Chapter 981: Chapter 980 The Trend is Unstoppable_1
Water columns, dark curtains, blade lights—each layer of Vigorous Air was enough to kill Shi Xiaole, let alone three layers. In anyone’s eyes, this was an absolute deadlock with no chance of survival.
The Purple Wood Sword Emperor had already given up all hope.
Regret? Perhaps there was some, but it wasn’t regret for risking his own life; rather, he lamented the irreparable regrets in his heart.
Clang!
A sword cry resonated through the clear skies for thousands of miles, like numerous strings of music played out of sync, carrying an imperial majesty that Purple Wood Sword Emperor had never experienced before, and it rushed to meet him head-on.
"This is..."
The Purple Wood Sword Emperor turned his head in shock to see a scene he would never forget.
Amidst the myriad crazy tearing auras, a ball of Sword Qi arose out of nowhere, segregating an absolutely safe domain. At the center of the domain, the young man in green stood tall and jade-like, his hair fluttering. With the swordsmanship that was so different and grandly imposing, he seemed like a Sword Emperor who commanded the world, naturally noble and heroically gallant.
Even the three layers of Vigorous Air on the periphery were submissive to his sword’s momentum, unable to advance an inch, allowing the Purple Wood Sword Emperor to clearly imprint this scene in his memory.
"One Sword to Fame."
With a silent shout in his heart, Shi Xiaole swung his long sword, gracefully slicing forward, as a tall and majestic figure flashed before his eyes.
Mu Yingxiong!
Indeed, the killer technique Shi Xiaole had drawn this time was the ultimate move from Mu Yingxiong—"One Sword to Fame," extracted from an obscure sword art.
If the Sword Saint is a holy sword, and Wuming is a divine sword, then Mu Yingxiong is an imperial sword, the sword of an emperor.
Emperors should stand proud, shining brightly above all else. However, for the sake of his sworn brother Wuming, Mu Yingxiong was willing to remain unknown, keeping his edge hidden without any regret.
His talent was no less than Wuming’s, his martial skills no less powerful, but their personalities were poles apart, which is why the nameless sword art he derived from the Hero’s Sword was also distinct.
In the moment when the Sword Qi surged, what Shi Xiaole sensed was not a detachment from worldly affairs but an emperor-like dominion over all beings—an imperial aura. This reflected Mu Yingxiong’s own personality, merged with his swordsmanship.
Shi Xiaole meditated silently, time seemed to slow as for the threats outside, he no longer took them to heart.
Shsss.
A slight noise, and the three layers of Vigorous Air were torn like paper, the Sword Qi arrogant and wild, instantly swallowing the three Earthly Realm Martial Emperors who had just been so smug and fierce.
"No!"
"You..."
"Ahhh!"
Wherever the Sword Qi passed, it dissipated like smoke, charging straight toward the north, plowing a sword scar across the void tens of thousands of meters wide and of unknown length, where the split in the void took several moments before slowly closing up again.
The residual Sword Qi was still stirring, shocking the hearts of everyone around, and the previously fierce battles stopped because of this momentum.
After a long while.
"Who, just now, who made that move?"
The Angry Flame Emperor’s voice trembled as his white eyebrows flickered non-stop.
The power of that sword had definitely reached the Heavenly Realm level. Frankly, a Heavenly Realm swordsman could suppress everyone present.
True Water Emperor’s face turned pale. The elder in black from the Dark Sect took back the darkness of night, held his breath, and others from the four major forces were all on high alert, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Even the Wood Empress and others were shaken, finding it hard to speak for a long time.
Finally, the place where the Sword Qi had erupted calmed down; not a trace was left of the three Earthly Realm Martial Emperors. In the center, a huge black pit had appeared, yet the figures of Shi Xiaole and the Purple Wood Sword Emperor were nowhere to be seen.
"Could it be, a hidden expert saved those two and made their escape? They used a sword, and it was so powerful—could it be an elder from the Kirin?"
The Limitless Dao Emperor silently speculated, muttering to himself, making everyone restless.
Thinking about it carefully, the Kirin had achieved pseudo-Earthly Realm strength before forty years of age. Even considering his talent, could he advance that rapidly without a great teacher’s guidance?
Aside from everything else, just considering the endless stream of his sword moves and methods, it was not something that could be explained by mere chance; it was more like a terrifying legacy, wasn’t it?
The residual power of that sword was still there, and coupled with the Limitless Dao Emperor’s very plausible speculation, it caused the complexions of the experts from the four major forces to look extremely ugly, as if they had lost their parents.
"This matter must be reported to the sects as soon as possible to prevent future troubles," the Angry Flame Emperor thought darkly and somewhat regretfully, thinking that if they had known such a change would occur, the Yan Family might not have taken any action at all.
Mu Ling’er landed next to the Wood Empress, and master and disciple exchanged glances, both shaking their heads. Despite their confusion, the fact that the four major forces had not succeeded was already the best outcome.
Yan Yuchai left, Shi Xiaole’s whereabouts were unknown, and with the deterrent of the ’peerless master’, no one dared to trouble the three Yan family members anymore, allowing them to charge into the light gate.
A storm had ended in such an anticlimactic way.
"Damn it, what the hell just happened?"
After leaving through the light gate, a man with a prominent nose and a round face cursed fretfully, looking quite anxious.
This time he was ordered by the Sect Leader to protect Shi Xiaole, but because he wanted to test the other’s ability, he delayed the chance to save the man. Now making a careless mistake, where would he find him?
"Done for, this is the Divine Wind Hall Master, I heard Protector Han thinks highly of him."
The man with a skyward nose turned pale, hurried through the second layer of Mist Rain Town, and vented by striking out at the experts from the Misty Rain Alliance and the Lake Sea Alliance, killing many along the way.
"Eh?"
He suddenly stopped in a hidden street corner, where two figures leaned against the wall, covered in blood, their fate unknown.
One was an old man with a see-through chest, his intestines almost spilling out, and the other one young and handsome, with temples graying – who else could it be but Shi Xiaole?
"Hahaha, finally found him."
With a flicker, the man with the skyward nose swiftly moved over. Without caring about the Purple Wood Sword Emperor, he felt Shi Xiaole for a moment, realized the situation was dire, and hastily took out healing medicinal pills from his bosom, stuffing them all into Shi Xiaole’s mouth.
Probably recalling that the Purple Wood Sword Emperor had also saved Shi Xiaole before, worried that Shi Xiaole might ask about it upon waking up, the man with the skyward nose snorted and then helped the Purple Wood Sword Emperor by channeling Vigorous Air to expel the blood.
"This old man is beyond saving, forget it, I should take them away from here right now to avoid trouble later. Once I hand them over, my mission will be complete."
He carefully picked up Shi Xiaole, grabbed the Purple Wood Sword Emperor, and the man with the skyward nose vanished into thin air, following the pathway he had found. Half a 2-hour period later, he left Mist Rain Town, heading south without stopping.
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The events of Mist Rain Town spread not long after through the Martial World of the Daxia in the Void Origin Realm.
After all, this big chance event involved nearly all the top-tier forces, and these forces’ Void Origin Realm Martial Emperors were bound to have their connections, so the news spread rapidly.
Of course, the four major forces kept silent about this since some of their actions were not commendable. However, their foes would not miss this opportunity, doing their best to spread the word, which only added to their impact.
"Is that Kirin from the Flying Horse Dynasty really that amazing, managing to defeat Emperor Yan’s only disciple?"
"Many witnessed that battle, so it’s no lie. Now it’s said that the young man has grasped the profound realm of Heart Sword, inheriting the legacy of the ancient Sword Emperors."
"The ancient Sword Emperor, isn’t that praise a bit too high?"
Whether on famous mountains and rivers, in sect’s secret grounds, or in ordinary courtyards, people would discuss this from time to time.
Not to exaggerate, but after the battle with Wudao Xuan, the name Shi Xiaole had become one of the most cited in the Void Origin Realm circles.
He emerged like a meteor streaking across the sky. Previously, some people’s impression of him was still that of the Flying Horse Dynasty’s number one talent or even a dual martial arts owner – impressive indeed, but somewhat vague.
And now, everyone had a direct understanding of him.
This rise in fame was also gradually spreading to the lower circles along with the Void Origin Realm Martial Emperors’ interactions and through instructing their disciples. Core disciples of top sects hearing of this were dumbfounded, finding it hard to believe.
"He actually defeated Wudao Xuan?"
In a certain attic of the Longevity Sect, Yu Yourong drew in a deep breath.
Having witnessed the battle at Wuyuan Palace, she had no doubt about Shi Xiaole’s talent. In Yu Yourong’s eyes, Shi Xiaole was the most outstanding among all the talented individuals she had seen and heard of.
But hearing that Shi Xiaole, not even forty, had defeated the fifty-three-year-old Wudao Xuan, left Yu Yourong unsettled for a long time.
I wonder, what will you be like the next time we meet?
Outside, a pool of spring water was being wrinkled by the breeze, and the floating lotus leaves scattered with it, as Yu Yourong gazed into the distance, her eyes brimming with tears.
This was a rarely visited small hill.
At its peak, two elders were sitting across a stone table, playing a game of Go.
"You old scammer, your divination was wrong, that youngster didn’t die," Qin Elder said, bursting into laughter as he made his move.
Seeing his old friend taking pleasure in the misfortune, the Heavenly Destiny Divine Fortune Teller helplessly shook his head, "People make their own fate, and in this case, situations which are part of fate’s river also have their own momentum. Momentum is sometimes big or small, so naturally, there are variables. It’s normal for this old man to occasionally make a mistake."
Qin Elder snorted, "Making excuses."
The Heavenly Destiny Divine Fortune Teller laughed off the retort, not taking offense. After a little while, he suddenly sighed, "Small tides are unpredictable, but the large ones are almost certain."
"Are you talking about Yan Zhenning being besieged?"
Qin Elder’s expression turned grave.
Compared to Shi Xiaole, who had been in the limelight, Yan Zhenning’s plight of being attacked by six experts, barely escaping death, and then rescued by a mysterious old man, to then disappear without a trace, was the most sensational matter.
To the general populace, it might seem like a dispute over interests.
But what were the Heavenly Destiny Divine Fortune Teller and Qin Elder? They had already penetrated the deeper levels of these secrets.
"The secret of people from beyond the heavens cannot be kept any longer, but this means that the impending storm will likely involve the entire East Victory continent."
"This day was inevitable, and it could only have occurred during a great era. The brightest era withers away, and the most dazzling epoch is reborn. The forces of both the righteous and the demonic have accumulated to their limits, and after this grand battle, all the toxins, the dark undercurrents will be cleansed one by one!"
The Heavenly Destiny Divine Fortune Teller’s eyes shone like lightning, and his normally gentle and refined demeanor became decisively fierce in that moment.
