Chapter 807: Chapter 806: The Wind Tribulation_1
The blade circle shattered the sword light, and itself was severely worn, eventually collapsing together.
"Evil Dominates the World!"
A figure flew out swiftly, the remaining ripples around him not only didn’t hinder him but instead became his driving force.
"He even mastered that move using his Flying Skill propelled by blade techniques?"
In Bai Ruiting’s memory, the Evil Blade Sect possessed a peculiar Flying Skill that integrated dodging with offense and defense; though not known for its speed, it was most suited for siege battles. How would Shi Xiaole deal with it?
As she was thinking this, Bai Ruiting saw Shi Xiaole advance instead of retreat, floating out like a blue cloud, confronting Young Master Evil head-on with a speed not inferior to her own Longevity Unrestrained Step and even surpassing it in terms of agility and flexibility!
In an instant, the great hall’s sky was filled with two figures, one blue and one white. It was noticeable that the blue figures were multiplying and gradually taking over the space initially occupied by the white figure, at last cornering him within a fixed area.
Clang!
Young Master Evil has just executed three forms when Shi Xiaole struck ten, the figure and the sword shadow merging as one, lightly grazing past, leaving behind a wisp of blood.
"How dare you injure my face?"
Retreating rapidly, Young Master Evil touched the sword scar on his right cheek, his expression horribly sinister.
The response was an even faster sword thrust from Shi Xiaole.
Among the clanging sounds of collision, Young Master Evil fended off dozens of attacks. This time, his right arm sustained another wound, thankfully his protective Vigorous Air was strong enough, otherwise, he would have been seriously crippled.
"How did he do it?"
Young Master Evil was both unwilling to accept and frustrated.
In the past, not to mention his peers, even renowned figures of the Martial World found it hard to match his skills, almost invincible among those of the same tier.
But why is it that every time he confronts Shi Xiaole, no matter what methods or means he uses, in the end, he still falls under the latter’s control, just like a moth that, despite all its effort, can’t escape the web woven by the spider?
During the occasional eye contact, Young Master Evil could even see a world through those indifferent yet attractive eyes, a world beyond the understanding of outsiders.
The depth within this man was immeasurable!
A fear he had never experienced before suddenly rose in Young Master Evil’s heart but was forcibly suppressed by his sword intent. What a joke, Young Master Evil had dominated the Martial World, when had he ever feared anyone?
"This is my opportunity, only by defeating such a person can I improve further, and be as free as a bird in the sky. I am unbeatable!"
His eyes firm and frenzied, Young Master Evil held his curved blade in both hands, his legs bent in the air, forming a perfect right angle with his thighs and calves. Using this stance, it felt as though all the strength of his body was gathering into his arms, and the scimitar emitted a bizarre wailing, as if a multitude of blades were clashing.
"Sky Demonic Eight Forms, Demonic Frenzy Breaker!"
An unrivaled blade glow filled the vision, its speed almost on par with Shi Xiaole’s, effectively blocking his approach and forcing him to confront it head-on.
Shi Xiaole immediately utilized Wuji, his sword light penetrating half the distance of the blade glow before suddenly dissipating, the remaining force of the blade glow, after Shi Xiaole’s narrow dodge, striking the stone wall and causing a hiss of dust.
"Skill is just one part of strength, I’ll show you what true power is!"
Brimming with confidence, Young Master Evil’s face turned red with excitement, his curved blade slicing through the air, turning half the stone hall into a sea of blade glow with new waves arising even before the previous ones faded.
"Young Master Evil’s Evil Intent Sword Way is derived from a simplified version of the Sky Demonic Eight Forms, the Sky Demonic Thirty-Six Blades, with a hundred percent compatibility, boosting his sword technique to a new level of power."
At this stage, Bai Ruiting essentially couldn’t get involved or shouldn’t even if she wanted to. Geniuses are proud; putting herself in his shoes, if she were Shi Xiaole, she too wouldn’t want someone to help her.
But the situation didn’t look good; after all, those who are a hundred percent compatible with their martial arts and supreme techniques are one in a million. At least Bai Ruiting only knew of Young Master Evil as such.
"The Heart Sword technique, after all, was modified by myself."
Dodging left and right, Shi Xiaole couldn’t help but feel emotional.
Objectively speaking, the Wind Sword Way already had a high compatibility with the Heart Sword technique. However, it was not a hundred percent match. Moreover, Young Master Evil’s Evil Intent Sword Way clearly reached the early sixtieth percent, one small realm higher than his own Wind Sword Way.
Had it not been for the Blood Sun medium, making his Vigorous Air different from ordinary people’s, he would have already been defeated.
"If you’ve got guts, stop running! Sky Demonic Eight Forms, Evil Slayer!"
Amidst the grim and wild laughter, Young Master Evil, holding the curved blade, swept upwards, the fierce blade force surging in opposition as if to overturn the very sky.
Huang Tao and the others had long since retreated to the outermost parts, even stopping their own fights, as it was unnecessary.
The battle between Shi Xiaole and Young Master Evil would determine the final outcome. If Shi Xiaole were to win, the emaciated old man and his followers would leave without a word; if Young Master Evil won, Huang Tao and his group would be the ones to leave.
But from the current situation, Young Master Evil undoubtedly had the upper hand; with this blade swung, Shi Xiaole was like an insect in a void, with nowhere to hide.
"I didn’t expect to use it so soon."
Faced with this earth-shattering strike, Shi Xiaole only lamented in his heart for a moment. The next instant, his Red Left sword abruptly shifted from stillness to extreme motion, its speed so fast it seemed to break free from the restraints of the void.
The hissing sound of the wind started, as multiple streams of wind were dragged out by the Red Left sword. Young Master Evil, in horror, found his movements slowing down, his curved blade hardly able to chop down even with all his strength, while Shi Xiaole’s sword, unaffected, swiftly and supremely thrust at him.
Unbeknownst to everyone including Huang Tao, Young Master Evil’s speed had not actually slowed; it was just that Shi Xiaole was too fast. Before the blade glow could reach its peak, the Sword Qi was already silently and coldly piercing through.
Hiss!
A jet of blood spurted out, causing ripples in the Array System of the wall behind. Young Master Evil screamed as the Sword Qi wreaked havoc inside him, blood spilling from his mouth and nose. He stumbled backward for thousands of meters before he could finally stop.
"Sword moves, heart moves! Has this young man actually reached such a realm?!"
The gaunt old man’s face was full of shock as he nearly burst out shouting.
The so-called "sword moves, heart moves" is not a clear-cut realm but more of a symbol that represents when a swordsman’s sword profoundly affects the inner world of the opponent, creating a confusion between the slowing and hastening of time.
The gaunt old man was an Eighth Tier Earth Immortal himself and knew many others at the same tier. To his knowledge, even within that circle, very few could achieve this level.
This young man in green was undoubtedly a sword path genius that appeared once in a generation.
"It’s really unexpected."
The woman holding the orb exhaled, her expression somewhat ugly.
She hadn’t overlooked Shi Xiaole, but she never imagined that he could hide his capabilities so deeply. If it weren’t for them, how much longer would he have kept them concealed?
"I won’t lose, and even if I must, it won’t be to you! Evil Slayer!"
His eyes a crimson-red, Young Master Evil’s aura didn’t wane but instead grew stronger. He swung his blade wildly, the boundless blade light layering one on top of another, vowing not to stop until his opponent was destroyed.
He couldn’t accept all this and certainly didn’t believe that from beginning to end, he had never had an advantage. Among those of the same rank, there was no such opponent in the world.
Shi Xiaole pierced forward with his sword, cold and detached.
His blade struck precisely when the knife’s momentum was weakest, piercing through. Young Master Evil attempted to block with a horizontal blade, but the Sword Qi curved, slashing a inch-deep wound across his chest and burrowing into his muscles and bones to wreak havoc.
"Pu..."
Blood mixed with pieces of his liver spewed from his mouth. Young Master Evil’s face contorted with pain; despite his unwillingness and anger, he knew he was no match for Shi Xiaole.
This was a gap in their realms, a defeat not born from battle.
"What sword move was that just now?"
Young Master Evil asked in a muffled voice.
"Wind Sword Way."
Shi Xiaole replied.
Wind Sword Way was precisely the move Shi Xiaole had created after integrating the essence of three Wind Sword techniques over the past year, aligning even more closely with the Wind Sword Way.
Of course, just relying on Wind Sword Way might not have been enough to defeat Young Master Evil, were it not for the forty-five strands of Heart Sword force that Shi Xiaole added into those two sword strikes.
"Wind Sword Way, this young master will remember it."
Taking out a pellet and swallowing it, Young Master Evil’s injuries improved substantially in moments. He mustered his strength to fly away, and seeing that Shi Xiaole did not stop him, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart before disappearing into the black mist.
Although he was confident that no matter what Shi Xiaole might do, he could still escape, it would inevitably cost him, which was not what he wanted to see.
Young Master Evil didn’t realize that Shi Xiaole was thinking along the same lines. Releasing Wind Sword Way twice in a row took a great toll on Shi Xiaole, and knowing he couldn’t stop his opponent, there was no need to waste the effort.
Seeing this, the gaunt old man, the indifferent swordsman, and the others dared not linger any longer, and one by one, they fluttered away.
A significant disaster was thus averted, leaving those who remained at the scene feeling an unreal sensation. After a moment of bewilderment, everyone instinctively locked their gazes on the figure in green clothes in front of them.
"Young Hero Shi, we owe you big time for this."
Bai Ruiting approached Shi Xiaole with a sweet smile, her dimples showing and her eyes inevitably sizing him up again from head to toe.
"With your capabilities, saving me wasn’t difficult, but aren’t you afraid that, just like before, after being saved, I would again be indifferent to your safety?"
Her words were pointed and made Sun Wei and the other five flush red.
Actually, it would have been a better choice for them to leave earlier. But first, who knew what dangers they might encounter upon exiting, and second, an inexplicable intuition told them that Shi Xiaole would not vent his anger on them.
They themselves couldn’t understand why this outwardly indifferent youth somehow made them feel the safest—it was truly maddening!
Hearing Bai Ruiting’s words, Shi Xiaole said, "Saving someone is my own business; I have never asked anyone for anything in return. At least you haven’t wronged me, so why wouldn’t I save you?"
"If you were in danger later, and I just stood by and watched, would you still save me?"
Bai Ruiting didn’t know why she asked such a foolish question.
This time, Shi Xiaole didn’t answer but just smiled and said something that made Bai Ruiting’s thoughts race: "You guess." He then turned and walked towards the stone table.
Behind him, Huang Tao’s eyes flickered, his right hand trembled, clenching and unclenching several times, but in the end, he let go. The deterrent power of an Eighth Tier Earth Immortal was too great. Without knowing how much strength Shi Xiaole had expended, he dared not act rashly.
Su Yichen’s smile did not diminish, watching Shi Xiaole move towards the stone table, wondering what plans he might have.
