novelraw Chapter 1119: Emperor’s Sword
Chapter 1119: Emperor’s Sword
Most people would get angry hearing such an answer—especially proud ones.
Gongsun Shiyu let out a soft laugh at that moment, a laugh out of fury. His voice was calm, yet firm.
“You speak with such arrogance. Aren’t you afraid of pulling a muscle?”
As if to fulfill that statement, something suddenly erupted behind 'Mo Xiaofei'—a blast-like sound with no fire or smoke, more like the air itself detonating. Mo Xiaofei’s body even swayed slightly.
Seeing this, Gongsun Zhishui looked surprised. “Shiyu, since when could you…”
“Intent and force acting as one isn’t impossible,” Gongsun Shiyu replied indifferently. “With enough cultivation, it happens naturally.”
He wasn’t explaining to Gongsun Zhishui—but rather, speaking for Mo Xiaofei to hear.
“You’ve done fairly well with the World-Shocking Scripture,” Mo Xiaofei said expressionlessly. “The Gongsun clan truly did inherit the Yellow Emperor’s bloodline—living off ancestral glory still puts you above most. The Yellow Emperor was merciful, leaving such blood behind. Pity his descendants fell so short.”
“What audacity!” Even Gongsun Zhishui could not endure it this time.
To the Gongsun clan of the Xuanyuan Palace’s Qian Department, the Yellow Emperor was their spiritual pillar. No one could tolerate such insult.At the same time, Gongsun Shiyu sneered coldly. His true force surged from his body like smoke signals, forming the phantom of a majestic general.
Unexpectedly, 'Mo Xiaofei' shook his head.
“This Lonely Emperor once vowed… if he encountered a misguided descendant of the Gongsun clan, he would grant mercy. You two should leave. Go back and reflect on what the Yellow Emperor truly left you—what he wanted you to do, and what you should never do. Also, your path in the World-Shocking Scripture… is mistaken. This Lonely Emperor has said enough.”
“This Lonely Emperor…?” Gongsun Shiyu narrowed his eyes, as if realizing something—but couldn’t quite grasp it.
Suddenly, an intense urge to fight surged within him. The cultivation bottleneck that had long stumped him began to loosen. For a martial artist, this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance.
He felt—if he could just fight this person and win, he wouldn’t even need to become emperor to break through to the next level of his technique.
A flash of brilliance crossed his eyes as his aura surged wildly—so overwhelming it caused even the black-robed men performing incantations below to falter, coughing blood as they were forced to stop.
Perhaps his aura was too intense, because Mo Xiaofei’s body now began to emanate an equally powerful energy… faintly stronger than Gongsun Shiyu’s.
Though he shook the crowd, Gongsun Shiyu could not shake 'Mo Xiaofei'.
“So, you really are cultivating the Imperial Heaven World-Shocking Scripture!” Gongsun Shiyu took slow steps forward.
“Who are you? You’re not of the Gongsun clan. Where did you learn it? You call yourself This Lonely Emperor—you must be walking the path to seize the world, pushing the technique to its pinnacle! Gongsun Wuwei… My clan once had a traitor by that name, missing to this day. Did your technique come from him?”
It was the only logical conclusion he could draw. Hearing this, even Gongsun Zhishui frowned. It did sound plausible.
But the truth was otherwise. Mo Xiaofei’s technique had come from within Xuanyuan Palace—a top-secret matter.
“Gongsun Wuwei?” 'Mo Xiaofei' recalled the Gongsun member who had challenged him in the Penglai Treasure Vault and scoffed.
“Just a slightly talented failure who couldn’t walk the emperor’s path, so he chose tyranny instead.”
Gongsun Shiyu didn’t care. His aura had already reached its peak—like Windchaser earlier, he had to fight.
He threw a punch.
Real masters need only one move.
A single strike—filled with all his cultivation, comprehension, spirit, and energy—an all-out, forward-charging blow!
In that moment, Gongsun Shiyu saw the end of his bottleneck… saw the hope of breaking through.
Under the influence of this punch, the dazed masses around the pit—tens of thousands of souls—suddenly snapped awake.
Yet in the next second, their consciousness was snuffed out again, and they collapsed.
Even Gongsun Zhishui turned pale, forced to summon a new battle soul to barely resist the overwhelming force.
But…
'Mo Xiaofei' did not move.
He stood like an immovable mountain—towering, steady, and untouchable.
“This Lonely Emperor said there would be mercy…” Mo Xiaofei snorted coldly.
“But only once. The chance has been given. Now... no broken promises here. Break!”
No hand motion. No spell.
Just a single word—like a sword slicing the heavens!
And with that shout alone, Gongsun Shiyu’s momentum shattered—like a balloon forcibly inflated until it burst.
With it, all of his energy, spirit, and will collapsed in an instant.
His punch never landed. Everything drained away like water.
Just as Windchaser had missed grasping the “all the way forward” state… Gongsun Shiyu was this close to a breakthrough—and lost it.
PFFT!!
A spray of blood burst from his mouth.
His meridians couldn’t handle the backlash of wild true force—acupoint after acupoint exploded within his body!
“Shiyu!” Gongsun Zhishui cried out.
Gongsun Shiyu stumbled, barely able to stay on his feet. His hands fell limp as he stared at Mo Xiaofei with a mix of awe and fear.
“Emperor Realm… You actually…”
But at that moment, a violent energy suddenly surged within his consciousness—he heard a furious, mad, hateful dragon’s roar!
A roar filled with rage, malice, and bloodlust—so powerful it nearly hijacked his mind.
His limp hand suddenly lifted.
Golden ripples bloomed across the ground as a golden sword shadow emerged from the earth and floated into his hand.
His fading aura was restored instantly—and even rose higher—but in a different, twisted way.
'Mo Xiaofei' frowned slightly.
“Xuanyuan? I see… No wonder you’re so arrogant.”
“Die!!”
Suddenly, Gongsun Shiyu gripped the golden sword shadow tightly in both hands, his entire body shooting forward like an arrow, carrying immense power. With the most basic move—Splitting Mount Hua—he brought the golden sword shadow down toward ‘Mo Xiaofei’!
A wave of frenzied killing intent surged out!
Just as Mo Xiaofei was seemingly about to be struck down by the golden sword shadow, he suddenly raised his hand, making a motion as if to block the blade with a sword!
Ding—!
A sound like metal clashing!
Nearby mountaintops exploded from the impact and even sunk a level from the sheer shockwave!
Terrifying momentum and force!
Windchaser, blood at the corner of his mouth, pushed aside the rubble crushing him and slowly stood up… only to be stunned by what he saw!
That golden sword shadow was stopped in front of Mo Xiaofei. Gongsun Shiyu still held his stance in a downward strike—but what was blocking the blade?
It was a crackling purple bolt of lightning… no, a sword radiating purple lightning!
The sword gradually became clear in Mo Xiaofei’s hand.
Mo Xiaofei then swung forcefully—his purple lightning-infused sword instantly split the golden sword shadow apart!
Gongsun Shiyu’s expression changed dramatically. The sudden reversal restored a trace of clarity to his mind, but the reactive force from the broken clash sent him staggering backward!
He skidded dozens of meters across the ground before barely coming to a stop!
“There’s actually a weapon in this world that can rival Xuanyuan’s sharpness?!” Gongsun Zhishui stared in disbelief.
Even if he knew what Gongsun Shiyu had summoned was just a single strand of the Xuanyuan Sword’s energy—it was still the Divine Land’s #1 divine weapon!
“What sword is that?!” Gongsun Shiyu’s face grew more serious than ever.
He could sense in Mo Xiaofei’s lightning sword a force nearly identical to the Xuanyuan Sword—it shook his entire understanding of reality.
“This is… the Xuanyuan Emperor’s Sword,” Mo Xiaofei said calmly.
“Xuanyuan… Emperor’s Sword?” Gongsun Shiyu was dumbfounded. “You dare name it Xuanyuan? Impossible!”
“You don’t know?” Mo Xiaofei said coldly. “Seems your Gongsun clan has fallen far. Since ancient times, Xuanyuan was divided into three swords—Godslayer, Heavenbreaker, and Emperor’s Sword. Only when the three are united does the true ‘Nine Provinces Xuanyuan Sword’ appear. Yours is just a trace of Godslayer’s light—mere fireflies compared to the moon!”
“I don’t believe it!!” Gongsun Shiyu, again overwhelmed by killing intent, raised the golden sword again, flooding the sky with golden sword shadows!
Mo Xiaofei coldly snorted.
“Godslayer’s wielder should hold compassion for the world—slay unjust divine spirits and spare the people. But your heart holds only selfish desire. You're not worthy! As a fellow Xuanyuan bearer, you shame This Lonely Emperor. Die!”
He raised the long sword—and brought it down.
Heaven’s wrath—echoed by thunder!
A streak of purple lightning tore through layers of mist with divine might and struck Gongsun Shiyu!
The golden sword shadows shattered instantly—the heavens dimmed!
The enormous force even destroyed the sinkhole below, vaporizing the black-robed men within it without leaving ash.
A long silence followed.
When the chaos settled, the sinkhole that had swallowed tens of thousands had vanished. The land was flat, and the unconscious survivors were unharmed.
Only Gongsun Shiyu lay on the ground—clothes torn, blood-soaked, veins ruptured, barely breathing, eyes lifeless.
“Shiyu…”
Gongsun Zhishui, untouched by the devastating blow, stared at the figure holding the Emperor’s Sword—shaking in both fear and awe.
Fear of this man’s supreme control over power.
Terror at the Emperor’s Sword’s might.
Forcing himself to move, he went to Gongsun Shiyu’s side and fell silent at the sight of his devastated state.
“Take him away,” Mo Xiaofei said, lowering the Emperor’s Sword.
“This Lonely Emperor has destroyed all his martial cultivation and severed his vitality. He won’t live much longer. But for Xuanyuan Palace’s past efforts in guarding the land, This Lonely Emperor allows him a complete corpse.”
Gongsun Zhishui, drenched in cold sweat, pale as a sheet, felt no will to resist—this youth was far too powerful.
“Once you return, reflect carefully on Xuanyuan Palace’s ancestral teachings!” Mo Xiaofei said sternly.
“If one day This Lonely Emperor finds your Gongsun clan harming the people again, I will raise the Emperor’s Sword, march on Xuanyuan Palace… and wipe out your line!”
Gongsun Zhishui said nothing. He simply picked up Gongsun Shiyu.
After giving Mo Xiaofei a long, silent look, he turned and fled without another word.
Gongsun Shiyu’s breath grew weaker by the moment—nearly gone.
…
“Big bro?”
Windchaser, still tired, walked over slowly. His injuries were healing unusually fast.
Though he had failed to grasp the “all the way forward” state after being punched away by Gongsun Shiyu, he had unexpectedly awakened a new Divine Skill from the Greedy Wolf inheritance—Regeneration.
An extremely powerful healing ability.
Mo Xiaofei waved his hand—the Emperor’s Sword vanished from sight.
He turned to Windchaser and, for once, gave a faint smile.
“As a martial artist, don’t be impatient. A single failure means nothing. Find your own path to comprehend what This Lonely Emperor has taught you.”
“Big bro?” Windchaser blinked, sensing something strange about this Mo Xiaofei.
“This Lonely Emperor is tired… going to rest for a bit.” Mo Xiaofei’s voice remained calm, yet carried great majesty.
“I'm returning your big brother to you now.”
With that, he collapsed.
Windchaser hurriedly caught him. Mo Xiaofei was merely unconscious, his breathing steady—just sleeping, it seemed.
But in the next instant, he opened his eyes again.
Weakly, he said, “Windchaser…”
That tone—it was the familiar Mo Xiaofei.
Sensing it instantly, Windchaser lit up. “Big bro!! You’re back to normal!!”
“More or less…”
Mo Xiaofei gave a bitter smile.
Because he knew—that “other him” had only burned out for now. Sooner or later… it would awaken again.
(End of Chapter)