Chapter 1117 - 1117 In terms of Swordsmanship, I Fear No One
1117 In terms of Swordsmanship, I Fear No One
A sword swung, and the roaring astral winds exploded!
With this strike, the immortal aura within thousands of miles instantly solidified.
All living beings sensed it and turned their heads towards the direction of Yunlan City.
A visible whirlpool appeared in the sky, descending towards the ground.
“Boom!”
Between heaven and earth, the sword’s radiance thundered and roared.
Above Yunlan City, a golden giant sword descended, fiercely colliding with the head of the Sky-Rending Condor.
The force of that sword caused the heavens and earth to tremble, and in everyone’s eyes, it was as if the entire sky was collapsing and crashing down!
Who could stop such a powerful force?
Even Peng Zhenyao, who had gathered the power of a two-million-mile-long sword, couldn’t withstand this heaven-piercing sword!
“Slash—”
The sword’s brilliance flashed and passed!
The Sky-Rending Condor’s body, stretching tens of thousands of feet, was directly cleaved in half, exploding into clouds of dust.
A single strike.
Ten miles outside Yunlan City, a middle-aged sword cultivator with a pale complexion and fear in his eyes held a long sword.
“Facing the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, daring to challenge fate—commendable courage,” Han Muye’s voice faintly reached his ears.
He was Peng Zhenyao, who had gathered the power of a two-million-mile-long sword.
Unfortunately, his sword was no match for Sword Immortal Yunlan, Invincible Han.
Invincible Han’s sword shattered Peng Zhenyao’s sword momentum, causing the heavens and earth to quake. At this moment, all the onlooker cultivators gasped in awe.
This figure, capable of challenging fate, couldn’t even withstand the might of Invincible Han’s single strike.
“I’ve lost…”
Peng Zhenyao shook his head with a look of disappointment on his face.
The sword momentum he had condensed was the essence of his Dao.
He had intended to rely on this Grand Dao Sword to overcome the Five Decays of Heaven and Man with the momentum to conquer the world.
However, Invincible Han saw through it.
Holding the longsword in his hand, Peng Zhenyao walked forward step by step.
With every step he took, his aura weakened.
After 10 steps, he appeared frail and aged, with weathered features.
“The Five Decays of Heaven and Man!” This scene made people exclaim in shock.
“He wants to gather his strongest power before the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, to challenge Invincible Han, Sword Immortal Yunlan, and to challenge himself.”
“What a pity…”
Looking at Peng Zhenyao’s elderly appearance, countless cultivators felt complex emotions.
This was the tribulation that stopped 99 percent of immortal cultivators—the Five Decays of Heaven and Man.
Any cultivator who reached the peak of the Human Immortal Realm had to go through this step.
A once peerless immortal cultivator turned into an ordinary mortal, with all their strength dissipating. Who could bear such a predicament?
“Since I set foot on the path of immortality, I have never been slack, progressing steadily until today.”
“Unfortunately, I am still powerless to cross the realm of Heaven and Man, falling into this Five Decays.”
“Well then, I’ll be a mortal. So be it…”
Peng Zhenyao walked with the support of his sword, muttering softly. In his cloudy eyes, there was a hint of aging.
Why were there more powerful individuals and cultivators in the Dao sects?
Because the Dao sect’s cultivation methods were the easiest to pass through the Five Decays of Heaven and Man.
Whether it was the demonic sect or the sword cultivators, they all represented a spirit of continuous advancement. Once their sharpness was worn down, it was difficult to regain their fighting spirit.
Among those who had passed through the Five Decays of Heaven and Man in the world of cultivators, there were even fewer sword cultivators than demonic cultivators.
Seeing Peng Zhenyao in such a state, many people shook their heads in pity.
With his current state of mind, it was impossible for him to pass through the Five Decays of Heaven and Man.
As a sword cultivator, his karma was too heavy, and once his state of mind was tainted, he would never be able to rise again.
“Peng Zhenyao, where is your sword?” Just at that moment, Han Muye’s voice came from Yunlan City.
Sword?
The sword was in his hand.
“I started wielding the sword and killing at the age of 13. I cultivated swordsmanship, comprehended the way of the sword. For 130,000 years, the sword has been with me, accompanying me in my heart,” Peng Zhenyao said in a low voice, gripping the sword tightly in his hand.
For 130,000 years, the sword in his hand had become like an extension of his own body, inseparable from him.
“Is this sword truly yours?” Han Muye’s voice sounded again, tinged with indifference.
Peng Zhenyao, holding the hilt of the sword tightly, suddenly raised his head, lifting the sword in his hand. His aged face showed signs of excitement, flushing slightly.
“This sword has been with me for 30,000 years. It started as an ordinary treasure, nurtured over time, and has now become a middle-grade spiritual treasure. We have spent 30,000 years together—”
As he spoke, he suddenly trembled, and his face turned pale in an instant.
He had gambled with this sword and his 300-year life to challenge Invincible Han .
He had lost.
He had lost to both a person and the sword.
He trembled all over, his gaze falling on the sword in his hand.
When he made the bet, he was determined to go all out. If he won, he would break through the realm of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man in one go, becoming an Immortal Sword Cultivator.
If he lost, he would hand over the sword and face the Five Decays of Heaven and Man himself, possibly remaining dormant for three to 500 years.
His thoughts were firm and resolute at the beginning.
But now, as the moment approached to hand over the sword, he realized how reluctant he was.
“This sword is named Luoyuan, I hope City Lord Han will treat it well…”
Peng Zhenyao’s voice carried reluctance as his fingers slowly loosened their grip on the sword’s hilt.
He acknowledged his defeat.
The sword floated in the air as Peng Zhenyao closed his eyes slowly, not wanting to look at it.
The sword hummed softly, and to the other sword cultivators present, its sword song felt desolate and mournful.
“What’s a sword?”
Han Muye didn’t take the Luoyuan Sword, but spoke calmly, and his words echoed in the surroundings.
What was a sword?
The sword was a killing weapon.
The sword was the Dao of cultivation.
The sword was sharp.
For sword cultivators, there was no one who did not know what their sword meant to them.
The other sword cultivators around remained silent.
They looked at Peng Zhenyao, who had abandoned his sword.
Sword Immortal Yunlan’s words were definitely meant for him.
For a sword cultivator to give up the sword in their hand, hearing such words would undoubtedly cause discomfort.
But he had already won, so why bother to taunt further with words?