Chapter 383 - 188: Monstrous Sins
Chapter 383: Chapter 188: Monstrous Sins
As the Sect Leader of the Heaven-Slaying Sect and the Patriarch of the Zhao Clan, Zhao Wuji shouldn’t have allowed a few words from Fang Shuwen to shake his composure.
To outsiders, the Zhao Clan was one of the lofty Five Great Forces, an existence of immense prestige. People tripped over themselves to flatter and curry favor, ignorant of the price the clan had paid—and the deeds they had committed—for the sake of the Seven Emotions and Seven Sins Heaven-Slaying Saber.
As for comforting them, it was out of the question.
Within the Heaven-Slaying Sect itself, no one would dare comfort its Sect Leader.
The correct way to deal with a master of the Seven Emotions and Seven Sins Heaven-Slaying Saber was to constantly accuse them, making them feel the profound weight of their sins.
But no one would use such a method on Zhao Wuji.
And so, for twenty years, no one had ever spoken to him the way Fang Shuwen just had.
Faced with this unprecedented event, the turmoil in Zhao Wuji’s mind was so intense that his decades of bitter cultivation in the Seven Emotions and Seven Sins Heaven-Slaying Saber threatened to unravel.
In that instant, Zhao Wuji knew. ’I absolutely cannot let Fang Shuwen say another word...’
He knew he could potentially stabilize his mind amidst Fang Shuwen’s words, perhaps even achieve a breakthrough after this crisis.
But the person before him was Fang Shuwen.
The young man before him had stirred up a tempestuous storm since arriving in the Northern Domain and possessed immeasurably profound Martial Arts.
He would not give him the chance for a breakthrough.
Once Fang Shuwen noticed the fluctuation in his Martial Arts, what awaited him would no longer be that previous, probing palm strike, but an earth-shattering blow.
Thus, Zhao Wuji dared not hold back any longer. He finally unleashed the saber technique he had steeped in sin for twenty years.
HUMMMMM!!!
A mournful saber glow flickered with a blinding red.
Streams of black light mingled within the red glow, flowing like liquid ripples.
The saber intent circulating around Zhao Wuji’s body caused the very air in sight to distort, as if scorched by a blazing sun.
The snow on the roof was drawn by the saber’s edge, breaking apart into fine snowflakes that swarmed towards the glowing blade.
The gravel on the ground, the tiles on the roof, and the doors and windows all trembled incessantly under this sharp aura.
The slightest leak of Sword Qi left long, deep gashes in the ground.
At that moment, the faces of the two people outside the door, and of Zhao Ziying leaning against the wall, drained of all color.
They dared not linger and instantly leaped away.
Zhao Ziying remembered to call out to Long Qingzhi, but Long Qingzhi did not move. She leaned against Fang Dabao, standing quietly behind Fang Shuwen.
Zhao Ziying glanced back at Zhao Wuji, whose right hand was now raised high, its sharp edge aimed at the heavens. Ultimately, she did not dare to remain.
With a tap of her foot, she instantly distanced herself from the area.
And at that very same moment, Zhao Wuji’s saber fell.
Seven Emotions and Seven Sins Heaven-Slaying Saber—Sinful Slash of the Heavens!!
It was a slash that defied description.
Its sharpness was so keen, its light so brilliant, that it could seize one’s very soul. It felt as if merely gazing upon the Sword Qi descending from the heavens would get your soul utterly annihilated by the strike.
The sea of clouds recoiled from the saber’s glow, parting in two in an instant.
Before the blade even fell, a vertical line of energy appeared, originating from Zhao Wuji and bisecting the entirety of Cold Valley Town.
It was as if this one strike would cleave the entire town in two.
Cold Valley Town seemed dilapidated and uninhabited.
But in reality, members of the Heaven-Slaying Sect were everywhere.
This was a strike he had not used in twenty years. It drew them out from their hiding places. Gazing at the pillar of Sword Qi that connected heaven and earth, they all held their breath.
Merely witnessing it brought a despair so profound one couldn’t even manage a wail.
They dared not imagine what kind of Human Purgatory it would be to face this slash personally.
Everyone believed the legend Fang Shuwen had forged in the Northern Domain Martial World in such a short time was about to be utterly annihilated by this slash, brought to a dusty, unceremonious end.
Until... the deep, resonant toll of a great bell suddenly rang out.
Those watching from high ground could faintly see a bell manifesting around Fang Shuwen.
A golden bell!
A translucent golden bell enveloped Fang Shuwen, Long Qingzhi beside him, and Fang Dabao.
And just like that, the Seven Emotions and Seven Sins Heaven-Slaying Saber, with all its invincible momentum, viciously struck the golden bell.
The rampant saber glow vented its power without restraint.
Wherever the saber glow passed, ruined buildings were shattered and the earth was covered in cracks.
But in that same instant, Zhao Wuji’s face turned grim.
He saw two distinct paths of destruction. With Fang Shuwen as the epicenter, the saber’s glow had been split in two, streaking in opposite directions across the entirety of Cold Valley Town.
And Fang Shuwen... was completely unscathed!?
’How is this possible?’
At this moment, Zhao Wuji’s heart was filled not just with shock, but with rage!
He was uncontrollably furious!
’For this one slash, I endured for a full twenty years.’
’Day and night, I immersed myself in boundless sin, repeatedly hammering my own heart, forcing myself to live constantly in torment.’
’And after twenty years of torment... this is the result?’
’I couldn’t even fucking break through that kid’s Body-Protecting Divine Technique!?’
’Then what the hell have my last twenty years even been for?’
Just as the rage in his heart was about to boil over, he heard... HUMMMMM!!!!
An indescribable tone suddenly erupted.
It was both a moment of sudden, jarring enlightenment and a rude awakening.
’This is the Formless Sound Gang!’
Fang Shuwen’s Twelve Officials Golden Bell Shield was at the Realm of Great Perfection; any attack that landed on him would be converted into the Formless Sound Gang.