Sword qi soared like a rainbow, piercing heaven and earth.
Over a hundred thousand strands of sword qi spat forth peerless killing intent in the void.
Immediately after, Su Monyan swung the long sword in his hand.
“Hum!”
The hundred thousand sword qi rapidly transformed, intertwining with one another to form a terrifying net that spanned heaven and earth.
“Suppress and slay!”
Su Monyan roared loudly.
In an instant, the sword net pressed down swiftly, unleashing a horrifying aura of destruction that enveloped Long Bodhisattva, intent on grinding him to pieces completely.
However, upon witnessing this sight, Long Bodhisattva felt no fear; instead, his battle intent soared.
“Well met!”
Long Bodhisattva bellowed, soaring into the sky. His fist advanced without hesitation, hammering fiercely at the sword net.
At this moment, Long Bodhisattva resembled an invincible war god. Divine light radiated from his body in all directions, like a body forged of diamond.
“Boom!”
Long Bodhisattva summoned his nine cave heavens, forcefully halting the descent of the sword net. Then, his aura surged explosively. His hands swung fists in rapid succession, his combat power flooding forth like a torrent, as if nothing could impede his punches.
“Bang!”
The fist smashed out, obliterating hundreds of sword qi strands in a devastating sweep.
In the distance, the spectating Yin-Yang Sect disciples all paled, staring at Long Bodhisattva in shock.
“He actually withstood the eighteenth holy son’s Nine Nether Sword Canon. Too terrifying.”
“His fists are imbued with an invincible intent. At the same realm, few can match him.”
“No wonder he dares to be so arrogant. Indeed, those who boast have the foundation to do so.”
“…”
The Yin-Yang Sect disciples, even at a great distance, could not help but feel a chill in their hearts.
One could imagine that if Long Bodhisattva’s fist landed on them, they would explode in an instant.
Seeing Su Monyan hovering in the air without continuing to strike made the Yin-Yang Sect disciples grow uneasy.
“I wonder if the eighteenth holy son can suppress him?”
“The Nine Nether Sword Canon is the eighteenth holy son’s most powerful killing move. If even the Nine Nether Sword Canon cannot suppress Long Bodhisattva, I truly do not know what other means the holy son has to capture him alive.”
“What if the holy son loses…”
A Yin-Yang Sect disciple had just spoken when he was sharply rebuked by a nearby cave heaven realm powerhouse.
“Silence! If the holy son hears such words, beware lest he send you into reincarnation.”
That disciple promptly shut his mouth.
The cave heaven realm powerhouse gazed at Su Monyan, worry filling his eyes, yet he said, “Rest assured. The holy son will not fall so easily. Long Bodhisattva is strong, but defeating the holy son is not that simple.”
“Do not forget, the eighteenth holy son once crushed countless geniuses to ascend to the rank of holy son.”
“His combat prowess is beyond doubt.”
Hearing this, the Yin-Yang Sect disciples on site breathed a slight sigh of relief.
“Indeed, the eighteenth holy son is a prodigy of unparalleled talent, highly favoured by the Sixth Elder.”
“The Sixth Elder once said that the eighteenth holy son’s talent in swordsmanship is exceedingly terrifying. Given time, he will surely become a peerless powerhouse.”
“The eighteenth holy son will certainly suppress Long Bodhisattva!”
…
Long Bodhisattva was utterly dominant. His fists hammered relentlessly at the sky, and soon, half of the hundred thousand sword qi had shattered.
Nine pitch-black cave heavens floated behind him, blocking the sword qi from approaching, making him appear impervious to all techniques.
In the air.
Su Monyan’s expression changed slightly. Long Bodhisattva’s strength startled him somewhat.
He was a heavenly prodigy among the younger generation of the cultivation world; otherwise, he could not have become a holy son of the Yin-Yang Sect. From Long Bodhisattva’s fists, he sensed immense pressure.
“This man is absolutely a formidable adversary of epochal proportions. I must suppress him swiftly.”
With this thought, Su Monyan pointed his long sword towards the sky and roared, “Nine Nether Sword Canon, ultimate strike!”
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
Strands of sword qi whistled forth, like dragons emerging from the abyss. In the blink of an eye, another hundred thousand sword qi appeared in the void.
Each strand stretched dozens of feet long, forming a vast sword forest that hummed and clanged, its sword cries echoing through the firmament.
The scene was more than ten times more terrifying than before.
At once, chilling killing intent blanketed the sky and earth, making one feel as if they had been plunged into the nine nether hells.
“The eighteenth holy son has unleashed the ultimate strike. This is his most powerful trump card.”
“Long Bodhisattva is done for.”
“The Sixth Elder’s order was to capture Long Bodhisattva alive. If Long Bodhisattva dies, will the eighteenth holy son face punishment?”
“No need to worry. The Sixth Elder greatly favours the eighteenth holy son and would never punish him over a mere Long Bodhisattva. He might even reward the holy son.”
In the distance, the Yin-Yang Sect disciples widened their eyes, afraid to miss the instant when Long Bodhisattva was slain.
“Forcing me to use this sword, you are impressive. Regrettably, once this sword falls, you are doomed to die.”
As Su Monyan’s words ended, with a “boom,” nine cave heavens also manifested behind him.
The nine cave heavens madly devoured the spiritual qi of heaven and earth. In that instant, Su Monyan’s essence, qi, and spirit climbed ceaselessly.
At this moment, Long Bodhisattva sensed a highly dangerous aura.
Yet, he remained his usual self: far from alarmed, he rejoiced. He shouted loudly at Su Monyan in the sky, “No matter what techniques you employ, today I will defeat you.”
Su Monyan raised his long sword and declared, “Unite!”
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
The hundred thousand sword qi spanning the sky rapidly converged into one. Finally, they formed a towering sword shadow hundreds of feet long, standing erect above Su Monyan’s head.
Su Monyan and the towering sword shadow seemed as one. At this moment, Su Monyan had reached the pinnacle of power.
“Boom!”
Su Monyan waved his right hand, and at once, the sword momentum rolled forth like an avalanche or earthquake. The void trembled violently, and the towering sword shadow radiated brilliant, dazzling light.
This sword shadow was like a peerless blade that cleaved open heaven and earth. Its razor-sharp edge made one’s soul quiver.
No matter who it was, before this sword shadow, they would appear utterly insignificant.
“Worthily a holy son of the Yin-Yang Sect. Indeed, you have some ability.” Long Bodhisattva’s eyes blazed like torches, his battle intent boiling over.
“Long Bodhisattva, any last words?” Confidence brimmed on Su Monyan’s handsome face. Clearly, he had absolute faith in this sword of his.
This strike not only condensed all his power but also infused his entire essence, qi, and spirit into it. At the same realm, it was invincible.
This was the ultimate sword, the invincible sword!
“Last words?” Long Bodhisattva sneered. “You are not yet qualified to make me leave any.”
“Since there are no last words, then off to reincarnation you go.” Su Monyan roared, “Slay!”
The towering sword shadow cleaved down from the sky, like a colossal peak toppling over.
Long Bodhisattva gazed at the descending sword, feeling as if his soul were on the verge of shattering. Even more terrifying was that Su Monyan’s sword contained an assault on essence, qi, and spirit.
Immeasurably powerful.
“I am Long Bodhisattva. I will become the most radiant figure among the younger generation of the cultivation world. You cannot kill me.”
The nine cave heavens behind Long Bodhisattva rumbled thunderously. A fearsome momentum shot straight to the clouds, dispersing the assault on essence, qi, and spirit.
Then, with a punch, he shattered the firmament.
