Chapter 394 - 191: The Seven Absolutes of the Divine Sword
Chapter 394: Chapter 191: The Seven Absolutes of the Divine Sword
Everything Chen Mengzhu had was condensed into this single sword strike.
She transformed into a stream of light. In that instant, it was impossible to tell if the woman wielded the sword or the sword wielded the woman. They seemed to have merged into one.
This was the most brilliant sword strike of her life.
It was also the strongest sword strike of her life!
And it was the final sword strike of her life...
She was confident that even if Fang Shuwen could kill her, he would die by her blade.
TING!!!
A soft chime shattered Chen Mengzhu’s eardrums, and blood trickled from her ears.
She still held her sword, but its tip had come to a dead stop.
Looking up, she saw that what had stopped her blade was neither a weapon nor treasured armor.
It was one of Fang Shuwen’s fingers.
"This... How is this possible?"
Chen Mengzhu’s resolve completely shattered, and she voiced the same question as Zhang Feiyang.
Zhang Feiyang had been confident his Sun-Cutting Sword could sever Fang Shuwen’s hand.
Chen Mengzhu had been confident this strike of hers could take Fang Shuwen’s life.
But in the end, they had both underestimated Fang Shuwen.
Unresigned, Chen Mengzhu frantically circulated her Inner Strength. Waves of Sword Qi erupted from her blade, shredding the surroundings. Even a Divine Swordsman who had been about to rush forward to help was killed by her rampaging Sword Qi.
But Fang Shuwen just sighed.
"That’s enough. You’ve done your best."
Chen Mengzhu’s ears were deafened; she couldn’t hear Fang Shuwen’s words.
But she could see the shape of his mouth as he spoke.
And the palm strike coming right for her.
The strike ignored her Sword Qi and her sword.
It seemed feather-light, as if containing no force at all, as it landed on her head.
Her entire world instantly went dark.
The body fell, but the sword remained.
Fang Shuwen took the sword. Seeing the two words "Divine Wood" engraved on the blade, he nodded slightly.
"A fine sword indeed. And the so-called Sword Masters are truly masters after all."
Previously, whether it was Sword Master Geng or Zhang Feiyang just now, they had seemed like nothing more than clay chickens and pottery dogs to him. He hadn’t felt anything worthy of the title ’Sword Master’.
But Chen Mengzhu’s performance just now had forced him to look at the three Sword Masters in a new light.
’Now that I think about it, the other two died before they could truly make their move. Otherwise, they might have displayed their own brilliance, just like Chen Mengzhu.’
He extended his five fingers, pulling Chen Mengzhu’s scabbard from her waist. He sheathed the sword and, with a flick of his wrist, tossed it to Sun Buping.
"Hold this for me."
Sun Buping scrambled to catch it, but in doing so, he drew the attention of the surrounding Divine Swordsmen.
Just a moment ago, their gazes had been completely fixed on Fang Shuwen and the two Sword Masters. They had forgotten that Fang Shuwen had someone with him.
In a flash, rage welled up in their hearts, and malice filled their minds.
’We can’t beat Fang Shuwen, but can’t we take care of Sun Buping?’
Immediately, several charged toward Sun Buping with killing intent.
Unexpectedly, they really couldn’t beat him...
Sun Buping was, after all, the Sect Leader of the Cyan Sheep Sect. Even the three Sword Masters might not have been able to best him. Within the entire Sword God Palace, only Ye Wufeng was a mountain that Sun Buping would find difficult to shake.
As for these Divine Swordsmen...
To say they were lambs to the slaughter might be an exaggeration, but they couldn’t hope to harm a single hair on his head.
The two Divine Swordsmen who reached him first were slapped to death by his two palms in the blink of an eye.
Fang Shuwen glanced at him and suddenly smiled. He shifted his fist’s momentum, and a colossal fist shadow descended from the sky.
Sea-Shaking Divine Fist—Hammer Sea Shocking Heaven!!
BOOM!!!
A tremendous roar echoed from below the mountain gate steps. The stairs themselves were blasted to rubble, and the men on them were mangled beyond recognition.
Fang Shuwen stepped onto the stairs and flicked a finger.
Though these Divine Swordsmen didn’t know the name of this technique, they knew its power. The ones in his path hastily retreated.
But the explosion from his Finger Power still engulfed them.
Someone tried to launch a sneak attack from mid-air, but before he could land, Fang Shuwen shattered his skull with a palm strike. He casually tossed the corpse into the crowd.
Palm Power, fist momentum, finger winds.
Blood, wails, and severed limbs.
They all mingled together, a gruesome symphony accompanying Fang Shuwen’s advance as he pressed on, step by step, toward the Sword God Palace.
At first, the Divine Swordsmen of the Sword God Palace were just like those Jianghu people who had recklessly thrown their lives away for the Glazed Saint Body. They constantly charged at Fang Shuwen, only to be struck down.
It wasn’t that they weren’t afraid of death.
Even those Jianghu people who had died at Fang Shuwen’s hands had, in fact, been afraid of death.
They had charged forward one after another, to put it bluntly, for a chance at a better future. More importantly, after hearing all the stories about Fang Shuwen, they ultimately felt it was all an exaggeration.
’What if it’s all just talk?’
’What if it’s all fake?’
As the saying goes, it’s not the certainty but the "what if" that gets you. Once a person latches onto that sliver of a chance, that thought of "just maybe," they are often not far from death.
It’s just like a gambler thinking, ’What if I win this one?’
Unfortunately, when a gambler loses, they lose their silver, their future.
But these men were losing their lives.
Compared to that other group, the Sword God Palace had one less reason—the Glazed Saint Body—but one more: defending their sect.
As for everything else... they also harbored that "what if" mentality.
Even though all three Sword Masters had already died at Fang Shuwen’s hands, they had strength in numbers. Surely they had a fighting chance?
This continued until the bodies of Divine Swordsmen paved the path Fang Shuwen had walked.
They finally realized... they truly didn’t have a fighting chance.
Facing Fang Shuwen, they were like lambs to the slaughter.
After more than two hundred of them had died charging to their deaths, they finally recognized this fact... and then, a familiar scene unfolded before Fang Shuwen’s eyes.
The group in front of him held their swords, identical looks of panic on their faces. For every step Fang Shuwen took forward, they took one step back.
’...Have you all rehearsed this or something?’ Fang Shuwen grumbled inwardly. But this time, unlike at Celestial Martial Peak, he showed no mercy.
He clenched his right fist, and it felt as if all the energy from the eight directions was siphoned away by his single punch.
He suddenly threw the punch...
Sea-Shaking Divine Fist—Four Shocks and Waves Splitting!
This fist was like a surging wave, erupting with four successive layers of Fist Force.
Fang Shuwen had used this Fist Technique once before when it was not yet perfected. Back then, the people in front were killed, while those behind were merely sent flying.
Now, his Fist Technique was only a hair’s breadth away from Great Perfection. The power it unleashed was naturally on a completely different level.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!
Four muffled explosions detonated in the most densely packed part of the crowd.
A large swath of the Divine Swordsmen blocking his path up the mountain was cleared away in an instant.
"RETREAT!!!!"
Someone let out a heart-rending roar.
"This beast is invincible!!"
The other Divine Swordsmen stopped resisting. They all turned, took flight, and scrambled toward the Sword God Palace.
Fang Shuwen’s expression remained calm as he continued walking, step by step, toward the Sword God Palace.