Chapter 490 - 276: Martial Emperor’s Disciple!? (Part 2)
Chapter 490: Chapter 276: Martial Emperor’s Disciple!? (Part 2)
It seemed as if there was an endless torrent of Sword Qi swirling around He Jingming.
In a trance, it was like a towering mountain, wrapped with countless sword marks on the mountain.
Yet under the fluttering of He Jingming’s sleeves, all were concealed perfectly, except for that Sword Qi which was impossible to hide, rising skyward with an overwhelming momentum.
Facing this person, Luo Wushuang could no longer turn his back on him.
He stepped back and glanced sidelong at He Jingming:
"You, Elder, have not left the Taiheng Sect in forty years. If you refrain from taking action today, you might still enjoy the rest of your days in peace.
"Why make things difficult for yourself?"
"Li Junmo and Guan Changying are the future of our Taiheng Sect. Your actions today cut short the prospects of our sect, an enmity unparalleled!
"As it seems now, these forty years of seclusion were meant for... to cut you down with a single strike!"
As He Jingming’s voice fell, he suddenly bent his finger and pointed.
A fierce golden Sword Qi shot forth from between his two fingers, dazzlingly bright, its sharpness seemingly able to cut down the setting sun.
Faced with this finger, Luo Wushuang merely sighed softly and pointed back.
It was hard to describe the brilliance of this single finger!
In Chu Qing’s keen eyes, this seemingly simple finger of Luo Wushuang actually concealed countless mysteries.
The person had been concealing his skills all along, his true martial arts mastery was astonishingly extraordinary.
Yet unexpectedly, this finger fell and hit nothing but air.
The essence of the Hidden Cloud Sword lies in the ’Hidden’ aspect. Hidden, unseen, undetectable.
Everyone knew He Jingming had one sword.
Yet he could hide this sword right under the noses of everyone in the world.
Where was it hidden?
The moment the question was born, the answer was already evident.
Hidden within his sleeve!
The clouds exit the sleeves, one sword cuts Cyan Mountain!
In reality, it was not just one sword!
Back at the ancient gathering, Chu Qing did not know how many Sword Qi He Jingming wielded with this move, but at this moment, as He Jingming shook his robe, streaks of golden Sword Qi flew forth from his sleeves, circling silently to Luo Wushuang’s back as he was focused on the finger in front of him, targeting his heart directly.
At the same time, He Jingming withdrew quietly.
Just as Luo Wushuang detected something strange behind him, it was almost too late.
But then he suddenly smiled:
"A fine technique!"
His empty left hand raised slightly, forming a flower-picking gesture, and pressed downward swiftly.
The action was straightforward, yet the transformations it brought about were beyond everyone’s expectation.
He Jingming’s Hidden Cloud Sword, under this finger, seemed irresistibly drawn in, flowing into the flower-picking finger of Luo Wushuang’s left hand.
Then Luo Wushuang’s right hand finger pressed down abruptly.
Though He Jingming was now distant, this finger’s force flew out and emitted light like a sword.
A phantom of finger wind enveloped in a pale golden hue, rushed directly at He Jingming.
He Jingming’s pupils contracted sharply, bringing his two fingers together to point, yet he suddenly heard three puffs emerge from his chest.
He looked down to find his chest now drenched in red.
Three strands of finger wind, silent and unnoticed, had come from behind him, penetrating through and reaching his chest.
The technique used was nearly identical to his Hidden Cloud Sword.
Only, the Sword Qi had transformed into Finger Force, more covert and miraculous.
The original finger, its wind lingering at He Jingming’s brow with a three-inch gap, the finger force diffused and spun continuously before vanishing into the formless.
Luo Wushuang softly remarked:
"I told you to enjoy your twilight years, but you didn’t listen. Hidden Cloud Sword? Far off... There used to be a Martial Art known as South Wind Concealed Sword Technique that followed a similar path of hidden sword, yet they were open and honest, whereas you... a deceitful rogue, dare call it swordsmanship?"
He Jingming’s face flashed crimson and he couldn’t help but want to speak, yet with a burst, blood spewed from his mouth.
"Uncle Master!"
"Seize this madman!"
The remaining elders of the Taiheng Sect, seeing He Jingming defeated in one move, all leapt into action.
Each wielding a variety of Sword Techniques.
This correlated with the Taiheng Sect’s founding principle. It was said when the sect’s founder established the Taiheng Sect, he claimed that the way of the sword was ever-changing, unique to each individual’s understanding. Thus, the sect used the Taiheng Seven Swords to open the gateway of the sword within one’s heart, allowing each disciple to choose what suited them best.
In this way, among the Taiheng Sect’s disciples, aside from the Taiheng Seven Swords and a few other obligatory methods, most have their own insights.
For instance, Ling Beichen had the Seven Extremes Seven Transitions Seven Injuries Sword, and Li Junmo even developed a Sword Capturing Art, techniques not originally part of the Taiheng Sect’s lineage, but creations of their own.
Eventually, they would all be inscribed on the Sword Enlightenment Cliff, for later disciples to study and practice.
Now, as the elders acted, some swords moved lightly, others heavy as mountains, some transformed mysteriously, and others flashed like lightning...
In the blink of an eye, Luo Wushuang found himself surrounded by swords.
Yet he remained composed, his left hand in a flower-picking gesture, lifting then pressing down, as if his fingertips had a magical pull. These diverse sword strikes were diverted the moment they came near, each long sword clustered under this pinching finger.
Then he flicked his right sleeve, and with a series of bangs, all Taiheng Sect elders present were sent flying.
This sight took everyone present’s breath away.
Lan Shuyi’s face changed dramatically... who was this man? How could he possess such high-level Martial Arts?
He knew more than the other spectators, understanding that the elders today were not at their peak. The day Wen Fusheng caused havoc at the Sword Pavilion, most of today’s elders were beaten by Wen Fusheng.
Presumably, their injuries couldn’t have healed so quickly by now.
Yet even so, Luo Wushuang’s performance was still astonishing.
Chu Qing also showed a slight shock, but more so, he was deeply puzzled.
The Taiheng Sect disciples, upon witnessing this scene, should have rushed forward immediately, but witnessing so many elders defeated by Luo Wushuang in one move, not a single one dared act rashly.
Although the Taiheng Sect elders were sent flying, their swords remained in Luo Wushuang’s grasp.
With a wave of his hand, these swords were flung high, then fell one by one, embedding into the ground in a row.
Turning to Chu Qing, he smiled:
"Forgive the display."
Chu Qing waved a hand:
"I thought you were skilled in swordsmanship."
"The sword at my waist is just for decoration."
Luo Wushuang chuckled:
"When people think I’m skilled with a sword, a single finger will poke them to death. I imagine their expressions at the brink of death will be quite amusing."
"I said, how could there be someone so naive in the Martial World..."
"Are you referring to the meeting at the grand gathering? For that, I must thank the Third Young Master."
Luo Wushuang clasped his hands in a salute:
"If not for the Third Young Master’s rescue, they would have undoubtedly perished."
Chu Qing suddenly sighed:
"Evidently a Martial Emperor disciple, why engage in such disgraceful acts?"
"I..."
The two spoke swiftly, Luo Wushuang’s voice stopping abruptly.
When he looked up at Chu Qing once more, a never-before-seen heavy murderous aura flashed in his eyes:
"Is the Third Young Master drunk to the point of babbling nonsense?"
His voice was slow, each word laden with intense killing intent.
Chu Qing gazed at him silently, slowly uttering eight words:
"Thousand sources to one path, myriad transformations to unity!"
Luo Wushuang’s face, initially unpleasant, was brief, turning into a light sigh:
"Excellent insight, I thought no one across the Southern Domain would recognize this move of mine."
"It has been long renowned, something to aspire to."
Among the Three Emperors and Five Sovereigns, each possessed Secret Techniques, with the Profound Emperor Shang Qiuyu’s Nine Profound Divine Skill being one, the Ghost Emperor Modo’s methods were bizarre, blending righteousness and evil, the specifics being scarcely more than hearsay, none have seen them.
But the Martial Emperor Li Juechen was different.
This person reigned through martial mastery, skilled in fists, feet, palms, fingers, and claws, yet most widely spoken of was the move just used by Luo Wushuang, Thousand sources to one path, myriad transformations to unity.