Chapter 124: The Four Sword Masters Reveal Their Divine Might
The poem says:
Ten years of sharpening a sword, frost blade never tested.
Today I show it to you, who says justice isn’t bested?
In ten years’ time, Yan Shisan and his three comrades refined their Sword Hearts, achieving the Taiyi Golden Immortal, condensing the Sword Elixir, meticulously tempering their own Sword Dao, unlike ordinary cultivators could compare.
Ye Gucheng confronted the Great Ming King Dharma Body, who was born with six faces, six arms, six legs, seated on a quaking throne, carrying flames on his back, wielding halberds, bows, lassos, swords, arrows, staves and other magical treasures, with angrily bulging eyes, his appearance extremely fierce and unparalleled.
Ye Gucheng let out a light shout, hand twisting a sword technique, and suddenly upon the sword blade rose angry dragons one after another, with dragon aura emerging, pressing towards the Great Ming King Dharma Body! The Great Ming King had already sent his six magical treasures forth, merging with the Dharma Body; he was now thoroughly gearing up to battle Ye Gucheng.
The Great Ming King raised his Demon-Subduing Staff and bathed in Buddha’s Light, conjuring a Vajra that grabbed one of the angry dragons with one hand, instantly crushing it to dust!
Ye Gucheng’s demeanor was calm as still water, but his swordsmanship was light as dandelion fluff, making it seem extremely incongruent! His Sword Form was practiced to the state where the sword moved with the heart, so his sword technique appeared incredibly ethereal and elusive, each strike light as fluff, yet truly as heavy as Mount Tai. If one were struck squarely, they would likely be split in two.
The Great Ming King’s advantage lay in his six faces, six arms, six legs, more hands and more feet, more faces and more eyes, naturally managing to block Ye Gucheng’s sword moves.
"Sword like floating fluff scattered in the wind, intention flowing like water to any direction!" Ye Gucheng twirled a sword technique with his hands, and his sword moves became sharper and more elusive, even the Great Ming King found them increasingly difficult to ward off.
The Great Ming King uttered a True Word "Om", and suddenly a massive Sanskrit character as imposing as a mountain pressed down.