novelraw Chapter 123
Chapter 123
Chapter 123
Shock filled their hearts. Their gazes toward Gu Yang changed utterly. Monster. This man was a born aberration. None of them had ever heard of anyone, at seventeen and only First Layer Embracing Origin, comprehending the legendary pinnacle—Great Perfection Sword Intent. Yet Gu Yang had just shown them exactly that.
Murong Baifeng ground his teeth. They had truly hit a stone wall this time. They had never expected Gu Yang’s comprehension to be so abnormal—he had even grasped the legendary Great Perfection. The revelation stunned every one of them.
“Spread out!” Murong Baifeng roared. “Avoid what happened just now! Stop hiding your strength—show everything you have! If we cannot kill Gu Yang today, when he grows stronger the consequences will be catastrophic! No hesitation—use every technique you possess and kill him here! Otherwise the trouble will be endless!”
At his command, the Yuan Sea experts scattered instead of clustering together. If they had gathered, another single sword from Gu Yang might have cut them down; by dispersing, they hoped to create complications for him. Murong Baifeng’s words inflamed their eyes with red determination. He had spoken the truth: with Gu Yang’s abnormal comprehension, failing to kill him now would invite disaster.
One by one, the Yuan Sea elders revealed their trump cards. A Fifth‑Layer White Spirit elder roared like a tiger and dragon; a colossal phantom rose behind him as his aura surged into Sixth Layer. A Fourth‑Layer Sword Spirit elder invoked secret arts that blackened the sky and rolled thunder. The remaining twenty‑odd Yuan Sea experts abandoned all restraint and produced their deepest techniques—secret arts to raise their realms, one‑strike kill moves, or potent pills with brutal side effects to temporarily boost their power. Their eyes reddened as they unleashed their strongest attacks.
They nearly encircled Gu Yang, sealing off every escape route and unleashing their combined methods. At this point they no longer cared about consequences; they would raze Flowing Cloud Sect to the ground if necessary. Gu Yang had to die here and now.
Spectators gasped.
“They’re insane!”
“Are they willing to die? Aren’t those secret arts dangerous?”
“Gu Yang’s talent is terrifying. If they don’t use everything to kill him now, when he matures he’ll kill them!”
“Insane—twenty‑two Yuan Sea experts have raised their power another level. Together they might equal the Yuan Sea peak!”
Even the Chu Emperor and the black‑robed elder changed expression.
“Royal Uncle!” the Emperor shouted.
“I understand,” the black‑robed elder replied, his face tightening.
Twenty‑two Yuan Sea experts had thrown caution to the wind and unleashed their bottom‑line techniques together. If those strikes landed, even a Ninth or Tenth‑Layer Yuan Sea master might not withstand them. The black‑robed elder felt the danger and moved swiftly toward Gu Yang. He could not allow such a prodigy to die here.
But as he sped forward, his pupils contracted again. Gu Yang showed no fear; instead, a flicker of battle intent shone in his eyes. This brat… is he not afraid at all? The black‑robed elder wondered whether Gu Yang still had an unplayed trump.
Gu Yang’s next actions seemed to confirm that suspicion. A sharp light gleamed in his eyes. He remained calm as he slowly raised his spirit sword. The blade already bore many cracks, spiderwebbing along its length, but it had not shattered yet—barely usable.
Great Perfection Sword Intent surged again and poured into the blade. The sword trembled violently; the cracks spread like a web, but it still held. Gu Yang inhaled deeply and lightly swung the sword.
“Zhan Tian Sword Art… Third Form—Cleave the Firmament!” he intoned, his voice carrying a pure sword intent that everyone felt.
He lifted the sword. The mid‑grade spirit sword could not withstand the Great Perfection’s infusion and shattered with a roar, yet Gu Yang condensed true essence to forcibly maintain the sword’s form.
Crack!
As his right hand moved, space itself fractured. Gu Yang slashed horizontally. An unimaginable, terrifying sword qi tore the fabric of space.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sword qi formed a crescent arc centered on Gu Yang and swept outward. Wherever it passed, space collapsed into deep rifts. The combined techniques the twenty‑two Yuan Sea experts had prepared could not withstand a blade that easily cleaved space; they were obliterated.
The sword qi exploded outward—hiss! puchi! rumble!—and carnage followed. A Fifth‑Layer Yuan Sea expert who merely brushed the sword qi was shredded into countless pieces. A Fourth‑Layer expert was pierced through the heart by the spreading blade and died instantly. One after another, Yuan Sea experts fell like dumplings from the sky—thud! thud!—their corpses plummeting to the ground. The sword qi acted like a grim reaper; wherever it swept, no life remained.
“No… impossible!” Xia Pingyi screamed as the sword qi cleaved his blade to fragments. Space ruptured and dragged his body into the rift; chaotic forces tore him apart. He cried out in agony and died under the dual onslaught of the sword qi and the turbulent spatial currents. His corpse split in two—one half pulled into the rift, the other smashed into a pulp by the blade’s shock.
The sword qi continued to surge, and the battlefield became a sea of corpses. From the original twenty‑five Yuan Sea experts, only one remained alive—Murong Baifeng. He had blocked the strike, but at a horrific cost.
Everyone stared at Murong Baifeng’s ruined form, faces filled with shock and a bitter mix of emotions.