Chapter 142 - 92: I’m Waiting for a Heavy Rain (Part 2)
Chapter 142: Chapter 92: I’m Waiting for a Heavy Rain (Part 2)
He was getting serious.
Only now, in his Great Demon Fiend state, was his full combat power unleashed, rivaling the Innate Realm.
"Why must you..."
Su Chen stopped, whispering.
In his eyes, the other’s Longevity Fire flickered like a dying flame in the wind. Even with some kind of skill sustaining him, transforming into a Great Demon Fiend was still rapidly consuming it.
This was a common affliction for all the Great Yu Life forms revived from the Ancient Coffins, be they Acquired or Innate Realm cultivation Grandmasters, or even Ancient Immortals.
Life was exceedingly precious, and even methods to extend it had their limits.
Once a battle began, if they couldn’t end it quickly, they would inevitably be depleted to death.
However, it had only been seven or eight years since the lands were unified. The new generation of Grandmasters had only reached the Third Realm, Self as Dragon.
No one had heard of any of them being depleted to death yet.
"You want to fight me."
"How much life do you have to spare!"
Su Chen was smiling.
It was a mocking smile.
"Insolence!"
"I am of the Innate Realm!"
"Allow me to show you the true might of an Innate!"
The Red Flood Dragon was enraged.
BOOM!
The Nujiang River churned. Amidst its roiling, countless torrents of water transformed into a single drop of Heavy Water, then more and more, forming a torrential sword rain that blotted out the sky.
Each drop of this Heavy Water sword rain could slay a Self as Dragon expert! Ten drops could slay someone at the Sub-Innate level.
Before them, the torrential sword rain numbered in the tens of thousands, having drained half the river’s water.
The Jinjiang Nu River, which crossed Zhou and Liang and stretched a hundred thousand li across the land, could not replenish its lowered water level in time.
"This is your sword?"
Su Chen laughed.
A hearty laugh!
A laugh of mockery.
"Let me show you what a true sword is!"
Su Chen’s expression turned serious.
Beneath the torrential sword rain, his smile faded.
The Dust-Washing Sword was already broken.
He held no sword in his hand, but the will in his heart could match ten million swords in the Human World!
No sword!
Is also a sword!
No physical sword could bear the will in his heart. This will, in itself, was a sword without an edge, yet it was the sharpest of all!
This was the true Moon-slaying!
A single breath of will to slay the moon in the sky.
"Ridiculous."
"When I first cultivated the sword, you were naught but dust!"
"How dare you show off your meager skills before a master of the Sword Dao like me?"
The Red Flood Dragon laughed, his voice laced with scorn as he looked down at this strange, yet suicidal, mortal.
His Heaven-Sealing Sword Rain was a technique he had refined for eight hundred years!
His opponent, at the absolute most, even if he had started his cultivation in the womb, had only practiced the sword for forty years.
With what could he possibly block his Innate Sword Technique, the Heaven-Sealing Sword Rain that stood above the three realms of a Grandmaster!
"I have a sword; I invite you to behold it."
Su Chen spoke.
But as Su Chen spoke, the tens of thousands of Heavy Water swords that filled the sky came to a halt.
Sword Intent erupted.
The Heavy Water trembled.
The Heaven-Sealing Sword Rain disintegrated.
All because of the eruption of that single breath of will!
BOOM!
This sword of will had no edge, nor was it carried by Sword Qi. It emerged from Su Chen’s body, yet it was like the most peerlessly sharp sword in the world.
It could slay heaven and earth!
It could slay mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas!
It could even slay every living creature under the heavens!
It was incomparably sharp!
The will in his heart was formless, yet it was the sharpest sword in the Human World!
"This..."
The nine-hundred-zhang Red Flood Dragon’s pupils constricted. It trembled, terrified, its very soul shuddering.
It churned the river and overturned the sea.
But this time it wasn’t attacking. It was fleeing—fleeing into the depths of the riverbed, fleeing toward the hundred-thousand-li Jinjiang Nu River a thousand li away.
’So, the will in one’s heart can truly become a sword... and one so terrifying, so incomparably sharp.’
’It was merely intent, yet it surpassed all forms of power.’
It fled.
It didn’t dare to fight!
All because the Wind Snow Sword Immortal before it, who had cultivated for no more than thirty-odd years, truly possessed the power of the Innate Realm and could deplete its life force until it died right here.
The Immortal Arrival was imminent.
Mortal Cultivation held supreme opportunities.
It did not want to die here.
"It fled?"
"The Black Abyss Elder Council doesn’t seem so strong after all."
Su Chen watched the Red Flood Dragon retreat into the distance.
He still had a third sword.
Though it was only in its nascent form, though he couldn’t fully control it, and though it would harm him as much as his enemy, if he were to unleash it, it would have been more than enough to send this old Demon Fiend on its way.
This was an Immortal Sword Technique!
Perhaps.
It seemed unremarkable.
Perhaps.
Even in its nascent form, it was comparable to the Ten Extremes Immortal Techniques.
This sword was this Human World’s Eleventh Jue—a Ten Extremes Immortal Technique belonging to Su Chen alone!
The battle came and went quickly. It created terrifying, earth-shattering shockwaves that destroyed islands in the river and countless mountains along its banks.
And yet, it was eerily calm.
It drew no attention from the world, nor did it cause a stir in the four corners of the land. Even the countless Tower Ships and Painted Boats on the river thirty li away were completely unaffected, their occupants still singing, dancing, and lost in decadent revelry.
This was a clash at the Innate Realm!
A clash at the Second Realm of Power: Merging!
Even if it happened right beside them, ordinary cultivators—even Grandmasters who had not entered the Merging Realm and reached the Innate Realm—would be unable to sense the slightest trace of it.
If they were caught in the crossfire and died, they would simply be dead.
Innate.
The pinnacle of Mortal Cultivation.
A true ascension.
Below the final Ascension to Immortality, an Innate powerhouse could slaughter an Immortal with a backhand strike!
This was the Innate Realm!
Even the Powerhouses of the Black Abyss Elder Council aboard the Treasure Island Tower Ship were still unaware that the single-horned old man had made a move and had already been defeated and forced to flee.
This battle was earth-shattering, yet utterly unremarkable, with no one to bear witness.
CLAP. CLAP. CLAP!
The sound of applause rang out.
"Marvelous!"
"I have witnessed all the swords under heaven. I have even watched the thousands of swords wielded throughout the life of that Great Yu Sword Immortal, an ultimate Demon who ascended through martial prowess."
"Unfortunately, at twenty, he struck the Heaven-Striking Gate, achieved the Innate Realm, and finding no path forward, he transitioned from martial arts to the Immortal Dao and ascended."
"Of all the swords under heaven, only this sword of yours, in my eyes, is the most breathtakingly brilliant. It has already entered the Divine Communication Realm and can be considered the pinnacle of the Innate Sword Dao."