Chapter 481: Chapter 289: Sixteenth Dragon Slaying Form, a Match for a Saint, Conclusion of the War of the Seven Kingdoms
’It’s time to end this farce.’
’Time to end the Great Yan Dynasty’s Celestial Mandate ahead of schedule.’
’How could he, a dignified Upper Three Grades Sword Immortal of this age, an ancestral figure of the Wanluo Sword Sect, possibly lose to a Celestial Martial Artist?’
Lu Mingyuan would wait no longer. He stared in Liu Tiandu’s direction and said:
"Come. Fight!"
Liu Tiandu glanced at the beautiful Female Sword Attendant beside him and said softly,
"My sword."
Upon hearing him, the beautiful Female Sword Attendant nodded. A sword-shaped sigil appeared on her forehead, shimmering.
A jade-green, ghostly radiance erupted, forming a pillar of fire hundreds of yards thick and stretching for dozens of miles, striking a corner of the heavens.
The entire valley grew unbearably hot from the power of this Flying Sword. The crisp, breezy autumn instantly transformed into a sweltering summer.
From the Sword Attendant’s forehead, Liu Tiandu drew a long sword, ancient and grey-green.
Holding the Flying Sword, his gaze was indifferent as he said,
"Today, I will let you witness what a true Sword Immortal is."
Liu Tiandu raised his Flying Sword, and countless streams of Sword Qi appeared, centered on him.
Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root.
Across the entire continent, all Sword Cultivators looked in the same direction as the swords at their waists began to hum and vibrate uncontrollably.
Everyone felt the terrifying sharpness of this Sword Intent.
At that moment, Liu Tiandu unleashed his first strike.
A corner of the sky lit up.
WHOOSH!
A single sword strike cut a brilliant beam of light across the sky, connecting north and south, as dazzling as a sun.
This was the first time Lu Mingyuan had truly witnessed a Sword Immortal—an Upper Three Grades expert—in action, so he observed with great concentration.
Invincible in the Mortal World meant invincible beneath the Saints.
Above the Mortal World were Immortals, Saints, and the Dao itself.
Upper Three Grades experts did not act rashly. They were the most powerful beings in the world. A single move could decide the fate of an entire city or nation.
Lu Mingyuan showed no hint of panic at Liu Tiandu’s terrifying power. He simply watched in silence.
BOOM!
In an instant, the entire sky lit up.
Lu Mingyuan realized he was locked on by the Sword Intent. He felt gravity and space itself pressing in from all directions, rendering him immobile.
The sensation was like drowning in a sea ten thousand meters deep. Crushed by the immense pressure of the water, a person would lose control of their body, unable to breathe, until they finally exploded.
The sword light stretched for hundreds of miles, spanning the continent from north to south. Its Powerful Qi was razor-sharp, its trajectory like a meteor’s. It wasn’t just capable of cleaving stars; it was tearing space itself asunder.
Seeing the Wanluo Sword Immortal’s unparalleled power, Sui Yuqing’s Heart Spirit trembled violently. She looked up to see that the very clouds in the sky had been split in two and were now collapsing.
It was a terrifying power she could not possibly withstand.
’Can Lu Mingyuan really block this strike?’
Just as the sword light was about to descend...
"Fourteenth Dragon Slaying Form."
At that moment, Lu Mingyuan, who stood on the ground, swung his saber. He slashed out an arc of Saber Qi that rose from the ground like a bright crescent moon.
Sizzling Thunder crackled like a layer of armor over the surface of his Martial Dao Body.
RIIIP!
The sword light severed the saber-wielding arm of the Martial Dao Body and shot straight toward Lu Mingyuan.
Lu Mingyuan’s eyes turned cold. He thrust his saber forward, his body becoming one with the blade, and collided with the sword light once more.
KABOOM!
Two terrifying waves of Qi swept out in all directions.
The Martial Dao Body, which had lost an arm, grew a new one. It raised both hands above its head and caught the Wanluo Sword Immortal’s world-shaking strike. The Sword Qi hissed.
From a distance, it looked like a giant catching a blade with its bare hands.
Inside the giant, a man swung his saber, fighting back against the sky-blotting sword strike.
On the ground, stray streams of Sword Qi caused the land for dozens of miles around Lu Mingyuan to collapse and sink.
[Engaged in a fierce battle with a Sword Immortal. Trait "Holy Will" triggered. Power of the Dragon Slaying Saber Technique is multiplied by one hundred!]
In that instant, the previously evenly-matched Saber Qi surged in power.
It instantly pierced through the ocean of Sword Qi, shattering the sword strike. The aftershocks pulverized several nearby towering mountains, turning them to dust.
Only the spot where Lu Mingyuan stood remained completely unharmed.
The saber light re-formed into the shape of Lu Mingyuan.
A sudden silence fell between heaven and earth.
In the sky, on the ground, and throughout the valley, the many powerful Middle Fifth Grade Cultivators who witnessed the scene found it as bright and stunning as a meteor streaking across the night sky.
’Can someone with a Mortal body truly withstand the power of a Sword Immortal?’
Without reaching the Upper Three Grades, one remains a Mortal.
The Upper Three Grades represent a fundamental elevation in one’s level of existence, a transformation that makes one as venerable as heaven and earth.
"A Martial Saint reborn! This is truly a Martial Saint reborn!" exclaimed a white-haired, white-bearded old man in scholar’s robes, who had lived for eight hundred years. His voice trembled.
"The Central Plains World hasn’t produced a Martial Saint in many years. It’s been five hundred years since the last renowned one."
"Lu Mingyuan’s saber strike is unparalleled in all of history."
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The Cultivators present were all dumbfounded to see Lu Mingyuan actually block the first strike.
Those who didn’t know better might have thought the Wanluo Sword Immortal had gone easy on him.
In reality, Liu Tiandu hadn’t held back at all; he had used every ounce of his power.
To ensure he could kill Lu Mingyuan, he had even consumed an Elixir to boost his combat power.
This display of power left Luo Lingxiao, who was watching from nearby, stunned for a long time. He lamented despondently, "He can even block a Sword Immortal’s full-power strike... How can Lu Mingyuan be so strong? To be born in the same era as him is truly my greatest misfortune."
Wuxun frowned and said coldly, "Why compare yourself to him? With your Cultivation and influence, you are more than capable of restoring the Golden Crow Country to the status of a Dynasty. He is merely courting death. There are still two strikes left. Let’s see how long he can last."
In fact, Lu Mingyuan had blocked the first strike.
The next two would be even easier for him to handle.
"Fifteenth Dragon Slaying Form."
"Sixteenth Dragon Slaying Form."
Lu Mingyuan focused his mind, feeling the true essence of the Dragon Slaying Nineteen Forms.
The Dragon Slaying Nineteen Forms represented nineteen different Realms of mastery. The Six Forms could kill a Grandmaster. The ninth could kill a Golden Core Qi Cultivator or a Dragon Gate Martial Artist. The twelfth could kill a Celestial Human, a Saint and Sage, or a True Monarch. The Eighteen Forms could kill a Bodhisattva or a Saint. And the nineteenth form feared not even the Three Ancestors of the Three Religions, a Throne Great Demon, or the Great Nether Divine Venerable.
With his current Cultivation, he had already mastered up to the Sixteen Forms.
The Dragon Slaying Sixteen Forms could stand against a Saint!
’This will be enough to block the next two strikes.’
In an instant.
A saber light appeared.
Lu Mingyuan unleashed a single saber strike at the Wanluo Sword Immortal in the sky.
Even the many high-level Cultivators present, as they watched his strike, saw sixteen different afterimages.
Each afterimage had a different posture, but all of them shot uniformly toward the sky.
"What is this Saber Technique?"
"It’s so exquisite."
"I saw so many phantoms, all layered on top of each other."
"Based on his Saber Technique alone, Lu Mingyuan is already on the level of a Martial Saint. Compared to the Sword Venerable, the student has surpassed the master."
The more perceptive observers realized that while it appeared to be a single strike, it was actually sixteen strikes in one.
Each strike contained its own unique Dao of the saber.
It was obvious that Lu Mingyuan had already reached the pinnacle of the Sword Dao.
Lu Mingyuan’s aura and Cultivation continued to stack, his power steadily climbing.
As he unleashed the Dragon Slaying Sixteen Forms, enhanced by the one-hundred-fold power multiplier, it became even more terrifying.
Beneath this one strike, the world became clear and bright.
The saber light pierced through the clouds and smashed into Liu Tiandu’s immortal body.
The great Wanluo Sword Immortal had underestimated the quality of this strike. He was sent flying backward by the beam of saber light, looking rather pathetic.
Fortunately, his Flesh Body was powerful and had already undergone immortalization, so he wasn’t seriously injured. His expression, however, was extremely ugly.
He stabilized himself in the sky, his Immortal Qi flaring uncontrollably.
’How is this possible? A Celestial Martial Artist not only masters such an exquisite Saber Technique, but can also erupt with power comparable to a Martial Saint?’
"Again!"
The immortal’s voice was deafening, traveling for countless miles, a testament to the boundless fury in his heart.
He was a magnificent Immortal who looked down upon the mortal realm and saw all living beings as ants.
What had just happened was, to him, an utter humiliation.
"I merely underestimated you! We fight again!"
A vast ocean of Sword Qi manifested at Liu Tiandu’s feet, connecting heaven and earth, resembling a starry sky.
"Apologies, but that was three moves."
Lu Mingyuan reminded him.
Liu Tiandu gritted his teeth but ultimately did not attack again. It wasn’t that he feared Lu Mingyuan, but because he saw a patch of bluish-purple thunderclouds appear in the sky behind him.
Within those clouds stood the figure of the Five-Thunder Upper Immortal.
After a glance, Lu Mingyuan turned to Luo Lingxiao and the other members of the Six Nations’ Pride. His voice was firm as he said,
"It’s time for all of this to end."
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