so weak that even a slight breeze would seem capable of knocking him over.
"However, I must admit, that sword strike brought me quite the surprise... and shock."
"I begin to understand now why Shen Xinglan was defeated by you. Just by that sword alone, you have the qualifications to stand amongst the world’s top experts."
"Military Minister praises too much, yet it didn’t even touch your skin."
"Boy, you’ve become overly inflated. In this world, how many can break through my Dao Domain?"
"For Shen Boyu to scatter his skills, Zhong Daoling to fall, Xuanyuan Mingjing... to live worse than death. If you’ve achieved this, it’s enough to be proud."
"I think it’s too early to be proud, let me kill you first, then I’ll take the time to indulge in pride."
"Do you not understand the difference between a Great Grandmaster and a Little Grandmaster? It may be just a word, but it’s worlds apart."
"Great Grandmaster? Haven’t I killed them before?" Tang Fei laughed and said.
A watered-down Great Grandmaster is still a Great Grandmaster. Killing Shen Xinglan, rounding up, is equivalent to killing a Great Grandmaster.
Indeed, upon hearing Tang Fei’s words, the murderous intent in Shen Wuxin’s eyes grew even more intense.
No matter how good one’s Qi Cultivation Skills, when faced with the murderer of one’s own descendant...
And the opponent takes pride in it, speaking arrogantly, the rage surges uncontrollably.
"Boy, do you think you can break my Dao Heart with this?"
"Just tell me if it’s broken or not?" Tang Fei shrugged and said, "I’m merely stating a fact, whoever feels bad knows it themselves."
"..."
Shen Wuxiang’s gaze fell on the Yin Erosion Sword in Tang Fei’s hand and asked, "What was that sword called just now?"
"The Ninth Sword of the Netherworld Scroll, Reincarnation."
"Proving the Dao by killing, intertwined with catastrophe. Huh, it has a curious similarity to my path."
"So, this sword is prepared for you," Tang Fei stated frankly.
"Did you use this sword to kill Shen Xinglan?"
"No, I used another sword." Tang Fei never missed a chance to plant a thorn in Shen Wuxiang’s heart: "That sword was called Eternal, a name given by Shen Xinglan."
Shen Xinglan guessed correctly; he indeed left a backhand for Shen Wuxiang.
Shen Xinglan was also mistaken; he didn’t just leave one sword, but two.
The eighth sword, named Eternal, was personally named by Shen Xinglan before his death.
The ninth sword, named Reincarnation, capable of cutting ties and events below the Heavenly Dao Saint.
Indeed, upon hearing this, Shen Wuxiang fell silent.
What does it mean that Shen Xinglan himself named the swordsmanship that killed him?
The answer goes without saying.
His grandson had such magnanimity and spirit; he should feel proud for him.
Yet, his heart was torn with unbearable pain as if ten thousand ants were gnawing at it.
This is both reconciliation and betrayal.
How could he...
Choose this name?
For a long time.
For a long time.
Shen Wuxiang’s gaze was as deep as an ancient Cold Pond, as he gently caressed the crimson long spear in his hand and said, "I have a spear, named Doom. Today, I will use this Spear of Doom to receive your Reincarnation Sword... I want to see if your sword can indeed cut ties and events and send me into reincarnation."
"No." Tang Fei gently shook his head and corrected, "The Reincarnation Sword cuts ties and events, preventing the dead from entering reincarnation."
"..."
