Chapter 171 : The Peerless Sword
Chapter 171: The Peerless Sword
“Boom…”
Several enormous palms descended from the sky, as if intending to completely erase the Great Luo Sword Sect from existence.
“Kill!”
At that instant, within the Great Luo Sword Sect, countless figures rose with swords in hand, charging toward the sky.
There were men and women, old and young—every single one bore a resolute expression.
After defeat in the Ten Lands Reincarnation Battle, aside from mortals, none would be spared.
In that moment, endless sword light surged like a galaxy, filling heaven and earth.
Yet in the end, all were effortlessly wiped away by those palms, turning into a boundless rain of blood that scattered downward.
White bones and flesh covered the land.
Even the mountains and rocks were dyed crimson.
This was the land of defeat—where the Great Dao had been seized. Within one’s own world, all Dao techniques and divine abilities had their power greatly diminished.
One could not even resist, nor even make the enemy bleed.
The current heaven and earth had become a cage for slaughter and selection—nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape.
Those massive palms descended one after another, like heavenly might, annihilating everything.
“Boom!”
A corner of the Great Luo Sword Sect exploded as mountain rocks shattered apart.
“Senior brothers, senior sisters, junior brothers!”
A figure burst forth from the shattered rocks, and upon seeing the flesh and blood covering the ground, his eyes instantly turned red.
“Who told you to come out!”
“Go back!”
“You shouldn’t have come out!”
“Your talent is the future of the Great Luo Sword Sect!”
“As long as you live, the Great Luo Sword Sect will never truly fall!”
Seeing that figure break out of the sealed chamber and rush forward, many people’s eyes reddened.
The most talented disciple of the Great Luo Sword Sect—and also the son of the sect master—
Jing Wushuang, known throughout the sect as the Unparalleled Sword Son.
The sect master had gone to the battlefield of the Ten Lands and was likely already dead.
None of them wished to see the sect master’s son follow in his footsteps.
As long as he lived, the Great Luo Sword Sect would not be extinguished.
“Ah!”
Looking at the blood-soaked sect, watching his brothers and sisters die one after another, Jing Wushuang threw his head back and roared.
Raging fury surged to the heavens, his aura becoming wild and violent.
How could he stand by and watch his sect be destroyed, watch all his fellow disciples die, and remain indifferent?
As a sword cultivator, as a man, he could not do it.
Even if he had to die, he would raise his sword and fight—if only to make the enemy shed a single drop of blood!
“Oh? The son of that Sword Immortal?”
“He killed eleven of our Ninth Realm experts—his son deserves death as well!”
“Indeed. We must eliminate all future trouble!”
Divine thoughts rippled across the sky.
In the next moment, a giant palm descended, striking directly toward the frenzied Jing Wushuang.
“You all deserve to die!”
“You all deserve to die!”
Jing Wushuang’s eyes were bloodshot, sword qi coiling around him like dragons as he stared fixedly at the massive eye in the sky.
At this instant, a heaven-shaking sword intent rose from his body.
“Clang!”
The longsword in his hand trembled as it was drawn an inch from its sheath.
In that instant, boundless divine light burst forth from the sword.
Even more terrifying sword intent and sword qi surged from him like a galaxy, soaring into the nine heavens.
The clouds scattered instantly, and the endless void began to shatter inch by inch.
Sensing such sword intent, all the disciples of the Great Luo Sword Sect trembled.
“Junior Brother Wushuang, if that is the case, then even in death, we must make them bleed!”
“I offer up all my flesh and soul to aid Junior Brother Wushuang!”
“And me!”
“And me!”
As voices rang out from all directions, those figures exploded one after another.
Endless flesh, souls, and essence all transformed into pure energy and sword qi, surging like tidal waves toward Jing Wushuang.
“Buzz!”
Jing Wushuang’s aura instantly boiled over, sword intent and sword qi reversing like countless stars pouring back.
They surged across the nine heavens like a true dragon, stirring the universe and roaring upward.
Yet from his eyes, streams of bloody tears flowed.
Gritting his teeth, Jing Wushuang stared at the descending palm’s might, slowly drawing his sword inch by inch.
That world-shaking sword intent continued to climb, silencing the entire sky.
“I offer my soul and flesh to aid Senior Brother Wushuang!”
“Senior Brother, I’m coming!”
“Senior Brother, this sword—we will strike it together, even if it costs our lives, to carve flesh from them!”
Voices echoed from all directions of the Great Luo Sword Sect.
“Boom…”
In the next moment, those figures all exploded—men and women alike, none very old, none highly cultivated.
Yet at this moment, they all sacrificed themselves without hesitation.
Everyone seemed to have only one thought: even in death, they would tear a piece of flesh from the enemy.
If their strength was insufficient, then they would sacrifice everything—including themselves!
They sought no reincarnation, no next life—only this one sword in this life!
“Ahhh!”
Watching figure after figure turn into blood mist, watching soul after soul burn themselves away—
Jing Wushuang’s roar grew ever more thunderous. His eyes seemed to dry up entirely, dark red blood scabs cracking inch by inch.
Former senior brothers and sisters, and those who had only just begun cultivation—all died one by one before him.
Looking across the Great Luo Sword Sect, not a single trace of life remained.
“Clang!”
Amid his roar, Jing Wushuang suddenly drew his sword fully, the sword cry resounding through the nine heavens.
At that instant, heaven and earth fell into silence. Countless divine thoughts, including that massive eye in the sky, all turned toward him.
His once-black hair instantly turned pale and withered. His originally radiant skin shriveled.
Even the faintly golden bones within his body turned pale, riddled with tiny holes.
Yet the aura of the sword in his hand grew ever more terrifying.
It surged across the nine heavens, plunging the entire world into absolute stillness.
“Pouring everything of my Great Luo Sword Sect, pouring this one life of mine—”
“Even in death, I will carve flesh from you!”
Jing Wushuang gritted his teeth, his voice squeezed out from between them.
In the next moment, the longsword in his hand slashed upward against the heavens.
“Rip!”
The dazzling sword light shot into the sky—then instantly turned pitch black.
It was as if, from a moment of brilliance, it had stepped directly into the end of all things, transforming into boundless darkness.
It carried a devouring force that consumed everything.
All things between heaven and earth surged toward that sword.
Flowers, grass, and trees withered instantly into ash.
The blood on the ground dried up in an instant.
Even the light in the sky dimmed at once.
All the immortal mountains of the Great Luo Sword Sect were plunged into darkness.
Everything merged into that single sword.
It was as if only that streak of sword light remained in the world—pitch-black, slashing toward the heavens.
“Rip!”
A terrifying tearing sound echoed through the nine heavens.
The descending palm was split in two by the sword light, then shattered and was devoured in an instant by the black sword light.
Even space and time themselves seemed to be severed and consumed.
One moment the black sword light was still midair—
The next, it had already slashed toward the massive eye.
“Puchi!”
The black sword instantly tore through the enormous eye.
“Ah! What kind of sword Dao is this?”
“Impossible! A mere Seventh Realm—how could he injure us?”
Miserable howls of divine thought erupted from within the eye.
In the next moment, endless blood rained down like a storm, filling heaven and earth with a bloody gale.
White bones and chunks of flesh fell like meteors.
The earth roared endlessly.
Within the massive eye, a clear sword scar remained—
A scar that nearly pierced it entirely, splitting the eye in two.
Each time it blinked, drops of blood fell from it into the world.
“Senior brothers, senior sisters… I did it.”
Looking at the massive eye, Jing Wushuang murmured softly.
His eyes, now devoid of light, slowly swept across the entire Great Luo Sword Sect with deep reluctance.
“How unwilling I am…”
“Give me time, and I would surely break through the Ten Lands and kill my way into the nine heavens!”
Wushuang murmured, filled with endless desolation and unwillingness.
Yet his body began to crumble like ash, scattering into heaven and earth.
His dry lips moved slightly, a faint voice drifting out.
“Senior brothers, senior sisters… don’t go too fast. Wait for me…”
“Crack!”
At the moment his voice fell, the sword in his hand suddenly shattered.
“What a Great Luo Sword Sect!”
“That Great Luo Sword Immortal killed eleven of our Ninth Realm!”
“His son, merely Seventh Realm, has slain one Ninth Realm and three Eighth Realm!”
“He is even more troublesome than the Sword God Sect!”
“If you had not died, there would be a place for you in the sword Dao of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands!”
“Wait… this sword Dao is extraordinary—the broken sword must contain its true intent!”
As voices of astonishment echoed from the massive eye, numerous giant palms reached toward the broken sword.
“Boom!”
Over a dozen massive palms collided, shattering the void into nothingness.
Yet strangely, no matter how they grasped—
That broken sword, shrouded in endless darkness that devoured even light, vanished into the void.
“That broken sword!”
The illusory Li Yunqing stared at the disappearing sword, momentarily stunned.
She had personally discarded that broken sword just moments ago.
Yet she had never imagined that even the powerful beings within that massive eye would scramble to seize it.
“Ninth Realm? Eighth Realm? Sixth Realm? Supreme Being?”
“These are the names for realms in the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands?”
“Indeed… though cultivation paths may differ, the realms are similar.”
“Using such names is more convenient.”
“At present, I can only be considered Fifth Realm—just having touched the Dao of heaven and earth.”
Understanding dawned on Li Yunqing, yet she also felt somewhat dejected.
She was likely the only Fifth Realm in the entire Fallen Immortal Land.
With such strength, how could she face the Ten Lands Reincarnation Battle?
If defeated, the scene before her would once again play out in the Fallen Immortal Land.
“In less than a hundred years… can this battle truly be won?”
“Buzz!”
As that thought passed through her mind, the world before her shattered like an illusion.
Her body returned once more to the Immortal God Forbidden Zone.
The surrounding darkness gradually receded, sunlight pouring down from above.
Li Yunqing subconsciously lowered her head, looking at her right hand.
That broken sword lay quietly within her grasp.
Faintly, she seemed to see the man called Wushuang—dressed in white, standing in the void, gazing at her gently.
“Though I do not know why it chose you, I believe in its choice.”
“And you… should be the hope of the Fallen Immortal Land.”
“That sword was what I comprehended at the moment of my death. Though it is only half a move, it is no weaker than any divine ability or immortal technique!”
“Find it a true successor—let it slaughter all enemies!”
As he spoke, Jing Wushuang’s figure gradually faded, dissolving into the light.
Only a thunderous voice remained, echoing in Li Yunqing’s ears.
“May the mountains and rivers of the Fallen Immortal Land endure forever!”
“May all in the Fallen Immortal Land become dragons!”