Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
…A full 5 thousand feet of space, be it people as strong as Xuanwu ancestors or the weak bugs and ants, they were all rooted.
It wasn’t that time was frozen, but a huge pressure was added to all their bodies.
Zong Shou himself wasn’t familiar to these few king path moves. Moreover using the sword to replace the fist was even more unfamiliar.
The sword attack had exploded out, not only those Xuanwu ancestors and return to sun spirit masters who tried to escape, but even people on his side was suppressed by the heaven sword aura.
Out of everyone there, only Hu Qianqiu and 20 odd people who reached 7 meridians and above could move. However, they only felt their hands and legs being bound like they were in a swamp, their movement being obstructed.
As for Wuye Zhenren and Lihu Jichang who were in mid-air, their bodies pretty much stopped halfway in the air.
Although Zong Shou couldn’t control his sword, there was some suppressive strength that was added to their bodies.
It caused them to be unable to recover their lightning-swift speeds even when they went all out.
Their eyes were filled with emotions, like on their bodies were heavy mountains and oceans, pressure multiplying in them.
Wuye Zhenren’s eyes turned red. How could he die here? He was the 3rd generation direct disciple of Daoming Sect. In the future, he had the talent to become an 8th realm body shaping spirit master. His future was limitless! How could he die in Gantian Mountain City, in the hands of such a kid?
He had to return to his Sect and report to his Sect. If he couldn’t recruit this Zong Shou into his Sect, then they had to think of a way to quickly kill him.
In his entire life, he had never seen such a shockingly talented junior! If he was allowed to grow, it would be a calamity for the Daoming Sect. In just 10 years, Zong Shou would be stronger than Zong Weiran and become an unprecedented enemy of the Sect!
The willow leaf flying sword behind him instantly shot out, piercing through the heavy sword images, like a tornado as they cut at the surrounding space.
Sword energy shot about, the wind danced about, causing his speed to finally increase. Wuye’s face revealed some joy as he felt that he was about to escape and rise into the sky.
Only to hear Zong Shou holler.
“…the achievements of an overlord are achieved from a hundred battles!”
A dragon-like dragon light charged up, like the mountains and rivers in a thousand miles had all merged into Zong Shou’s sword.
The vast sword light surged furiously for thousands of feet towards the sky as it slashed across.
Wuye Zhenren’s face instantly twisted. He crazily hollered, instantly activating all his soul power to cause those 48 swords to instantly merge into one to chop down. It clashed with the sword glow and a loud explosion broke out!
48 willow leaf swords instantly broke apart. They all flew apart, some of the swords which were hit head-on were all broken into pieces and became metallic shrapnel.
That sword energy didn’t reduce as it struck over. Then, there was a Low smack and a red mist exploded out.
Wuye Zhenren’s body seemed to have no resistance at all as he was crushed by the sword energy.
The sword wasn’t sharp but it was majestic like a mountain. This was why he was shaken into pieces and not cut up into pieces.
Blood rain scattered, drop by drop all around the altar.
There were even a few drops on Zong Shou’s face. He smiled, revealing his teeth. At least he dealt with one, making him feel much more relaxed.
His head was filled with sweat as he felt more and more tired. But he still shifted his eyes to Lihu Jichang. Stepping forward, his speed although couldn’t compare to those true ascended ancestors it wasn’t lower than Wuye who was flying on the artifact. Even after he was stopped by the mountain river fix, he still managed to flee 3 thousand feet and was close to a mile away.
His eyes shining as the nine qilin sword in his hand once again trembled, forming numerous illusions.
There were a total of 4 moves of the incomplete first technique. This was the 3rd fist and also the 3rd sword…
“Why not raise your glasses and get drunk!”
Once again the sword was raised and stabbed out. It caused tens of millions of illusions.
Zong Shou’s body was like he was drunk, stumbling on the altar.
Lihu Jichang gritted his teeth, suddenly taking a talisman out from his sleeves and threw it behind him. It instantly formed a shield shape, gathering the energy of heaven and earth. It was silver-white, looking firm and solid. It covered a hundred feet and protected Lihu Jichang’s body.
And standing above the altar, that Zong Ling’s brows furrowed in astonishment.
“It’s the spiritual cloud shield talisman!”
Thinking that no wonder this Jichang would so arrogantly say that if they could block Hu Qianqiu and the others for 200 more breaths it would be enough. So it was a grade 8 talisman drawn by a body forming spirit master!
Zong Shou didn’t even take a look, his mind only immersed in the sword stroke. The tens of millions of sword light he stabbed out weren’t only illusions.
The person who created this fist technique was truly a legendary figure. Using this drunk-like body shape to adjust energy and true qi, using the energy of heaven and earth, a ruler’s country strength. The speed of the sword was several times faster than just now.
He didn’t care whether or not he could break that metal shield or whether or not he could kill that Jichang. He only knew that he needed to try his best! Even if he couldn’t break it he won’t feel any regret.
His soul ocean had entered a realm joyous level. This was the joy of seeing prey. Although this fist technique was an incomplete piece, it’s theories were things that Zong Shou had never seen in the future where martial arts were common and spread through various channels.
One sword, two sword! 4 sword! 7 sword! 9 sword!
After 2 breaths when the 9th sword was stabbed out, that silver spiritual shield was smashed into pieces. Then, the sword pierced through, like scaring away the birds and pillaging the wilderness, charging forwards once more.
Jichang was going all out and had finally nearly broken through Zong Shou’s sword attack’s restriction. However, when the shield was broken, the 10th sword light also chopped down, filling him with shock and despair.
Roaring out without hesitation, he smacked back with the halberd, frantically chopping down with all the energy in his body! When the sword and halberd clashed, there was a loud metallic ring in the air. Numerous clouds were pushed aside by the frantic energy.
Jichang spat out blood, his 2 arms seemed to be paralyzed, unable to raise any strength at all.
In the next instant, the 11th sword sieged over. The true qi in Jichang’s body was pretty much dried up, but at that moment, his life potential was brought out. He roared out, his body moving once more and flashing into the distance, his trajectory not changing.
However, in just a short moment, his face was filled with despair. He saw the sword was similarly indiscernible, going back to the thousands of sword light from before and crazily covering over.
All of a sudden, he had nowhere to go, his body went slow for a moment as he felt a vast giant strength striking him.
“Peng!”
Another thud and blood and meat scattered. Along with the light wind, it spurted down and about.
The other Xuanwu ancestors and return to sun spirit masters were wiped clean by Hu Qianqiu and the others in those tens of breaths. The entire altar returned to deathly silence.
Xue Moyan died! Wuye Zhenren died! Lihu Jichang died! Below ascended realm, 3 of the top experts of the world which could all casually be people who stun the west of Donglin a loud continent had all fell successively in just that short moment!
In everyone’s thoughts, the one they expected to have the lowest chance of surviving was standing on the platform, totally fine. He didn’t have a single injury on his body.
At this moment, even people with the most imagination were filled with a sense of unrealness.
On the contrary, their impression of the teen on the platform had changed.
Although he was thin and weak, the overbearingness when his sword came out was enough to make everyone present tremble.
His face seemed immature and young, no different from normal teens. But he was able to recruit Zong Yuan, have the lightning-quick methods from yesterday, and even bloody slaughter top experts. These actions gave one a deep impression, and one couldn’t forget it.
“This was the so-called a tiger acting like a pig, too cunning! Such talent was pretty much cheating. Xue Moyan and Wuye, how unfortunate…”
Chai Yuan sighed in his heart, looking at the center of the altar a hundred feet away. He smiled slightly and felt that the glow that Zong Shou was exuding from his body was extremely eye-piercing.
He was also feeling slightly lucky. He felt lucky that he wasn’t willing to work with the Xue family and stepped out of this swamp.
Although he didn’t stand on the right side, at least he didn’t choose the wrong path.
However, the ruler hid it deeply.
Such an absolute talent like the prince was able to willingly be despised and looked down on by others and didn’t break his cover.
He shocked everyone all at once!
He took a look at the person who was heavily injured and his knees broken, and Chai Yuan moved away in disdain.
Before this, he wanted to support Zong Yang to maintain the Gantian Mountain business. That was because although the prince was the son of the ruler, he didn’t have much to do with the former race leader and instead had a conflict of interest.
In his heart, he admitted that this Zong Shi was the most talented person of the Zong family in this generation and the one with the most right to inherit the monster king position.
However, to compare the two now was impossible. It was exactly what Hu Qianqiu said, he was an unassuming scum!
The prince was like the clouds in the sky that one couldn’t climb above! Zong Shi, no matter how eye-catching he was before, was just dust in the ground, mud for people to step on.
Zong Shou kept his sword, only feeling the true qi in his body and the spiritual energy in his soul ocean was all sucked dry.
The hundred war sword should be the most overbearing sword out of the 4. Slashing out hundreds of swords. However, when facing a group, he still couldn’t display that amount of skill with his current cultivation.
And that drunken sword was also extremely strong. Its sword speed was extremely quick, illusionary and indiscernible. It used up a lot of energy, far from what he could support.
Half a day passed and Zong Shou barely recovered. However, his face still had a drunken red look.
In his heart, he had some comprehension. Merging with the incantation of the 4th fist stance, he suddenly understood the mood that the person who had created the fist had.
Looking at it, it was expanded from the indefinite spiritual emperor fist. Was its master Zong Weiran?
…This fist technique wasn’t broken, but that it just it wasn’t completed?
After thinking for a moment, Zong Shou was unable to determine the answer. He shook his head and stopped bothering about it.
However, he suddenly turned back his head, looking towards that old priest Zong Ling and smiling, “A good ceremony was interrupted. Who knows. If I use this Zong Shi’s head to worship the heavens, will they forgive me!”
