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Chapter 156: A Single Strike
In Gaojing, there are few who can witness a battle involving Grandmaster-level figures. Among those who can stand on the battlefield, there is only one woman.
She is Cold Rain, the most outstanding disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect, the youngest Governor of Gaojing, and one of the youngest Grandmasters in the Cultivation World.
Cold Rain watched as the two of them paused their fight and spoke with a slightly cold tone, "Why have you stopped? The outcome has yet to be decided."
"You really are a qualified follower, always showing up wherever you go," Qi Wan'er mocked.
"This is Gaojing. You two are engaged in such a fierce battle—one a fugitive and the other from the demon clan. If I don't come, that would be neglecting my duty," Cold Rain replied flatly.
Xiao Mi glanced behind Cold Rain and saw no one there. She couldn't help but snort coldly, "In such a vast Gaojing, there are certainly many powerful cultivators. Yet, the only one daring to come here to kill us is you—a woman. Have all the men in Gaojing died out? Or have they all turned into turtles?"
Facing the mockery, Cold Rain remained unfazed. She said, "After your battle, both of you have consumed quite a bit of Vital Energy. Neither of you is my match anymore."
"I came here alone today for one reason only. I want clues about Shishu."
At this point, Cold Rain looked at Xiao Mi and suggested, "Why don't we join forces to kill Qi Wan'er and share the clues about Master's Secret Realm? Then I will let you go."
Just as Xiao Mi was about to respond, Cold Rain turned to Qi Wan'er and said, "Or perhaps we could team up to kill Xiao Mi. Then you could give me the clues about Shishu's secret manual as thanks? Of course, I would let you go."
Qi Wan'er didn't even glance at Cold Rain, while Xiao Mi looked at Cold Rain with a mocking expression.
Qi Wan'er then spoke up, "Master Xiao, what do you think?"
Xiao Mi said, "The time for lingering has passed."
Qi Wan'er replied, "Until next time."
Cold Rain interjected, "Since you have come to Gaojing, leaving is not as simple as just walking away."
Just as the three Grandmasters were about to take action, the Guan Family arrived above the Sea Surface. She looked at the three and said, "I really don't want to get involved. But you three are too foolish, leaving me with no choice."
"You three—two are pawns, and one is a fugitive. Killing each other in the long history of the Cultivation World would be a death without meaning."
"Women in cultivation are often seen as inferior to men. The four of us have come this far with great difficulty. If it were a one-on-one duel, dying would be without regret. But to die because of political schemes is truly a pity."
The words of the Guan Family momentarily made the four forget their identities and purposes. They were simply four cultivators sharing a moment of mutual understanding.
However, they were all Grandmasters; how could they be swayed by mere words?
Cold Rain responded, "Indeed, a businessman knows how to speak."
"If it weren't for you, why would I be here again?" Xiao Mi said with displeasure.
"Anyway, I'm not fighting anymore. If you want to keep me here, I have two junior brothers to protect me, and this vast sea." With that, Qi Wan'er ignored everyone and stepped into the depths of the ocean.
Not far away, there was a series of splashes. It was Gaojing's Armored Soldier diving into the sea.
Xiao Mi quickly caught up with Qi Wan'er. Now, her Vital Energy had diminished significantly, making her no match for Cold Rain. Only by staying close to Qi Wan'er could she instill some fear in Cold Rain.
At the Azure Cloud Sect, the arena for the competition.
As the battle between the two Grandmasters abruptly came to a halt, all the elders' gazes returned to the disciples competing in the arena.
Lin Feng, Hugging the Sword, defended himself with the Great River Sword Technique. He felt an endless Sword Intent surging toward him. Each strike landed on the Great River. Although it was blocked by the Sky Sword, the immense force still transmitted through, hitting Lin Feng.
Sizzle…
Lin Feng's clothes began to tear apart continuously. Soon after, his body started to show wounds. Fortunately, Lin Feng's physical resilience was astonishing; he could endure this pain.
The rain of blades fell for a full tea's worth of time.
When the storm of blades finally ceased, the Great River vanished, and all dust settled.
Everyone couldn't help but look over, only to see Lin Feng in tattered clothes and disheveled hair. Most strikingly, he was covered in blood, almost resembling a Blood Man. His body was riddled with countless cuts, a sight that was horrifying.
In this confrontation, the Sky Sword aimed for defense while the Revenge Sword Intent attacked fiercely and mercilessly, seemingly gaining the upper hand and venting its frustrations. As a result, the Revenge Sword Intent surged even higher.
Meng Han looked at Lin Feng in surprise and said, "Under such a powerful assault, you can still stand and remain conscious. There is absolutely no one else in this world whose physical body can compare to yours."
Lin Feng forced a bitter smile and replied, "I am indeed severely injured. And your Vital Energy is running low as well. It seems we can only make one last desperate effort."
Meng Han nodded and said, "My sword technique consists of only three moves."
"World Slaughter Technique."
As Meng Han formed hand seals, the double-edged sword sank into the ground, disappearing from sight. Then, the entire surface began to tremble violently, as if an earthquake were approaching.
Lin Feng looked down, feeling a strong sense of danger surging from beneath the earth.
With no other choice, Lin Feng unleashed all his Vital Energy and once again manifested his Desolate Smoke in the Desert.
The Vital Energy transformed into a vast desert, while Lone Smoke represented the Sword Saint Senior's Great River Sword Technique. Hidden within the Lone Smoke was a red Ding Shadow. Lin Feng found himself enveloped by the Ding Shadow.
This time, Lin Feng chose to defend. This was his strongest defense that he could conjure.
Meng Han activated his Demonic Blood Power and summoned the magic clan's Manifestation of Divine Powers. However, the magic clan's Divine Ability could not be revealed to everyone. Thus, everything had to unfold beneath the ground.
Deep within the earth, a towering Ancient Beast roared. Its eyes glowed red with malice, exuding a fierce and brutal demeanor.
In its grasp was the very double-edged sword, poised to strike and deliver a fatal blow to Lin Feng.
The World Slaughter Technique was unleashed with full force, as countless sharp blades erupted from the ground like bamboo shoots after rain, covering the entire Refined Iron Arena. Each of these blades contained the Sword Intent of the double-edged sword, their power surpassing that of Fate Realization's Walker Divine Ability.
Lin Feng sat cross-legged, focusing his mind and spirit entirely on defense, maximizing his Indomitable Sword Intent.
Countless sharp blades pierced through Lin Feng's Desolate Smoke in the Desert illusion, producing a piercing, shrill sound that made one's eardrums ache. The illusion Lin Feng conjured was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper; upon contact with the blades, the Desert Mirage shattered and vanished.
The illusion was the strongest Divine Technique of a Fate Realization cultivator. Faced with such easily destroyed defenses, one could see just how terrifying the true power of a Ninth-Grade Treasure could be.
Any Fate Realization cultivator without an astonishing life-saving treasure would undoubtedly perish if caught within.
As the blades obliterated the desert, they began to assault the Great River that coiled around Lin Feng. At that moment, the Sword Intent of the Sky Sword reached its peak, blocking countless blades from advancing.
The transmission of immense force surged into the Great River, resonating within the red Ding Intent, producing a loud ringing sound. This was a temporary strategy devised by Lin Feng to mitigate the impact of the incoming attacks.
In Solitary Moon City, within the Starry Sky Secret Realm.
Sword Saint Lin Bai slowly opened his eyes. He gazed toward Gaojing's direction but was too far away to see what was happening there. However, he could feel his sword engaged in battle.
The Sky Sword had once been Lin Bai's Destiny Artifact; although its traces had been erased, he could still sense a faint connection whenever its true power was unleashed.
"He can actually awaken the Sword Intent of the heavens; this is quite interesting," Lin Bai murmured to himself.
Thunderous Roars echoed continuously.
A tremendous sound reverberated through the air. The defensive array above the Refined Iron Arena held on until the very last moment before collapsing under the tide of explosions.
Several elders from the Azure Cloud Sect were severely affected by the backlash, each spitting out blood.
Without the formation's defense, the terrifying power unleashed caused the earth to split apart. All the observing disciples, under the protection of their sect elders, hurriedly retreated, distancing themselves from this place of chaos.
In this moment of crisis, Xu Hong, the Elder Steward of Qingyun Sect, and Ni Tao, the Law Elder, descended into the ruined Arena. With their hands forming seals, walls of Vital Energy began to coalesce, creating a structure with four sides and a top that completely concealed what lay within.
The force surged against the five walls of Vital Energy, with a series of tremendous impacts echoing through the air.
Above the Arena, countless sharp blades were obliterated. The Great River that had entangled Lin Feng also dissipated into nothingness.
"Is it finally over?"
As the light faded, the disciples of Fate Realization could finally see what had transpired inside. One by one, they couldn't help but look on.
"Who emerged victorious?"
Regardless of who won today, they would be recognized as a Supreme Being of the younger generation; it was merely unfortunate that they had encountered each other too soon.
"Lin Feng."
Lin Miaomiao softly called out Lin Feng's name, her heart filled with worry. She was all too familiar with Lin Feng's aura and the Vital Energy he cultivated. However, at this moment, she sensed that Lin Feng's presence was extremely faint—so faint that it was nearly imperceptible without effort.
Within the Arena, Lin Feng and Meng Han still stood.
Meng Han was drenched in sweat, his face haggard and exhausted, as if he were on the verge of collapse. Meanwhile, Lin Feng's red Ding Intent flickered weakly; it seemed that even a gentle breeze could extinguish its light.
Within the realm of Ding Intent, there stood Lin Feng, drenched in blood. He had become the true Blood Man, his features obscured.
Just when everyone thought this shocking competition was about to reach its conclusion, an unexpected turn of events occurred. A blade of light suddenly descended from the Void, fierce and sharp.
This was the most formidable killing move of the World Slaughter Technique. With a thousand blades at his feet, it aimed to annihilate all: a single strike meant to sever the head of a sheep.
This strike had already escaped Meng Han's control. Even Meng Han watched in rapt attention as the blade descended from the sky. He did not wish to kill Lin Feng; at least not in such a setting today.
The arrival of the blade was bizarre, shattering the red Ding Intent surrounding Lin Feng. Lin Feng intended to wield the Sky Sword once more to defend himself, but his Vital Energy had been depleted, leaving him unable to control it.
Without a catalyst, Sword Intent could not manifest.
Amidst everyone's shock, the blade accurately aimed for Lin Feng's head. (To be continued...)
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