Chapter 225 : Sword Shatters Ten Thousand Arts
Chapter 225: Sword Shatters Ten Thousand Arts
“Senior Brother Luo!”
The two Blazing Flame Sect cultivators who had just arrived cupped their hands slightly toward Luo Yongjie, their tone filled with respect, before turning their gazes toward Chen Beiwu.
“Who is this person? How dare he confront Senior Brother Luo!”
Both furrowed their brows, confusion flickering across their faces.
From Chen Beiwu’s attire, they instantly recognized the Daoist robe of the Mirror Moon Sect.
The problem was, Chen Beiwu’s face was unfamiliar, and his cultivation was only at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment. Within the Mirror Moon Sect, he likely was not even a true disciple.
With such strength, what gave him the courage to flaunt himself before Senior Brother Luo?
“Little loach?” Chen Beiwu chuckled lightly, his expression calm as he said, “Empty bluster and loud words only reveal your weakness.”
Hearing this, the hearts of the two Blazing Flame Sect cultivators skipped a beat.
Was this youth insane, to actually provoke their Senior Brother?
“Boring. Someone who only knows how to win by words.” Luo Yongjie’s eyes showed disappointment, his battle intent vanishing, “I’ll leave him to you.”
With that, he strode toward the jade-built medicine beds.
A fellow whom even true experts could not recognize had no right to contest him.
“Yes, Senior Brother Luo.” Yan Yue and Jiang Tian responded in unison, then exchanged a glance.
Both were true disciples of the Blazing Flame Sect, cultivators at the peak of Foundation Establishment.
The former ranked tenth on the Blazing Flame Rankings, the latter ranked sixteenth.
“Senior Sister Yan, let me handle this.”
Jiang Tian stepped forward proudly.
To deal with a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator and a mid-stage beast companion, he alone was enough. There was no need for Senior Sister Yan to act.
“Be careful,” Yan Yue’s eyes flickered.
Her intuition told her that Chen Beiwu was not a simple opponent.
But with her and Senior Brother Luo present to suppress the situation, even if Chen Beiwu was a false Core True Person, he would still perish here.
“Rest assured, Senior Sister. This will be over quickly.”
Jiang Tian formed hand seals with both hands, crimson-golden flames dancing at his fingertips.
In an instant, a massive fiery wheel condensed from raging flames took shape before him, stirring the spiritual energies of the great hall and radiating a terrifying heat that could incinerate mountains and boil seas.
Seeing this, Yan Yue nodded slightly.
No wonder Junior Brother Jiang, as Elder Sun’s personal disciple, had managed at such a young age to cultivate the second-tier peerless spiritual art 【Blazing Flame Heaven Wheel】 to the perfected stage. The might of his fire techniques already carried traces of a false Core True Person.
It was clear that ranking sixteenth on the Blazing Flame Rankings was far from Junior Brother Jiang’s limit.
With his talent, in time he was destined to enter the top five.
Boom!
The fiery wheel spun violently, unleashing a scorching storm. The lamps and candles in the hall flickered madly, casting light upon Jiang Tian’s confident face.
He pressed his right palm downward. The Blazing Flame Heaven Wheel descended like a falling Great Sun, carrying heat enough to melt gold and iron, roaring as it crushed down toward Chen Beiwu.
Wherever the wheel passed, the very air shrieked in protest, like flame demons howling.
Yet in the face of this overwhelming fire technique, Chen Beiwu’s eyes remained utterly calm.
“Clang!”
At the very instant the Great Sun descended, about to engulf Chen Beiwu and Golden Egg, a crisp sword cry rang out.
The Cold-Pool Spirit Sword leapt from its sheath at Chen Beiwu’s back, striking after yet arriving before, its sword light faster than the limits of Foundation Establishment divine sense could capture.
Ssschhh!!!
The azure-blue sword light pierced the core mana node. The destructive momentum of the Blazing Flame Heaven Wheel stalled abruptly, as if struck by its nemesis, then rapidly dimmed, shrank, collapsed, and was annihilated.
Even after shattering the Heaven Wheel, the sword light did not dissipate; its force remained undiminished.
‘Impossible!’ The confidence on Jiang Tian’s face froze instantly, replaced by boundless dread.
Faced with the threat of death, he instinctively poured all his mana into activating defensive spiritual artifacts.
But it was too late!
Even if his divine sense reacted in time, his body and mana circulation could not keep up with that death-dealing sword light. Only an automatic defensive inner armor artifact managed to activate.
“Pfft!” A soft, nearly inaudible sound.
The sword light pierced through the defense of a second-tier high-grade artifact, then pierced through Jiang Tian’s brow, extinguishing his soul.
“Junior Brother Jiang!”
Yan Yue’s delicate body trembled. Her eyes widened in disbelief at Jiang Tian, frozen in place as the light in his eyes rapidly dimmed.
Chen Beiwu calmly slid his sword back into its sheath, not even sparing the corpse a glance, his gaze levelly meeting Luo Yongjie’s. It was as though he had merely crushed an ant with a casual stroke.
Too weak.
With his flawless Foundation, he could battle Immortal Alliance peak Foundation Establishment prodigies across two minor realms.
But even among peak Foundation Establishment cultivators, there were differences.
Compared to Immortal Alliance prodigies, peak Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Southern Wastes, even those from the Five Great Sects, were not worth mentioning.
‘It seems I overestimated the strength of Southern Wastes’ peak Foundation Establishment cultivators.’ Chen Beiwu thought inwardly.
The hall fell into dead silence, broken only by the faint crackling of flames left behind.
“How is this possible? A mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator killed Junior Brother Jiang in one sword strike!”
Yan Yue instinctively activated her Departure Fire Escape Technique, retreating to Senior Brother Luo’s side.
Only this way could she suppress the horror and dread in her heart.
“Sword Dao, Fourth Realm: One Sword Shatters Ten Thousand Arts!” Luo Yongjie’s eyes grew solemn.
In the Southern Wastes cultivation world, sword cultivators were acknowledged by all as the most difficult opponents.
The reason was simple: most Southern Wastes cultivators pursued the vastness of arts and the profundity of mana and divine sense.
But sword cultivators were different. Their path was pure.
They forged all their essence, energy, and spirit, all their understanding and strength, into a single sword. Discarding all unnecessary flourishes, only the core and essence of the ‘sword’ remained.
Currently, seven realms of Sword Dao were known in the Southern Wastes, though Luo Yongjie only knew the first four.
The First Realm: Sword Qi Like Thunder.
Those who touched this path— their sword qi thundered as it tore through the air, cutting gold and stone as if they were mud, invincible among Qi Refining cultivators.
The Second Realm: Sword Light Manifold.
Those who grasped this realm— one thought could transform into hundreds or thousands of sword shadows, reality and illusion intertwining to slay in all directions, invincible among Foundation Establishment cultivators.
The Third Realm: Sword Intent Profound.
Those who forged their Sword Heart— even before the sword was drawn, its momentum could suppress mountains and rivers; a sword cry could stir the heavens. Among Golden Core cultivators, few could stand as equals, allowing them to cross realms in battle.
The Fourth Realm: One Sword Shatters Ten Thousand Arts.
Those who attested the Dao with the sword— no matter how many mystical arts you possessed, I would cut them all down with a single strike.
Such existences were supreme sword cultivators, even among Nascent Soul True Monarchs, capable of crossing realms to kill.
In short, every sword cultivator who grasped the true essence of the Sword Dao was unrivaled in offense, a peerless genius rarely matched within the same realm. This was precisely why the Profound Sword Pavilion could stand as one of the Five Great Sects.
But had he not witnessed it himself, Luo Yongjie would never have believed that such a peerless sword Dao genius existed in this world—someone who, at Foundation Establishment, had already mastered the realm of “One Sword Shatters Ten Thousand Arts,” which normally only Nascent Soul True Monarchs could comprehend.
What baffled Luo Yongjie even more was that such a genius was not from the Profound Sword Pavilion, but from the alchemy-focused Mirror Moon Sect.