Chapter 880: Chapter 879 Unbeatable in the World (Additional update for poonlo, 1/10)_1
As the original soul’s consciousness dissipated, it was as if the circuits suddenly cleared, making Shi Xiaole feel light all over, as if he could control even a single strand of his hair at will.
"So that’s how it is. His presence had always created a barrier between me and this body, but now, the barrier is gone."
A person of weak character yet, in a moment of life and death, had resolutely sacrificed himself—this required immense courage and belief. Shi Xiaole didn’t know, but he did know that, from now on, he could never separate from this body again.
A strong desire to live burst forth from the depths of his soul, transforming into explosive power that carried Shi Xiaole to a water-blue planet. The planet shrank continuously—it was his own eyes.
Memories from his previous life gradually faded.
A gale swirled around Shi Xiaole, scattering all darkness and slaughter. Amid the howling wind, Shi Xiaole stepped forward, seeming completely rejuvenated.
"You’re not dead, and you’ve even broken through?"
The Asura Martial Emperor was flabbergasted.
"Yes, thanks to your good fortune. But now, it’s your turn to die."
Soul communication seemed long, but was actually just a moment. At the brink of life and death, Shi Xiaole’s Wind Sword Way soared to new heights, advancing from eighty percent at the mid-stage to ninety percent at the initial stage.
With the switch between the life-and-death martial way and the Illusion Martial Way, at this moment, the Wind Sword Way was astonishingly close to one hundred and ten percent, barely falling short of the one hundred and twenty percent Asura Martial Way.
Both hands gripping the sword, Shi Xiaole’s white hair fluttered, his eyes ice cold. He unleashed Wind Fury with a sweeping strike.
"So what if you’re not dead? You’ll never breach my defense."
The Asura Martial Emperor frantically activated a top-grade spiritual weapon, making the light shield around him brighten a bit more.
Boom, boom, boom.
The void exploded wildly, trembling incessantly like a damaged painting.
"Is that so?"
A streak of aquamarine Sword Qi sliced diagonally, striking the light shield. With a thunderous boom, the Asura Martial Emperor’s body shook violently and was forced back hundreds of meters, a sweet metallic taste rising to his mouth.
"Your top-grade spiritual weapon is inherently flawed and can’t last. I want to see how long you can hold on."
One sword strike followed another—sometimes it was Wind Fury, sometimes the Asura Calamity, sometimes the Fearless Wind, but more often it was just ordinary sword techniques, slashing at the Asura Martial Emperor. The transitions between movements were seamless, and his speed was maddeningly fast.
At least, the Void Origin Realm Martial Emperors present couldn’t capture Shi Xiaole’s moves—they could only see numerous hands and swords.
Amid the relentless explosions, the Asura Martial Emperor had a top-grade spiritual weapon but could only be flung around like a ball. Faced with Shi Xiaole’s onslaught like a bursting river, he barely had the chance to counterattack and could only defend passively.
It turned out that when both sides’ strengths were at a similar level, the lofty Asura Martial Emperor had no choice but to take the beating. If not for the top-grade spiritual weapon, he would have long since died under Shi Xiaole’s sword.
The gap.
This was the gap! It left the audience completely dumbfounded, so much so that they fell silent.
Even many years later, these people would not forget the battle of this day, the young man who, against all odds, had wrought an impossible miracle. A single person with a sword left behind a legacy that became renowned throughout the world and echoed through the ages—a pinnacle masterpiece!
Crack.
Amidst the crisp sound, cracks appeared in the light shield, followed by more cracks.
"Not good!"
The Asura Martial Emperor’s face turned pale as the energy in his bracers dwindled to almost nothing, unable to hold on any longer. He tried to dodge, but a sword Qi that cleaved heaven and earth was faster, reaching straight for him, its origin the figure of a youth in green robes with white hair.
Boom...
The light shield shattered, and the Sword Qi poured out crazily along the cut, like the massive spray that rises when a waterfall smashes against a boulder—anything in its way would be sliced to pieces.
"Asura Calamity!"
After some time to recover, the Asura Martial Emperor had regained some of his Vigorous Air. Seeing Shi Xiaole rushing towards him, he stretched out his hands with a ferocious expression and slapped out a black Vigorous Air orb.
He didn’t believe that Shi Xiaole’s Vigorous Air could last so long. The opponent must be putting on a brave front, all bluster, and the winner would certainly be him!
But.
A beam of Sword Qi was faster, swiftly passing by, causing the black Vigorous Air orb to veer off course and creating ripples in the Array System light screen on the right side of the platform.
"Your left hand is gone."
After Controlling Sword with Qi Skill, it was Asura Calamity. Shi Xiaole stood like a sword god, facing the wind, and with one strike, the furious gale swirled around him, surging toward the Asura Martial Emperor whose guard was wide open.
"Ah..."
Amidst the blood-curdling scream, one of the Asura Martial Emperor’s arms was severed at the root and shredded into a mist of blood by the Sword Qi.
"Your right hand is gone."
Shi Xiaole pointed with his left hand, and a thousand meters away the Tiger Abyss Sword pierced through the void like a shooting star.
The Asura Martial Emperor’s right hand was sliced into three pieces.
"Left leg."
"Right leg."
Whether it was Controlling Sword with Qi Skill or a strike of Spring Fury, under the partial conversion of the life-and-death martial way, Shi Xiaole’s Vigorous Air always remained at thirty percent—neither stronger nor weaker by a fraction.
Under the stimulus of the Wind Sword Way, Shi Xiaole’s speed was far superior to the Asura Martial Emperor’s. This wasn’t a duel; it was a one-sided thrashing, a ruthless humiliation, and a venting of fury.
"You brat, I, I want you dead ah..."
The Asura Martial Emperor had his limbs chopped off, and blood gushed out like a fountain. After his lifeforce weakened to an extreme degree, it surged again like a tsunami, and a cruel and fierce smile appeared on his face.
"Boy, you’ve made a grave mistake by giving me time to gather strength. If I have to die, I won’t die alone!"
"Great Palm Print!"
Boom, boom, boom.
An invisible hand stretched out from the Asura Martial Emperor’s chest, viciously clawing towards Shi Xiaole. Who could have known that this was his true trump card, the fifth Earth-level technique he had meticulously prepared?
Unfortunately, using it at his current level was bound to completely sever his meridians and drain his essence blood, leading to his death, but if it meant dragging this boy to hell with him, it was worth it!
"Brother Shi, dodge quickly..."
Bai Ruiting let out a sharp scream.
Shi Xiaole didn’t dodge; with his left fingers – the index and the middle – brought together, he flicked forward, and the Tiger Abyss Sword, carrying the sound of thunder, struck straight towards the invisible hand. Upon contact, it was immediately sent flying, shattered into pieces mid-air.
But the power of the invisible hand was depleted by a third, and as his white hair at the temples fluttered gently, Shi Xiaole saw the figure of the original owner before him. He smiled at himself, waving and gradually walking into the darkness, disappearing into nothingness.
"This sword, I give to you, Fearless Wind!"
Fearless in the face of death, fearless in solitude, for belief and expectation, fearless and undaunted. Shi Xiaole gently swung the Spring Fury Sword as if he were back on Mountain Luyan seventeen years ago; a boy practicing his swordsmanship, so effortless, so free.
Farewell, Shi Xiaole!
The sword’s brilliance suddenly rose to an unlimited size and length, containing a force capable of destroying everything, slashing straight towards the heavens.
Shss, shss, shss...
A crisp friction sound emanated from where the sword’s brilliance met the massive hand, devoid of sparks or exposed energy, only a chilling silence that struck fear into one’s soul.
As they clashed, the sword’s brilliance was exhausted, but the hand also split in two, parting on either side of Shi Xiaole, turning into a breeze that lifted his tattered green robe, still looking suave as ever.
"I, I haven’t been defeated, no one can defeat me under these circumstances, you, you are not even human."
The Asura Martial Emperor let out a miserable chuckle, then exploded into a mist of blood.
Sheathing his sword, Shi Xiaole looked up at the sky, wordlessly silent.
"We won, won?"
"Can someone tell me this is all a fake?"
"From now on, even in another hundred years, two hundred years, or even a thousand years, I doubt there will be another battle as unprecedented as this. The name Shi Xiaole will be recorded in history."
Before the battle, no one was optimistic about Shi Xiaole. Once the fight started, it shocked everyone to their core. Shi Xiaole, unleashing earth-shattering moves, almost won the duel.
Yet the foundation of the Asura Martial Emperor was truly beyond anyone’s imagination. Relying on the remnants of a superior Spiritual Weapon, he stood on the ground of the unbeatable. In such a situation, no one could possibly win.
Yet Shi Xiaole achieved the impossible, breaking through himself at the least likely moment of reversal, turning the tide of battle. In heaven and earth, it would be difficult to find someone like him, such a swordsman.
The crowd remained entranced for a long time, unable to extricate themselves from their astonishment.
"Give him a hundred years, and he will be unrivaled under the heavens."
In the dead silence, Zhan Renxiong muttered, his eyes filled with boundless luster.
"That’s too exaggerated, make it five hundred years," said another Martial Emperor from the Void Origin Realm.
He had to acknowledge Shi Xiaole’s talent, which is why he mentioned five hundred years. Otherwise, no matter how stunning any Earth Immortal of the Divine Barrier Realm could be, they would not receive such appraisal.
Who can be certain of the future? It’s not like there hasn’t been incredibly talented individuals in the past who were stymied before reaching the Void Origin Realm, never managing to step through its gateway in their lifetime.
Moreover, even if one became a Martial Emperor of the Void Origin Realm, a mere five hundred years was but a moment for such individuals. Perhaps studying a single killing technique would take longer than that. To say they would be invincible is a joke!
Only Shi Xiaole, this ’non-human’ who captivated everyone with his against-the-heavens performance, could receive such an evaluation, with no second.
Hum...
Just as the four elders of Wuyuan Palace were about to speak, a shocking disturbance suddenly came from the depths of Wuyuan Palace. The sky was divided into six parts, one white, one black, one red, one blue, one green, and the last part, originally black and red, now rapidly changing to a cyan color, swirling with unending Sword Qi and flames.
"The sixth Divine Fire Order is about to emerge, but why..."
"Not good, the Palace Master is in danger, let’s go!"
...
In the depths of Wuyuan Palace.
Just as Shi Xiaole killed the Asura Martial Emperor, the Divine Fire Order within the Nine-Colored Fire Pool suddenly turned cyan, desperately trying to break free towards a certain direction, forcefully suppressed by a person in blue mask.
"How dare you ruin my grand plan, Formless Return to Origin, kill!"
The overwhelming energy, like a sword and knife combined, rapidly engulfed everything ahead, and the elder of Wuyuan Palace fell into a frenzy, his black hair turning white in an instant, his face etched with endless wrinkles as he used all his power to maintain his appearance.
The Floating Blood Palace Master manipulated the Divine Fire Order while executing peerless skills, pressing against the person in the blue mask.
There were also several experts from Wuyuan Palace, each controlling different Array Systems, interwoven into rolling rivers of light.
In a world devoid of color, where the sun and moon lack light.
Facing the onslaught from all directions, the person in the blue mask had only one palm to offer. With this palm, he held the universe in his hand, shattering the approaching Vigorous Air into ash. Like a boulder amidst the waves, he stood unyielding for millennia.
