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Zuo Dao had now achieved the perfect cultivation of a Golden Immortal, just one step away from entering the realm of the Immortal. With his profound understanding of the Dao, he was on a clear path forward. If it weren't for the short amount of time he had, given a little more time to consolidate his power, the Immortal would be nothing in his eyes.
The defeat of Yuan Tai and his companions was already a foregone conclusion; it was merely a matter of time. However, Zuo Dao harbored intentions of establishing his dominance. What could be more terrifying than a dull knife cutting into flesh?
Nourishing Sword.
To kill in exchange for life, to take one life to save a hundred, to slay one to rescue a thousand.
Though it was named for nurturing life, it was ultimately an extreme form of killing.
A surge of vitality spread beneath the sword, with Tian Qing being the first to bear its brunt. A powerful life force suddenly surged into his body, causing him to involuntarily moan in comfort before he realized that his essence blood was burning at an unprecedented speed.
Zuo Dao executed the first form of the Nourishing Sword—Endless Cycle.
Extreme vitality represented extreme death; the Nourishing Sword operated on this principle, exchanging life for death.
Even though Tian Qing practiced an Evil Path Cultivation Method, he had never encountered such a bizarre technique.
Just as he was about to shout out in alarm, he felt his essence blood burning even faster within him, and fear gripped him so tightly that he swallowed his words back down.
With just one strike, Zuo Dao ignited Tian Qing's essence blood. Tian Qing's appearance aged rapidly; in no time at all, the once graceful young man transformed into a white-haired old man.
At that moment, Tian Qing had never felt his weapon so heavy; even taking a single step required immense effort.
Yuan Tai and Ren He were taken aback. What kind of method was this?
With just one sword strike, Zuo Dao stunned everyone present. Some rejoiced while others despaired. The people from Solemn Temple were delighted; the stronger Zuo Dao became, the happier they were. In contrast, the onlooking cultivators were filled with dread, particularly Yuan Tai and Ren He.
Zuo Dao's true strength was finally revealed before them.
"This young man is completely misunderstood," Yuan Tai quickly called out upon witnessing the scene.
"Yes, yes, yes, this young master has completely misunderstood!" Ren He quickly added. "It's all because Tian Yuan instigated us to do this."
Seeing that the situation was beyond saving, the two hurriedly pleaded for mercy.
Although no one could tell how Zuo Dao had achieved it, they could see Tian Qing's aging before their eyes, which filled them with both dread and fear.
What could be more terrifying than having one's vitality stripped away with a single sword strike? What was the purpose of cultivation? Was it not to seek immortality? Although everyone knew that immortality was merely a joke, who wouldn't want to live a few more years?
Zuo Dao paid no heed to the pleas of the two. At that moment, he too was struck by the might of his own sword, but he quickly regained his composure. After all, it was Tian Qing he had struck down; he intended to establish his authority over Tian Qing first.
After all, among the three, Tian Qing's blade was the most wicked.
Yuan Tai's staff, Tian Qing's blade, and Ren He's whip—none were ordinary items, yet each was an embodiment of evil.
Yuan Tai's staff was forged from countless skulls; the skull is the hardest part of the human body, and a cultivator's skull is even more critical. One can only imagine how many cultivators had to be killed to create such a weapon.
Ren He's whip was entirely crafted from the meridians of cultivators, requiring just as many lives as Yuan Tai's staff.
None of this bothered Zuo Dao; he could tolerate it. However, what he could not accept was that Tian Qing's blade had been forged from the very souls of cultivators.
Countless souls were forcibly sacrificed to create this knife; there was no life or afterlife for them—only endless suffering.
Though among the three, Tian Qing had the lowest cultivation level, he was the most sinister. His weapon alone revealed his true nature.
Faces twisted in agony flashed across the blade's surface—this was something Zuo Dao could not accept. Perhaps only the Nourishing Sword would serve as fitting punishment for him.
One strike alone was not enough; at most it severed a thousand years of vitality from him. Zuo Dao did not know how many cultivators Tian Qing had killed or how many souls had been sacrificed to forge that blade.
But as long as that knife existed, it was sufficient.
The Nourishing Sword once again sliced through the air, gently landing on Tian Qing. With no way to evade, Tian Qing could only accept it helplessly.
Time was like a carving knife, leaving marks of age on him. Soon, everyone could hardly recognize the elderly figure before them.
Yuan Tai and Ren He felt a chill surge from their feet straight to their heads.
But it wasn't over yet. As the third sword fell, Tian Qing had already knelt on the ground, devoid of any strength to fight back.
Zuo Dao did not wish to simply kill his opponent this easily.
He sheathed his sword and threw a powerful punch that struck the large blade.
Bang!
With a loud crash, Tian Qing's sword was sent flying through the air, still tumbling when the second punch arrived.
Human World Fist.
Zuo Dao was destroying the sword, releasing numerous souls that had been trapped within it.
Both the Nourishing Sword and Xiaoyao Blade were meant for killing, but only the Human World Fist could destroy that large blade without harming the souls inside.
Yuan Tai dared not move, while Ren He stood frozen in place, drenched in sweat.
They had already witnessed Zuo Dao's power. It wasn't that they didn't want to escape; the Supreme Honor Squad had firmly locked onto their presence. Any movement would trigger a storm of attacks from the Supreme Honor Squad.
Although they were not afraid of the Supreme Honor Squad and believed they could escape in a short time, Zuo Dao stood there like a Killer God, exuding an aura of death that made everything clear.
They feared drawing Zuo Dao's attention and hoped instead that he would release his killing intent after eliminating his target.
The actions that followed from Zuo Dao left them even more disheartened.
Under Tian Qing's lifeless gaze, Zuo Dao unleashed his ninth punch.
With a loud crash, Tian Qing's blade shattered, and a mouthful of blood erupted from him. However, this blood was grayish-white. His vital essence had been nearly exhausted; the weapon he had refined with his own blood was destroyed, and the backlash from the burning of his essence further diminished his strength.
Only Tian Qing truly understood the gravity of the situation. Everything he had was tied to that blade, and now it was destroyed by Zuo Dao. Not only had his cultivation plummeted, but even at his peak, without that blade, he would be like a tiger with its teeth pulled out.
Despair filled his eyes, yet Zuo Dao didn’t even spare him a glance after shattering the sword.
Countless souls surged forth from the broken blade, all looking at Zuo Dao with gratitude in their eyes.
At that moment, Zuo Dao felt an immense weight on his heart. Lives that were once vibrant and cultivators who followed the path were lost just like that!
Some cultivators even recognized their own relatives among the souls, crying out in grief but too afraid to approach. Others recognized their closest friends but were paralyzed by Zuo Dao's overwhelming presence.
However, Tian Qing had already become a figure of deep hatred; even if Zuo Dao chose not to kill him, he would be torn apart by the fury of the cultivators.
Tian Qing sensed the anger of those around him but found himself utterly powerless. He could only look at Zuo Dao with a pleading expression.
Zuo Dao understood what he meant but did not take action. He slowly turned around and directed his gaze toward Yuan Tai and Ren He.
“Shall I do it? Or will you handle it yourselves?”
A cold voice laced with killing intent rang out.
Yuan Tai and Ren He trembled in fear. The pressure from Zuo Dao was so overwhelming that they would rather let Tian Qing die than release the murderous intent building within them.
At this moment, Zuo Dao needed no further action; a single glance was enough to strip Yuan Tai and Ren He of their fighting spirit. Yet both were immortals from the To Immortal Realm. Despite the intense pressure they felt, they still held on, refusing to let their minds shatter.
"Friend, be merciful and spare us; after all, we have not caused you any loss. Why must you be so aggressive?" Yuan Tai forced a smile, though his words betrayed a hint of desperation.
"It seems I must take matters into my own hands," Zuo Dao replied, ignoring him as he brandished both sword and blade.
The intent to kill was clear, and both Yuan Tai and Ren He understood Zuo Dao's meaning. They exchanged a glance, then suddenly turned and fled.
Zuo Dao's strike had already terrified them; they preferred to run rather than fight. Death would be preferable, but Zuo Dao's methods were far more sinister.
The group of cultivators stood in shock. While they had anticipated that the two might avoid confrontation, they never expected them to abandon their immortal identities and flee.
Zuo Dao watched their retreating figures with a cold smile, making no move to pursue.
The Supreme Honor Squad had been waiting for some time, seemingly having made prior arrangements. Instead of chasing after Yuan Tai, they focused on Ren He.
The ten members acted swiftly. Just as Ren He attempted to escape, they wove a net in his path. Their goal was not to kill but to hinder him, knowing that Zuo Dao would handle the rest.
Yuan Tai felt a flicker of hope at the Supreme Honor Squad's actions, quickly followed by alarm. Just a few moments would be enough for Zuo Dao to unleash that wicked sword strike once more.
One strike could injure; if it severed their lifespans, where could they possibly run? For the first time, regret filled his heart—he should not have separated from Ren He. The same thought crossed Ren He's mind.
They both realized the same truth: their opponent did not need to kill them; depriving them of their lifespans would suffice. Even if they managed to escape, what good would it do?
With determination, Yuan Tai turned and charged at the Squad. Zuo Dao smirked mockingly.
Though the Supreme Honor Squad was primarily offensive, defending against an attack would still take time—even for Yuan Tai and Ren He, who were unfamiliar with the Squad's tactics.
At that moment, Zuo Dao discovered that he could no longer use the Nourishing Sword; with his current realm, he could only unleash three strikes at most. Yet even those three strikes revealed the power of the Chaos Formula. He began to anticipate the arrival of Xiaoyao Blade's might.
The Nourishing Sword was primarily for killing; the Xiaoyao Blade also served that purpose. But what surprises would the Xiaoyao Blade bring him?
Thinking of this, Zuo Dao casually drew a flourish with his blade.
Following Original State, he walked over.
Faced with the two great Immortals, the Supreme Honor Squad unleashed unprecedented combat power. They held their ground firmly, and in just a few breaths, not only did they intercept Ren He, but they also blocked Yuan Tai's attack.
However, the cost of this was immense. The armor personally forged by Zuo Dao had become tattered and worn, and at least four members were severely injured. Yet despite this, not a single member of the Squad took a step back. They steadfastly maintained their formation perfectly.
The full-force assault from the two Immortals was surprisingly halted by a single Squad, which was enough to make them proud. Still, they knew deep down that they had not done enough; they could be stronger.
A few moments were already enough for Zuo Dao to make many decisions.
The Nourishing Sword was sheathed, and the Xiaoyao Blade was drawn. The same Human World Fist now carried a sense of melancholy.
Severing the Mortal Ties.
A blade light like a flowing river descended, arching like a rainbow between the two Immortals and the Squad.
The elegance of that strike was akin to the vastness of the world's Weak Water, deeply captivating those who beheld it.
The charm of that strike transformed into myriad forms of existence, making it impossible to extricate oneself.
If the Nourishing Sword represented the pinnacle of life, then the Xiaoyao Blade symbolized the rebirth of death.
Block.
The blade glided lightly over Yuan Tai's bone staff and rested gently on his shoulder.
The blade passed over Ren He's whip and slowly brushed against his body.
With a thud, both of them spat out a mouthful of blood, as if struck by a giant hammer, and fell to the ground.
Boom! Boom!
Two loud crashes echoed.
The ground bore two deep craters, evidence of the tremendous force behind the attack.
The sword felt heavy while the knife felt light.
Yet, such an attack could not inflict significant damage on Yuan Tai and Ren He. Aside from coughing up blood, both stood up effortlessly and exchanged puzzled glances.
They were both thinking the same thing: to check if the other had aged. However, seeing their own reflections in each other's eyes, they couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.
"Do you really think this strike was that simple? Do you know what the Xiaoyao Blade is?"
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