Chapter 492: Chapter 491 Shuntian Capital’s Number One Talented Swordsman
"Is this the realm of the Heavenly Sword?"
With his hold completely released, Shi Xiaole felt a heartfelt sense of liberation.
His intent, his swordplay, seemed to have a tightly linked connection with the heavens and the earth. A gesture, a step, could form a sword attack, as simple as breathing, it had become his instinct.
Shi Xiaole was certain that using his same sword art now would be much more powerful than before. To find out the exact gap, he would need to test it.
The harmony of a hundred swords resonated, creating a clangor. The intertwining of countless Sword Qi made the surrounding spaces created by the ships and the Glazed Fairy Platform incredibly sharp and lethal. The wind sweeping across the river felt like a knife cutting across one’s face, causing bouts of stinging pain on the skin.
Noises, discussions, had unknowingly disappeared. The only remnant sound was the deep sound of panting.
"The sword melds with the heavens and earth, Qi and the sword are unified. Is this, is this..."
The senior figures all stood in unison, some with their eyes widened, others grabbing their beards, while still others knocked over their table drinks, oblivious to it all.
They were accustomed to storms, having seen countless people. Very few things could shake them. Losing their composure as they were today revealed the enormous impact they felt.
"Impossible, it’s utterly impossible!"
Liang Shuhao exclaimed loudly, his facial expression changing rapidly.
Although he wasn’t a swordsman, he knew what this spectacle represented. That’s why he found it hard to accept.
This was the legendary realm of the Heavenly Sword, something million of swordsmen couldn’t understand.
Even the Sun Sword Lord, reputed to be the top swordsman in Shuntian, only entered this realm at the age of thirty-nine, breaking the record among swordsmen in Shuntian Capital.
How old was Shi Xiaole? He looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. Excluding the impact of his cultivation level on his appearance, he was at least twenty-five years old.
A twenty-five-year-old young man, having attained the Heavenly Sword Realm, unless personally witnessed, Liang Shuhao would not believe it, even at the cost of his life.
"I thought Li Zifeng was the number one swordsman in Shuntian Capital. I was wrong, very wrong."
Ai Wenqian’s eyes were full of astonishment, her breathing erratic.
She didn’t consider herself a sword prodigy, but she couldn’t help feeling proud of her past achievements. Now, her pride was being ruthlessly crushed.
With such a peer before them, which young swordsman in Shuntian had the qualification to be proud?
Li Zifeng gripped the hilt of his sword and exerted some strength to sheathe his drawn sword. His lips moved slightly, and his knuckles turned pale from the grip.
At this moment, within Immortal Gorge, everyone’s eyes were drawn to the tall figure on the fairy platform like a magnet, even totally ignoring Yu Wen Cang, who was always domineering and arrogant.
"A born swordsman!"
"A once-in-a-century, no, a once-in-a-millennium sword prodigy. Like the three prodigies three years ago, his rise will inevitably shock the Martial world and be known all over!"
"With Shi Xiaole emerging, I’m afraid no one will talk about Li Zifeng anymore. He’s the undisputed number one young swordsman in Shuntian Capital, both in terms of talent and strength."
Shi Xiaole, who hadn’t revealed his Heavenly Sword Realm, was almost only half a step behind Li Zifeng in terms of combat power. If he activated the Heavenly Sword Realm, it’s hard for everyone to imagine what level of power Shi Xiaole would reach.
Yu Wen Cang had hawk-like eyes that suddenly contracted, and his facial muscles twitched. He thought he was guaranteed victory, but he had no idea that his opponent had such an astonishing card up his sleeve.
"So what if it’s the Heavenly Sword Realm? I would like to see how sharp your sword is."
Pulling out a pair of black silk gloves and putting them on, Yu Wen Cang radiated an intense aura, his coldness intimidating.
These were the Demon Slayer Gloves, a low-grade Spiritual Weapon procured by Lu Zixiong using the power of the Tianyuan Association. Once put on, they could amplify the user’s attack power by two to three times.
The Linjiang Immortal Conference did not restrict the use of weapons as it is also a part of one’s strength. For instance, Shi Xiaole’s Hidden Edge Sword was also a low-grade Spiritual Sword.
"Six Sun Slash Sky!"
With a roar, many who had seen Yu Wen Cang before had never seen him so enraged. His arms swelled by a full circle, veins bulging and interweaving like the thick roots of a tree.
At the moment of his rush, his veins, along with his muscular arms, trembled violently, and six foot-long golden oval light spheres erupted from his two arms, carving out six twisted golden trails in the air.
Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!
The six oval light spheres spiraled around the central point like a spiral staircase, forming a golden sphere with a diameter of three feet in an instant, crushing fiercely towards Shi Xiaole.
Boom!
Golden light illuminated all directions, piercing the Glazed Fairy Platform with both large and small holes.
The river water squeezed from the holes flowed upwards, instantly exploding into a fan-shaped mist, spreading rapidly with a series of popping sounds. Each spray could penetrate a person’s body, yet it was dazzling like countless spotlights on a stage.
Judging from this attack, Yu Wen Cang’s strength had surpassed both Li Zifeng and Ai Wenqian, and could be considered the number one expert since the beginning of the Immortal Conference.
Body weaving through the fan-shaped mist, Shi Xiaole raised his right hand holding the sword skyward, making a light sweep with his sword.
Using the same Clear Wind Thirteen Styles, the green sword light was compressed into an extremely thin thread, slashing across the golden orb in the sky.
Clang!
Creak!
Amid the uncanny cutting noise, the golden light sphere was sliced open by a third of its size, the momentum slightly obstructed yet quickly reconciling itself, swooping down with a fiercer attack.
After all, the rank of Thirteen Styles of the Gentle Breeze was too low, it was able to slightly hinder the Positive Pole Fist, proving the terror of the Heavenly Sword stage.
"Hahaha, what Heavenly Sword stage! Yield to me!"
With a man-fist combo, Yu Wen Cang, from an advantageous position, glared fiercely, his face clearly showcasing madness and ferocity. Bedded in the straw, tasted gall for three years, he absolutely wouldn’t allow himself to lose to any of his peers ever again!
"It won’t be that easy."
With an unchanged somber expression, Shi Xiaole shook his head silently in his heart.
In the next moment, countless Wind Swords materialized from nothing, suddenly appearing around the golden light sphere, a barrage of intensive shots poked countless ripples on the surface of the sphere. Each Wind Sword may not be strong but their numbers were simply too many, in less than the blink of an eye, they attacked hundreds or even thousands of times.
"As expected of the legendary Heavenly Sword stage, the sword can stimulate the Sword Qi, wind can also stimulate the Sword Qi, every single action all filled with Sword Qi. At this moment, you would never know when Shi Xiaole would strike, because a lift of an eyebrow, or a wave of a hand, all could be potential sword attacks!"
A young swordsman shivered, his face alternating between admiration, respect, astonishment, and lastly, deep anticipation.
As swordsmen, who wouldn’t wish to accomplish such a state, where everything becomes malleable to your will, and everything becomes your sword, how satisfying and decisive would that be?
However, most people could only live this dream in their lifetime.
Under the continuous stabs of countless Sword Qi, by the time the golden sphere reached where Shi Xiaole stood, less than 40% of its original power remained, and it was cleaved open with a vigorous slash from him.
Yu Wen Cang who was on the opposing side, was just about to take the opportunity to attack, only to realize another array of Sword Qi appeared in front of him, blocking his way and causing him to miss a golden opportunity.
"Damn it!"
Yu Wen Cang was suddenly angry, the veins on his forehead throbbing violently.
He finally realized the difficulty of the Heavenly Sword stage. Facing swordsmen at this stage, unless you absolutely crush them, it is incredibly difficult to defeat them, as you cannot catch any of their flaws.
Instead, the moment a lapse appears in yourself, it would immediately be exploited, leading to a disadvantageous situation.
As expected, in the subsequent period, the battle started to lean towards a one-sided trend.
Under Shi Xiaole’s relentless and omnipresent attack, no matter how strong Yu Wen Cang was, he invariably revealed lapses. After several rounds, his clothes were stabbed with multiple holes and blood flowed from his body, his aura gradually weakening.
"Shi Xiaole, this is all on you."
With bloodshot eyes, Yu Wen Cang was both humiliated and furious, ready to kill. With his full force, the surface of his right arm actually started showing traces of blood red color; looking closely, these were clearly blood spots extruding from the pores.
Positive Pole Fist has nine moves in total. However, up to now, Yu Wen Cang had only mastered the seventh move, and the power of this move was too strong that he could only use it twice a day.
Frustrated with not being able to land a hit, Yu Wen Cang decided to throw all caution to the wind and put all his stake in this ultimate trick.
"Seven Sun Radiance!"
Six golden light spheres surrounded Yu Wen Cang’s imposing figure, and he himself emitted a dazzling golden aura, piercing the sky above the pedestal, becoming the seventh and largest blazing sun.
Rumble!
A wave of golden light spread out, extending forth and back, even bursting out of the southern and northern positions of Immortal Gorge, seeming like a kilometer-long bridge of light above Linjiang, mythical and imposing.
Even those in the Guanxian Tower fell silent at this moment, all were shocked by the overwhelming force displayed by Yu Wen Cang.
Golden light pressed downwards, causing every hair on Shi Xiaole’s body to stand on end. The Sword Qi on the surface of his body resisted the pressure, making a bizarre hissing sound. The Glazed Fairy Platform under his feet could no longer withstand the force and started to crumble inch by inch.
The Heavenly Sword stage could indeed act as it wished, but the cost was that every time a Sword Qi attack was launched, a portion of the Vigorous Air within Shi Xiaole’s body would be reduced. At this point, only half of the Vigorous Air remained.
Shi Xiaole knew well that they had arrived at the most crucial moment of the battle. His left hand swiftly lifted and, in an instant, pointed out dozens of times.
Simultaneously, within Immortal Gorge, inside the Guanxian Tower, countless martial world characters were shocked to find a tornado tens of meters high, composed of countless streams of cyan Sword Qi, violently charging towards the golden light bridge.
The two forces barely made contact when immediately a deafening explosion shook the earth. The Glazed Fairy Platform completely collapsed, causing an explosion of countless stones in the sky.
The water from Linjiang underneath also rose violently like a tsunami, surged high nearly a hundred meters, then was cut into tens or hundreds of parts by Sword Qi. Amid the rumbling sound, it looked like a torrential rain, vigorously covering all directions, causing the entire river to be in constant turmoil, rolling out countless white bubbles.
The boats inside Immortal Gorge were shaking violently, looking as if they were about to flip over at any moment.
Amid the rain and mist filling the sky, an extremely brilliant Sword light, taking advantage of the crevice created by the Sword Qi, pierced through the weakest point of the golden light bridge, like a thunderous strike of rage descending from the heavens.
This sword bore no change, yet it surpassed thousands of changes, no one could describe its brilliance, nor could anyone describe its speed.
A sword flew from the west, Outer Heaven Flying Immortal!
With a hissing sound.
Shi Xiaole sheathed his sword and stood on the river surface.
Behind him, the blazing golden radiance bombarded the river, causing a part of the water to hollow out. A bloody figure along with a silhouette simultaneously plunged into the turbulent river.
