Chapter 1150: Chapter 1148 Falling Sky Six Continuous Cuts_1
"You, you are..."
Ling Cunwei looked at Shi Xiaole, his eyes red and teary, even though he was a man of iron will.
"Uncle, we’ll catch up later. There’s something important I need to do right now," said Shi Xiaole.
A spiritual seed could be large or small. If it was the latter, the impact on the person would not be significant. But Shi Xiaole had condensed a fifth of his at once. If it were destroyed, it would deal a fatal blow to his spirit.
Shi Xiaole didn’t believe that the Falling Sky Sword Emperor was unaware of this, yet the latter was merciless.
If it weren’t for inheriting Shi Xiaole’s flying skill and combat techniques, and it was only the beginning of their battle, the spiritual seed might have been killed already!
"What’s the matter?"
Ling Cunwei’s thoughts couldn’t catch up.
Shi Xiaole didn’t speak. In the next moment, Ling Cunwei felt himself being supported by a strong and gentle energy, and the mountains and scenery around him blurred into obscurity.
Fight Shift Star Move.
In the distance, someone was engaged in a fierce battle. It was that spiritual seed and... the Falling Sky Sword Emperor, the chief of the three great swordsmen of the Ling Family, the Falling Sky Sword Emperor.
"Fourth Uncle, kill him, kill him now!"
Ling Cunyi stood ten thousand meters away, channeling energy to heal while his face was a furious shade of iron, shouting loudly. Around him, there were faintly numerous figures, all powerful Heaven Realm Martial Emperors.
Humiliation.
Utter humiliation!
Ling Cunyi couldn’t imagine that he was being chased to such an extent by a junior’s spiritual seed, no escape to the heavens or earth, exposing his ugliest and most pathetic side to many onlookers.
If it weren’t for the fact that the Falling Sky Sword Emperor happened to be in the third sector and stumbled upon him, he might have been killed already. A mere spiritual seed dared to kill the son of a family head; it was utterly lawless.p>
"Hmph!"
A cold light flashed in the sharp eyes of the Falling Sky Sword Emperor. Although the battle had only lasted a moment, as someone of his status, not being able to crush a spiritual seed with five strikes was not something to be proud of.
The momentum of his sword increased by another three parts. The Falling Sky Sword Emperor swung his sword lightly forward, and the overwhelming Sword Qi transcended the bounds of time and space, stabbing heavily towards the figure in green.
"The Stab of Falling Sky, the Falling Sky Sword Emperor is getting serious," someone familiar noticed with a different expression.
They were eager to meet the owner of this spiritual seed, who seemed quite young. Some were pondering secretly. Just a few days ago, news of a fierce battle at the edge of the South Sea had spread across the continent.
Witnesses claimed that one of the Ten Prouds, Liu Ruofei, took notice of an opponent during that battle, whose image matched the figure in green before them.
Clang!
Just as the Sword Qi was about to hit the figure in green, the figure turned into a streak of light, merging with the person rushing towards it from the distance.
The young man in green, dignified like jade, with a posture as stalwart as a pine, a long sword hanging at his waist—this was a young man one would never forget upon seeing, appearing to be but seventeen or eighteen years old. Yet, his aura was exceedingly ethereal and sharp, his eyes as clear as if they had no end.
"Falling Sky Sword Emperor?"
Shi Xiaole eyed the figure across from him.
The corners of the Falling Sky Sword Emperor’s mouth lifted slightly as he sheathed his sword and, turning around, took Ling Cunyi and left.
He certainly wasn’t afraid of Shi Xiaole, but his intuition told him that the latter was not to be underestimated, probably not easily subdued without some trouble. In front of so many people, the Falling Sky Sword Emperor did not wish to expose too much of his strength.
Swoosh!
A streak of Sword Qi was thrust towards them. The Falling Sky Sword Emperor turned and pointed a finger, shattering it, and looked coldly at Shi Xiaole: "Do you know what you are doing?"
"The one who doesn’t know is you. Did I say you could leave?"
Shi Xiaole said.
Whoosh.
The crowd around them stirred. Although there were many supreme swordsmen in the South Sea Martial World, there were no more than fifty on the level of the Falling Sky Sword Emperor. Even among all warriors, the Falling Sky Sword Emperor had the potential to rank in the top two hundred and fifty.
This young man was so bold.
"This person must be the swordsman whom Liu Ruofei regards as an opponent. I really want to see what qualifies him for such regard," a square-faced youth said with a cold laugh, standing on a distant green mountain.
"Given that Liu Ruofei can stand alongside Senior Brother Luo amongst the Ten Prouds, his judgment can’t be flawed. One must never underestimate the other party," a man in a red and blue Daoist robe said beside the square-faced youth.
Both men, not over a hundred years old in their life’s essence, had profound cultivation. With every breath, it was as though a terrifying spectacle of water and fire merging took place around them, drawing side glances from some people further away.
"It’s the two enigmas from the Water and Fire Dao Manor. I’ve heard that their talent and strength are only slightly inferior to Luo Zijiao, one of the Ten Prouds, ranking them in the top hundred among their peers in the South Sea Martial World."
"The realm of Fate is due to open next year. Most of those qualified are in seclusion, fine-tuning their state, while these two seem rather idle."
"Hehe, aren’t you the same? The realm of Fate only cares about strength, nothing else. For those of us lacking strength, we can only hope to encounter some fortunes here, or else we’d have to wait another two hundred years."
Many spoke with sighs of pity.
Adventuring on the main island was akin to gambling with one’s life, but who would willingly miss the chance at the greatest opportunity of the South Sea, the place of fate. Haven’t you seen? The number of martial artists from the Martial World entering the main island has greatly increased during this period.
But then again, it was exactly because of this that they encountered today’s excitement.
"It’s good for young people to be spirited, but if one is too arrogant, it will bring disaster upon oneself,"
the Falling Sky Sword Emperor said coldly, "Previously on Suspended Sound Island, you used your momentum to force back the son of the family head. I didn’t interfere because you were in the right. But as a member of the Ling Family, you should not have harbored the intention to kill your kin! Seeing this, I must punish you. Do you think I am wrong?"
Being a collateral branch of the Ling Family, the Falling Sky Sword Emperor was exactly whom Ling Wenyu strived to win over, and over the years, he had indeed received numerous resources, which otherwise wouldn’t have made him so powerful. Facing this issue, the Falling Sky Sword Emperor believed he could not stand by idly.
Shi Xiaole said, "Why don’t you ask why I took action? Ling Cunyi, in collusion with outsiders, wanted to kill my uncle Ling Cunwei. According to clan rules, he should be executed."
Ling Cunyi’s face changed, and he shouted, "Shi Xiaole, what evidence do you have? Baseless accusations, do you think your slander will work? Everyone only saw you trying to kill me!"
The Falling Sky Sword Emperor said coldly, "Putting aside whether what you say is true or false, even if it were true, it’s not for you to execute him but for the Ling Family Elders’ Council to decide. You overstep your authority, taking life and death into your own hands. If we go by the clan rules, you should be stripped of your martial arts and have both arms severed."
Shi Xiaole started to laugh.
With the perception of the Falling Sky Sword Emperor, Shi Xiaole didn’t believe the other party couldn’t distinguish the truth. Yet, instead of being straightforward and fair as he claimed, the other party had been biased at every turn and even tried to destroy his spirit seed.
It seemed, speaking any further was meaningless. There was no doubt the other was powerful, but not enough to make Shi Xiaole swallow his pride.
"Shi... let’s let it go this time. A gentleman’s revenge can wait ten years. We can settle our scores later; there’s no need to be greedy for a moment’s success,"
Ling Cunwei said, trying to dissuade Shi Xiaole as he saw the impasse continue and felt moved.
He understood his nephew’s good intentions, but one cannot fight against power alone. With the protection of the Falling Sky Sword Emperor, they surely couldn’t take their revenge now and would instead make an enemy of him.
Ling Cunwei certainly wasn’t afraid, but he had to consider his nephew’s situation.
Seeing Shi Xiaole silent, Ling Cunyi let out a sigh of relief.
As long as the Falling Sky Sword Emperor was on his side, he wasn’t afraid of what the other would do, and any chaos would be futile. And upon returning to the Ling Family, with each stating their own views, who could do anything to him?
Shi Xiaole, I remember today’s grudge, and the past issues on Suspended Sound Island, all of it. If I don’t kill you, I’m not Ling Cunyi!
Just as he was thinking this, Ling Cunyi suddenly felt all the hairs on his body stand on end as he saw a vast azure sword light, without any warning, come slashing at him with a force that seemed to split heaven and earth.
"You dare!"
An angry bellow erupted as the Falling Sky Sword Emperor’s eyes turned icy; he couldn’t believe Shi Xiaole was so audacious to attempt to kill Ling Cunwei right in front of him, disregarding his presence.
The sword was drawn from its sheath, and as the Falling Sky Sword Emperor swung angrily, the vast sword light filled everyone’s vision, slashing fiercely at Shi Xiaole.
Clang!
As their swords clashed, huge cracks spread wildly outwards, with the center of the collision turning pitch black, and streams of chaotic void energy spilling out, sweeping away mountains and rivers.
Before anyone could react, Shi Xiaole’s second sword came out, a strike so fast it seemed to vanish along with the hand, the sword, and the man himself, too quick for the mind to capture.
Clang!
Amid sparks flying, the Falling Sky Sword Emperor flew backwards, a tiny blood spot appearing on his palm as his pupils contracted.
Among the South Sea swordsmen, there were those who were fast with their swords, but none as rapid as Shi Xiaole. Not more than ten people could match that speed, it seemed the opponent had chosen the path of the fast sword.
"Falling Sky Six Continuous Cuts!"
The best method against a fast sword is to keep one’s distance and wear him out. Firm in his resolve, the Falling Sky Sword Emperor released his full power, swinging his sword six times in succession towards the front.
The first strike was like a tidal wave, suppressing the void in tens of thousands of miles around. Everyone within this area felt as if they were stuck in a swamp, struggling immensely. The second strike followed closely, the sword energy causing the entire space to seem to string together, hard as iron and stone.
The third, fourth, and fifth strikes were almost simultaneous, dividing heaven and earth into eight sections, leaving Shi Xiaole with nowhere to escape.
The sixth strike was invisible but the most perilous; apart from the Falling Sky Sword Emperor, no one knew when and where it would appear.
At this moment, Ling Cunwei’s heart was up in his throat, ready to rush forward to support Shi Xiaole at all costs.
The renown of "Falling Sky Six Continuous Cuts" was well-known, an almost absolute killing move against those whose absolute strength fell short of the Falling Sky Sword Emperor’s, difficult to counter with mere skill.
In just an instant, Shi Xiaole, trapped within, struck with his sword - six strikes, exactly like the other’s six strikes, so swift they seemed to be one.
Clang clang clang clang clang clang!
Boom!
The marsh of swordplay was broken, and Shi Xiaole burst forth with the "Lightning Startling Swan" lifted hand.
"What, six strikes with one sword, no, it’s three consecutive double strikes with one sword!"
The square-faced man was shocked.
The skill of double striking with one sword wasn’t exclusive to the top ten heroes of the South Sea; even he could achieve it when in peak condition. But executing three consecutive double strikes was terrifying and required incredible spiritual force, control, and concentration.
Without needing to look further, just this moment made the square-faced man realize that Liu Ruofei’s assessment of Shi Xiaole was spot on. He indeed was a formidable opponent to all the talented swordsmen of the South Sea, deserving of ranking among the top ten.
The swords clashed once more.
This time, fully focused, the Falling Sky Sword Emperor did not retreat, but his face had turned very grim.
