novelraw Chapter 781 410 "Husband, let me handle this sword; you just focus on your own fencing.
Chapter 781 410 "Husband, let me handle this sword; you just focus on your own fencing.
ps: It's been too long since I last wrote, so I read everything from the beginning again.
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Ji Tongzhi's words held not a hint of hesitation, madness buried deep in his pupils.
How could centuries of resentment simply fade away?
It could not, at least not for him.
More and more Wilderness Cultivators hurried over, densely arrayed on either side of him.
Ji Tongzhi's right hand clenched tightly into a fist, the muscles on his face twitching continuously. He glanced at the gathering crowd of Wilderness Cultivators before him and spoke indifferently,
"I will not accept my fate. There are so many things in this world taken for granted, like bowing my head to Ji Nanjue in submission."
"But I cannot do it!"
As he said this, Ji Tongzhi paused, then raised his voice towards the sky,
"Ji Nanjue!"
"I understand you all too well. Since Su Bei is here, why do you hesitate to appear and confront me?"
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A strong wind suddenly rose around Ji Tongzhi, blowing away the sand and dust, making his clothes flap fiercely.
He let out a long howl to the sky, having fallen into madness.
"I am not wrong, I have never been wrong! The ones who are wrong are you, the treacherous officials who wish to vie for the throne with me!"
"Ji Nanjue, listen well!"
"One day, I will personally behead you, bring your head back to Luoyang, and make you watch how I lead the unification of the Twenty-One Provinces!"
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Almost as soon as Ji Tongzhi finished speaking, the sky suddenly roared, and the clouds unexpectedly stirred up tumultuous waves.
The flags outside the camp fluttered uncertainly—
Wanyan Zuoquan took a deep breath. In the next moment, a tremendous Dharma Likeness, as majestic as a celestial deity, appeared above the entire sky.
The Dharma Likeness stood a hundred zhang tall, its eyes blazing with righteous fury.
In the blink of an eye, the two were almost upon each other.
The Dharma Likeness Wanyan Zuoquan had manifested let out a mighty shout. The sound roiled the clouds and shook the mountains, a massive roar so tangible it spread outwards like ripples in water.
Everything on the ground shook incessantly, like thatched huts in a gale, at risk of collapsing at any moment.
Su Bei's brows furrowed. He drew the Qingping Sword in a swift motion and shot forward in a direct line, its purple-green Sword Qi tearing through the ripples straight towards the forehead of the hundred-zhang Dharma Likeness.
The giant Dharma Likeness retreated, its speed no slower than Su Bei's advance on his sword. One moved forward, the other back, yet the distance between them remained unchanged.
After retreating several hundred zhang, the Dharma Likeness abruptly stopped. Its feet plunged into the earth as if taking root, with only half of its body still in the sky. Then, it swung a Giant Palm downward.
Su Bei, who had been racing close to the ground, suddenly soared upward, narrowly avoiding the palm strike, which left a giant imprint spanning several acres on the ground.
The giant Dharma Likeness threw another punch, which thundered down.
Su Bei blocked it with his sword. Due to the immense power behind the fist, his figure sank, his feet digging into the earth and kicking up billows of dust.
Yet, a clear sword mark could be seen on the Dharma Likeness's fist, golden sparkles falling like sand.
Ji Nanjue, observing all this from the shadows, slightly furrowed her delicate eyebrows but did not rush to make a move.
This being from legend, the Western Wilderness Master, had never appeared on any Heaven's Secrets List. However, this did not mean he was any less accomplished than those exalted individuals on that list.
Others might not be aware of Wanyan Zuoquan's divine abilities, but Ji Nanjue, as the Eastern Emperor, knew some of them.
In the confidential archives of the Eastern Country, there were records of many reclusive Great Cultivators who had never appeared on the Heaven's Secrets List, including this Western Wilderness Master, the great high priest of the Southern Barbarians, and others.
Among them, Wanyan Zuoquan, a luminary among Wilderness Cultivators, had perfected his Immortal Body a thousand years ago. It was proclaimed indestructible through all calamities, a fact evident when he withstood Su Bei's Qingping Sword with his bare fist.
Wanyan Zuoquan slowly spoke,
"Elder Su, it's only been a few hours since we parted, and here we meet again."
"It seems we are truly fated to meet..."
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Su Bei didn't speak. He tightly gripped his sword, raised his arm, and placed the sword horizontally before him, sweeping two fingers across the blade.
Within the Qingping Sword's purple-green Sword Qi, a dazzling red glint flashed. Far from being overshadowed by the bicolored Sword Qi, it established a distinct presence, forming a tripartite balance with the purple and green energies.
The Qingping Sword was renowned as the world's foremost sword for offensive slaughter. It had been wielded by successive Sect Masters of the Sword Sect, taking countless lives. Unlike other swords, those who fell to the Qingping Sword were invariably renowned Great Cultivators.
The accumulation of countless eons had imbued the Qingping Sword with a particularly terrifying bloodthirsty aura.
As Su Bei exerted his full strength to wield the Qingping Sword, all the nature's spiritual energy around him congealed into various forms of Sword Qi: like crescent moons, full moons, long rainbows, fireflies, cold stars; like swords, wind, and mist.
He spoke lightly,
"Yes, State Preceptor, we meet again."
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Man can emulate heaven and earth, and so can the sword.
Su Bei unleashed a sword strike. For every bit the sword extended, the Qingping Sword doubled in size.
From within the Sword Box, four swords circled beside Su Bei—Missing Departure, Divine Discretion, Joyous Spring Wind, and Qingping Sword.
Watching the four swords that encircled Su Bei, Wanyan Zuoquan smiled faintly and said,
"I've heard the Sword Scripture contains a total of seventeen moves."
"Starting with the eleventh move, each strike requires the use of a sword. It seems that, bearing four swords, Elder Su's limit is Sword Fourteen."
"Then let this old man experience the might of the Sword Scripture!"
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Wanyan Zuoquan's words fell.
BOOM—
The four swords, led by the Qingping Sword, released a symphony of sword cries that echoed between heaven and earth.
Countless streams of Sword Qi surged forward as if commanded, shooting towards the Dharma Likeness.
Wanyan Zuoquan took a step forward to face Su Bei's strike.
Sword Thirteen, No Regrets.
Ripples spread across the massive Dharma Likeness, and numerous golden sparkles scattered.
However, this strike could only stop one of Wanyan Zuoquan's fists. In the next instant, Wanyan Zuoquan's other fist swiftly followed. Its ferocity was in no way inferior to Su Bei's strike, leaving Su Bei with no choice at that moment but to brace himself against it.
Right then, a voice, so familiar it couldn't be more so, resonated around Su Bei's ears:
"My husband, leave this blow to me. Just focus on your next sword strike."
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Su Bei's heart skipped a beat. His expression faltered, his brow furrowed slightly, and then he gradually smiled.
She had come.
It really was her.
Ji Nanjue, who had been hiding in the shadows, finally made her move.
Su Bei took a deep breath, suppressing the tender feelings in his heart. He no longer paid any mind to the approaching fist, concentrating on preparing his next sword move.
—Sword Fourteen, Heavens Open.