Facing Wu Hua’s ultimate strike, Ye Qiu actually abandoned all defence. Not only that, his eyes shot forth divine light, carrying an unstoppable momentum. He swung his fist and charged upwards against the heavens.
“He’s gone mad?”
“Wu Hua’s attack is so powerful. If he doesn’t defend at all, isn’t he just courting death?”
“The Holy Maiden is about to lose the man she loves.”
“We’re finished. We’re all going to die here today!”
“…”
The disciples of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect felt ice-cold all over. If Ye Qiu died, Wu Hua would never let them live.
Yet when Wu Hua saw Ye Qiu’s action, a trace of admiration actually rose in his heart.
“What a battle maniac. Worthy of being my rival.”
With that thought, Wu Hua declared loudly, “Ye Changsheng, to die beneath this move of mine is an honourable end for you.”
“The one who should close his eyes forever is you, bald donkey.” Ye Qiu pushed his entire combat strength to the limit and smashed straight into the colossal palm that blotted out the sky.
“Die!” Wu Hua’s thousand arms pressed down together.
Compared to his enormous body, Ye Qiu looked utterly insignificant, like a mere ant.
Just as Ye Qiu’s fist was about to collide with the thousand giant palms, a heaven-shaking sword cry suddenly rang out, resounding like a dragon’s roar.
Clang!
In the next instant, a strand of golden light burst from Ye Qiu’s left eye and slashed towards the thousand arms. It was as swift and fierce as lightning.
Wu Hua’s pupils contracted sharply. An intense sensation of crisis surged within him, but his palms were already descending and could not be withdrawn.
Only now did he realise that Ye Qiu dropping all defence and attacking with his fist had been a feint. The true killing move was this golden light.
Pfft!
The next second, blood sprayed in a wild torrent.
Hundreds of Wu Hua’s arms turned instantly into bloody mist.
“Ah…”
Wu Hua threw his head back and howled in agony, retreating at full speed.
“What?”
Everyone present was horrified.
They looked again at Ye Qiu. He now held a golden longsword in his hand. Even from far away, the sword appeared ancient and weathered, yet it stirred within everyone an impulse to kneel and worship.
Wu Hua stared fixedly at the longsword, his expression grave. With a wave of his hand, the vajra pestle reappeared in his grasp.
“Ye Changsheng, even if you possess a holy sword, I possess a holy artefact as well. I can still kill you.”
Holy sword?
Ye Qiu almost laughed. The Xuanyuan Sword was the foremost holy sword of antiquity. Ordinary holy artefacts were not even qualified to be mentioned in the same breath.
“Heh…” Ye Qiu gave a faint smile. “Feel free to try.”
Boom!
The vajra pestle swept towards him like a gigantic staff.
Ye Qiu stood motionless and slashed once.
Clang!
The vajra pestle was instantly cut in two.
“How is this possible?” Wu Hua was stunned.
The vajra pestle in his hand was a holy artefact of the Great Thunderclap Temple. He had never imagined many outcomes, but never that Ye Qiu could sever it with a single casual stroke.
“What sword is that?”
Wu Hua could not help shouting the question.
Though he was a Buddhist cultivator and had seen and heard much, he was still young and did not recognise the Xuanyuan Sword.
The disciples of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect were equally curious. Why was the sword in Ye Qiu’s hand so overwhelmingly powerful?
Logically, as sword cultivators who knew every famous divine sword under heaven (even if they had never seen them, they had heard the legends), they should have identified the Xuanyuan Sword at a glance.
However, Ye Qiu had not allowed the Xuanyuan Sword to reveal its full power. He had deliberately shrouded the inscriptions on the blade with golden light, so these sword cultivators failed to recognise it.
Only Mo Tianji seemed to have realised the truth. He smiled and said, “The Mandate of Heaven rests upon him.”
“What do you mean?” Lin Da Niao asked, puzzled.
“You will understand in due course,” Mo Tianji replied mysteriously, the tension in his brow completely vanishing.
The little white fox, squatting far away, stared at the longsword with its emerald eyes and thought to itself, “This fellow really is extraordinary. Not only does he carry half the destiny of the human race, he also possesses the Xuanyuan Sword.”
“It’s a pity the divine sword has no sword spirit. Otherwise, he might truly prove the Dao and become an Emperor in the future. Still, finding the sword spirit is only a matter of time.”
“Once the human race produces another Great Emperor, I fear those human cultivators will once again try to exterminate us demons. After all, they have been trying to wipe us out for years.”
“No, this princess must find a way to lure Ye Changsheng to the demon race. If he stays with us forever, our demon race will sweep the world unchallenged and never fear humans again. Hehe~”
No one noticed that, the instant the Xuanyuan Sword appeared, the golden coffin at the edge of the broken cliff trembled slightly.
At the same time, the drop of golden blood Ye Qiu had forced out earlier was completely absorbed by the coffin without a trace remaining.
“Bald donkey, once you’re dead I’ll tell you the origin of this sword.”
With those words, Ye Qiu attacked with the sword in hand. He executed the Caozi Sword Formula. In an instant, sword qi covered heaven and earth.
Each strand of sword qi was supremely sharp.
Wu Hua resisted desperately, but the Xuanyuan Sword was simply too keen. In moments, the remaining hundreds of his arms were severed completely.
Clang!
Wu Hua was sent flying, his body nearly cleaved in two by a single stroke. A rain of blood scattered through the air.
At this moment, Ye Qiu stood with longsword in hand, golden light blazing around him, resembling an invincible war god.
“Ah…”
Wu Hua roared in fury, his heart filled with unwillingness. Had Ye Qiu not possessed an indestructible divine sword, he was fully confident he could have killed him.
Moreover, as the Buddhist Son of the Great Thunderclap Temple, a heaven-defying genius who looked down upon his entire generation, suffering such a grievous wound was an utter humiliation.
Ye Qiu’s face was cold. After sending Wu Hua flying, he instantly followed up.
Clang!
A hundred-zhang sword qi, as though it would slice apart heaven and earth, tore through the void and crashed down.
Wu Hua tried to dodge, only to discover in shock that this sword carried the mighty power of heaven and earth itself. It seemed to imprison him, preventing him from leaving the area covered by the sword qi.
“Sword Domain! Ye Changsheng has cultivated a Sword Domain!”
In panic, Wu Hua resisted with all his strength.
It was futile.
The golden sword qi slashed down mercilessly, like a mountain of swords toppling over, drawing ever closer to the top of Wu Hua’s head.
“Aaahhh!”
Wu Hua roared, unleashing countless Buddhist divine abilities, sacrificing his ten great cave heavens and hundreds of dragon qi, fighting for his life to block that sword qi.
Boom!
Ye Qiu flicked his wrist. The Xuanyuan Sword reversed direction. He took a deep breath and unleashed his ultimate killing technique.
One Sword Executes Immortals.
Boom!
In that instant, the ten great cave heavens behind Wu Hua and his hundreds of dragon qi shattered completely. The peerless genius who had stood at the peak of the Cave Heaven realm was reduced in a single moment to a cripple.
After using the Immortal-Executing Sword, Ye Qiu’s stamina was almost entirely spent. His head spun, and he nearly plummeted from the sky.
He swiftly pulled countless spiritual medicines from his cosmos pouch, crushed them, and stuffed them into his mouth, recovering a little strength.
Then he sheathed the Xuanyuan Sword, stepped into the void, and planted one foot firmly on Wu Hua’s body.
