Chapter 239 - 128: The Death of the Confucian Sword Immortal (Part 2)
Chapter 239: Chapter 128: The Death of the Confucian Sword Immortal (Part 2)
With that said,
Soul Void Master looked at the Confucian Sword Immortal and smiled.
"I can add another Outer Body Incarnation to my collection!"
At this moment, the Confucian Sword Immortal’s eyes widened in a furious glare, his anger reaching its absolute peak.
"You... you dare kill my friend?!"
BOOM!
In that instant, the Confucian Sword Immortal’s robes exploded. Sword Charm burst from his body, his chest heaved violently, and he spat out a terrifying, blood-red stream of Sword Qi.
"KILL!"
This was none other than the Sword of Slaughter Skill, one of the three strongest Sword Control skills!
No!
This Sword of Slaughter Skill was no longer the Foundation Establishment Sword Control Skill.
In the Confucian Sword Immortal’s hands, he had already forged his own path with it, turning it into his own Core Formation Realm Divine Technique!
Now, under the blood-red Sword Qi,
Heaven and earth fell silent!
The so-called Grand Array shattered into pieces in an instant.
At this same time,
Soul Void Master’s expression changed.
But two other figures slowly emerged from the Void.
"As expected of one of the Ten Masters of the Eastern Domain. If the three of us don’t team up, we really can’t take him down."
The Old Emperor let out a strange "Jie Jie" laugh.
Beside him,
a bald monk with a necklace of skulls hanging from his neck nodded in agreement.
"To make the three of us Demon Children join forces... Confucian Sword Immortal, you truly are remarkable."
On the other side,
If the Confucian Sword Immortal had wanted to escape, he could have.
But he didn’t.
If he fled, Jiang Baiyi would surely die.
’This is the struggle for the Immortal Path. Even if you achieve fame and have a limitless future, a fatal calamity can arrive without warning!’
’Baiyi, oh, Baiyi!’
’Don’t you dare avenge me!’
The Confucian Sword Immortal glanced back in the direction Jiang Baiyi had fled. This one look was a final farewell, his eyes filled with gentleness. When he turned back, his gaze had returned to its cold harshness. He clasped his hands behind his back, undid the crown from his hair, and with all the wild abandon of a scholar, threw his head back and laughed loudly.
"I began my Sword Dao cultivation at three and was unrivaled in Swordsmanship by ten."
"To be honest,"
"I was always more interested in Mortal Cultivation than the Immortal Dao. It’s a pity that a path forward in cultivation had already been set, so I had no choice but to step onto this battleground for the Immortal Path!"
"I have cultivated for sixty years!"
"I have a One Sword Divine Technique that I have never shown to another soul, for it was born from the Sword of Slaughter Skill, and it kills not only the enemy but myself as well!"
"Today, since there is no chance of survival!"
"Then allow me to offer you all a spectacle!"
"Hahaha!"
At that moment, the world seethed. A blood-colored Demon Shadow emerged from the Confucian Sword Immortal’s body. It wielded a sword imbued with the ancient aura of Annihilation and slaughter, and it slashed out at the three Demon Children before him.
In that instant, heaven and earth fell silent!
"What?!"
"The Mountain Sea Realm is a Great Realm!"
"You’re only in the Core Formation Middle Stage, yet you can elicit a response from heaven and earth! That’s something not even a Core Formation Late Stage Divine Technique can do..."
The three Demon Children’s expressions all changed at once.
BOOM!
A White Bone Buddha, a Seven-winged Strange Bird, and a roaring Giant Shadow of the Dead Soul appeared.
The three Demon Children dared not be arrogant any longer. No longer caring about concealing their tracks, they all struck out at once, each using their strongest Core Formation Divine Technique to counter the attack.
「In the distance.」
In the Book Collection Martial Pavilion, Su Chen could also sense the disturbance. He looked toward a point a thousand miles outside the Daqi Imperial Capital.
He saw a single sword strike.
An incomparably brilliant use of the Sword of Slaughter Skill!
Only someone like Su Chen, who had also reached the Peak of Perfection in the Sword Dao, could truly appreciate how astonishingly brilliant that single strike was.
Unfortunately,
that sword strike was merely a prototype. Its power was too terrifying; the Confucian Sword Immortal couldn’t control it at all.
If he could truly control it,
the Confucian Sword Immortal wouldn’t just be one of the Ten Masters of the Eastern Domain. He would be in a league of his own, reigning supreme over the so-called Ten Masters.
’The Confucian Sword Immortal is about to fall.’
’However, it won’t be his three terrifying enemies who kill him, but his own sword strike!’
’Killing the enemy by first killing oneself!’
’He’s truly pushed the ferocity of the Sword of Slaughter Skill to its absolute limit...’
Su Chen shook his head.
He did not approve of this method of advancing the Sword of Slaughter Skill.
At this moment, Su Chen extended his palm. A thread of blood-red Sword Qi condensed upon it, and a phantom-like, blood-colored Demon Shadow tried to form, but due to his low cultivation realm, it dissipated as soon as it gathered.
"What?"
"What happened?"
Prince Xue hadn’t clearly heard what Su Chen said.
When it came to cultivation, he had no Spiritual Root and had never set foot on the Immortal Dao.
His comprehension on the path of cultivation was shallow. Even with personal guidance from an Innate Realm expert and countless Treasure Medicines, he had barely been pushed into the realm of First-Grade Cultivation. Naturally, he couldn’t sense the terrifying aura from a thousand miles away.
"It’s nothing."
"It has nothing to do with us."
"You focus on your sweeping, and I’ll focus on my flowers and herbs."
Su Chen withdrew his gaze and returned his attention to the medicinal herb field.
However,
before long,
the Imperial City was in an uproar.
Countless nobles and Immortal Dao Tributors rushed frantically to find the Emperor and the Crown Prince to discuss matters, all looking as if the sky was falling.
In fact,
it was no different from the sky actually falling.
A thousand miles away,
there was the Xinglong River and a city called Xinglong City.
Just moments ago,
the Prefect of Xinglong City had galloped at top speed to report in person.
Beside the Xinglong River, what was once a mountainous region had now been reduced to scorched earth covered in blood-red sword marks. And at its center stood a figure: the Profound Celestial Sect’s Confucian Sword Immortal!
One of the Ten Masters!
The weight of a thousand mortal kingdoms combined couldn’t compare to a single hair on the Confucian Sword Immortal.
Now,
such a monumental figure had died within the borders of their Daqi territory.
"The sky has fallen!"
"The sky has truly fallen!"
"First, the White-clothed Daoist was defeated by the Imperial City’s Innate Nine Lives Prodigy, and now, even the Confucian Sword Immortal is dead..."
Crown Prince Yi slumped to the ground, utterly distraught.
At this moment,
the authority of Daqi that he normally coveted to an extreme degree now felt like a hot potato in his hands, sending a chill of fear through his heart.
He even,
for a moment, felt a little envious of Prince Xue.
"Quick, find my Imperial Father!"
"We must discuss this matter..."
On this day, the Imperial City was in chaos. Some nobles were already packing their valuables, preparing to flee Daqi Country. Others gathered at the Imperial Palace like ants on a hot griddle.