novelraw Chapter 107
Chapter 107
Chapter 107
Everyone stared blankly at the scene before them, eyes wide, silent and unmoving.
After a long pause, someone finally drew in a sharp breath.
“D-dead… dead!?”
“Bai Tianhong… Gu Yang cut him down with a single sword strike!”
Hissss
“Why was Gu Yang’s sword so terrifying?”
“Ninety percent peak sword intent… could it truly wield such power?”
“Look quickly!”
As the crowd argued over why Gu Yang’s strike was so overwhelming, one person suddenly pointed toward the ruins, voice trembling with shock.
Everyone instinctively turned their gaze.
They all gasped.
“That is…”
A thin crack split the space itself, radiating waves of sharp sword might that refused to fade.
“Spatial rift!”
“That sword… pierced through space itself!”
“Gu Yang… how monstrous is he!?”
“This isn’t ninety percent sword intent! It must be… the realm beyond—Minor Perfection Sword Intent!”
“There’s actually a domain beyond ninety percent?”
Exclamations erupted.
They had recognized Gu Yang’s technique as ninety percent sword intent because ancient texts described its aura. Seeing it firsthand, they naturally identified it.
But now… Minor Perfection Sword Intent? That lay beyond their knowledge.
“Rumor says Minor Perfection means truly mastering a sword intent. Its power eclipses ninety percent entirely!”
“Across the world, only peerless prodigies ever reach Minor Perfection!”
“They say with Minor Perfection, fighting above one’s level is as easy as drinking water!”
“The force of Minor Perfection… far too terrifying!”
“Even Yuanhai experts would tremble before it!”
With this explanation, realization dawned. Their eyes shone with awe and shock.
“We’ve learned something new!”
“I thought Gu Yang’s comprehension was already outrageous. But it’s even more monstrous than we imagined—demonic!”
“No wonder Gu Yang never regarded Bai Tianhong at all! No wonder he gravely wounded He Wei, ranked second, with a single strike!”
All eyes turned toward Gu Yang, filled with reverence and fear.
The same reaction unfolded inside the distant palace.
The princes gawked at the crystal screen, stunned. They too saw the tiny spatial rift. Small though it was, it shook them to their core.
This was power that shattered space itself!
If that sword targeted them, how could they resist?
The princes swallowed hard.
Monstrous. Truly monstrous.
Even the seasoned Chu Emperor, accustomed to grand spectacles, felt his heart surge. His stern face betrayed shock.
“Minor Perfection Sword Intent…”
He recognized Gu Yang’s technique instantly.
Seventeen years old—and already grasping Minor Perfection.
Such talent… not only in Chu. Even across the entire Azure Domain, Gu Yang stood among the very top. A true peerless prodigy.
Elsewhere, seventeen-year-old Chu Ling’er’s eyes sparkled with admiration. Her delicate face glowed with joy.
She had worried for Gu Yang’s safety, knowing Bai Tianhong’s strength. But now, with the dust settled, her heart finally eased.
Thank goodness… Gu Yang won!
In the shattered ruins, Gu Yang sheathed his spirit sword at his waist. He rose calmly, pocketing Bai Tianhong’s storage ring and mid-grade spirit sword without hesitation.
No one dared object. Even the watching prodigies shrank back, afraid of drawing his gaze.
Gu Yang was simply too terrifying.
And within the Purple Moon Secret Realm, life and death were unrestrained. Even if Gu Yang slaughtered them all, no one outside would intervene.
But then realization struck.
Gu Yang had provoked something immense.
“Gu Yang, Bai Tianhong was the heir disciple of Chu’s foremost sect, White Spirit Sect. You killed him… they will never forgive you!”
The voice rang out deliberately.
Gu Yang turned, slightly surprised. The speaker was He Wei.
“Oh.” Gu Yang’s tone was indifferent. He turned away and left.
He had known this from the start. Bai Tianhong came to kill him—how could he hold back? No matter the power behind Bai Tianhong, Gu Yang would never relent.
As Gu Yang’s figure receded, the prodigies glanced at He Wei with strange looks.
This man had nearly been slain by Gu Yang’s sword, yet now he was the first to approach him.
But He Wei ignored their stares. Gu Yang’s talent was too extraordinary. He wasn’t foolish—forming ties with Gu Yang could only benefit him. Even leaving an impression was enough.
As dusk fell, Gu Yang found an open space.
He thought briefly.
I didn’t expect the first day to be so fierce. The harvest is immense.
He smiled.
They had only just entered the Purple Moon Secret Realm, yet so much had already happened. His gains were overwhelming.
Searching further for opportunities seemed pointless. With so many prodigies scouring the realm, most treasures had already been taken.
So, for the remaining two days, Gu Yang chose not to wander. He would digest his harvest.
He flipped his palm, revealing Bai Tianhong’s storage ring.
With a thought, he entered it.
Scanning quickly, he nodded.
“No wonder he was Chu’s top prodigy. He carried plenty—and even collected techniques and martial skills. A windfall for me.”
Gu Yang smiled faintly.
Without hesitation, he began reading and revising every technique.
By dawn the next day, he had finished revising all the fist manuals.
The sheer number of techniques inside the Purple Moon’s storage ring was staggering. Just the fist arts alone kept him working all night.
Seated cross-legged on damp earth, Gu Yang furrowed his brow.
Countless insights into fist dao surged through his mind. He absorbed them madly.
At the same time, his mastery of fist intent naturally broke through—reaching ninety percent!
With each new flash of insight, only a short moment passed before Gu Yang snapped his eyes open.
“Ninety-percent fist intent—peak!” he thought, I’m at the peak of ninety-percent fist intent!
Not bad at all.