Chapter 120 One Sword Destroys the Army
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With the wrath of an ordinary man, blood will splatter within five steps.
With the wrath of an emperor, corpses will number in the million.
What about a Sword Immortal's wrath?
Once, the wrath of a sword immortal brought forth countless flowers all over the mountain.
Also once, the wrath of a sword immortal caused thunder and tempest in the sky.
And also once, the wrath of a sword immortal broke an army of ten thousand, and killed thousands of men.
His sword was named Army Destroyer, ranked fifth among the famous swords under Heaven. He once held this sword against the Nanjue army. Alone against the army of ten thousand, he killed two thousand of the enemy soldiers, after which the Nanjue army finally collapsed and fled. After that war, his name became known among the Nanjue soldiers in the same vein as ghosts, and they kept retreating. However, he was not some benevolent and righteous warrior. He killed the Nanjue army not for the sake of Beili country and state, but because when the Nanjue army invaded on horseback, they disturbed his afternoon nap.
The only sword immortal among the five sword immortals who didn’t distinguish between righteous and evil. In the name of wrath, he raised his sword with anger, left no room for negotiation, killed without asking if it’s right or wrong, and broke the army with his tyrannical sword. Placed second amongst the Four Great Evils, after Demonic Cult Leader Ye Dingzhi - the Wrath Sword Immortal Yan Zhantian.
Whether it was Ming Hou who wielded a titan blade, or Su Changli who held a great sword, they both followed the martial arts of this senior. Using wrath to cultivate an army, using wrath to use that army. As for Su Changli’s Great Sword Soars, it was originally an imitation of the Army Destroyer sword. In front of such a person, the five words "nether duke kills in fury" almost became a joke.
A hand stretched out and held the golden titan blade that Ming Hou had brought down. Ming Hou glared in anger, having exhausted all of his strength, and he couldn’t move another inch forward. With a sudden wave of his right hand, the swordsman pushed Ming Hou back.
"Arhat Anchor? Even Buddha can't hold me!" The swordsman shouted in a deep voice. Wuxin could feel that the qi he was using to hold him back was broken immediately and he retreated quickly. The swordsman thrusted the great sword in his hand into the ground, and his right hand grasped onto the hilt. "Very well. You want to see my sword, I will let you take a good look. But don't regret it!"
Around the hilt of the sword, the sword aura burst outwards, and the swordsman drew his sword instantly. The surrounding land exploded. A cold light appeared on the blade, and there seemed to be blood twisted around the sword body.
"Army Destroyer sword, ranked fifth among the famous swords under Heaven, also known as a tyrant’s sword." Wuxin’s expression finally showed some measure of surprise. "You really are the Wrath Sword Immortal!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the sword reached Wuxin.
According to the legends of the martial world, the Wrath Sword Immortal had only three sword moves. The first move was called, Sword Drawn with Fury. When he drew his sword, it was also when he attacked with that sword. There was no hesitation whatsoever in the middle!
Wuxin yelled out furiously, his sleeves dancing, white robe flying, and shouted, "Stop!" A huge inner bell appeared in front of him.
Inner Bell of Prajñā Divine Art! He had used this martial arts before in the confrontation with Jin Xian Gonggong, but this was not a secret art from the Rakshasa Hall. It was passed to him by his master, Wangyou. All his life, Reverend Wangyou didn't like fighting with others so he devoted himself to studying this Prajñā Inner Bell, using the heart of Buddha to block the sword of killing.
But that inner bell was instantly pierced through by the sword.
Wuxin retreated, his palms pressed together, white robe flying, and successfully formed the inner bell numerous times. But, they were all smashed one sword move at a time by the Wrath Sword Immortal, each sword aimed at Wuxin's chest. The sword speed was extremely fast, and Wuxin’s eyes glowed with golden light, using his Divine Eye. In his eyes, the sword speed was instantly slowed down tens of times. He tipped his toes slightly, and his entire body leaned backwards in an almost impossible posture - Divine Step.
The Wrath Sword Immortal's sword continued slashing across his chest, leaving behind bloody tracks.
Wuxin slammed his palms hard on the ground, and his whole person lay on the ground and retreated backwards. He stopped by Ming Hou's side, then slowly stood up, brushed off the dirt on himself and sighed. "How shameful."
"You have entered the Unfettered Heavenly Realm." Yan Zhantian put down his sword and said in a deep voice.
Wuxin shrugged. "So what if I’ve entered the Unfettered Heavenly Realm? Facing a senior such as the Wrath Sword Immortal, I’m still getting thoroughly beaten."
"Why did you enter Beili?" Yan Zhantian asked, his hat still pressed low, hiding the look on his face.
Wuxin asked, "Then why did you return to Beili? As far as I know, Senior Wrath Sword Immortal has been traveling in the Northern Barbarians for several years, so why did you suddenly think of coming back?"
"You don't seem to understand my rules." Yan Zhantian put the sword on his shoulder and reached up to press down his hat.
"Dare I ask what are Wrath Sword Immortal's rules?" Wuxin smiled bitterly. This time, when he returned to Outerheaven, he used his foundation of the Six Higher Knowledges of Buddhism to re-cultivate his martial arts in Langyue Paradise. He quickly entered the Unfettered Heavenly Realm. But, compared to the Wrath Sword Immortal who entered the Heavenly Realm more than ten years ago, it seemed as if this Unfettered Heavenly Realm wasn’t that great after all.
"My rule is, only I can ask others questions, others are not qualified to ask me." Yan Zhantian walked forward step by step. "If you want to ask me, ask my sword first."
Tang Clan.
Outside Lianyue Pavilion.
Grandmaster Tang was sitting on the steps outside the pavilion, slowly smoking his pipe one mouthful at a time. The Lianyue Pavilion behind him had its main doors closed, and the building was wrapped by several long chains. At each of the four directions, a Tang Clan disciple stood guard, closely guarding the Lianyue Pavilion. When Grandmaster Tang finished smoking the entire pipe, Tang Huang finally arrived in a hurried state.
Grandmaster Tang put down his pipe and asked quietly, "Why are you back on your own? Where's Tang Lian?"
Tang Huang lowered his head. "Outerheaven Sect Leader Ye Anshi appeared suddenly and rescued Tang Lian."
"What Outerheaven Sect Leader? He’s just a kid in his teens." Grandmaster Tang knocked his pipe on the ground with a few taps.
Tang Huang bowed his head and dared not speak. He felt each knock and tap on his heart and he was so nervous he broke into cold sweat. Although he succeeded Tang Lianyue to take charge of the Outer School, when compared to Tang Lianyue, his posture before the Grandmaster was far too different.
"You are both disciples of the same generation. You are far beneath Lianyue." Grandmaster Tang sighed.
Tang Huang nodded. "Yes."
"But because Lianyue is a gifted talent, he will not submit to our control." Grandmaster Tang stood up. "Tang Lian left and we can let him go, but that girl is troublesome. General Ye Xiaoying is not someone we can afford to offend. Otherwise, the Tang Clan will face many troubles on the road ahead. Now we can only pin our hopes on an old friend."
"Old friend?" Tang Huang was puzzled.
"An old friend is coming to meet me. That old friend has an odd temperament, and he will instantly kill someone if he doesn’t like them. He happened to be on the way to Tang Clan, and he should have already arrived by now." Grandmaster Tang stood up and walked forward slowly. After walking for a long time, he turned around, looked at Lianyue Pavilion, and sighed. "Lianyue, if I kill your most beloved disciple, does that mean you and I will never see each other again in this life?"
There was no sound inside the Lianyue Pavilion, as if there was nobody inside.
Grandmaster Tang didn't seem to want any answers. He turned around and continued walking forward step by step.
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