Chapter 222 - 134: Divine Skill - Taiyi Thunder Skill
Gu Yun’s figure streaked across the sky like a bolt of lightning before he descended onto the vast arena stage.
His white robes billowed without a breeze and his long hair danced as he stood tall upon the stage.
His posture was as straight as a spear pointed defiantly at the heavens, as unyielding as a winter plum in a blizzard.
Just moments later,
a figure riding a beam of sword light tore through the sky.
In a flash, he landed on the stage.
Gu Yun’s deep gaze fell upon the figure opposite him—a man in golden robes with a longsword on his back and a cold, severe expression.
A brief, dazed look appeared on his face.
It was none other than Qin Xuan, the very same man who had once tried to intimidate him in front of the Profound Celestial Trial Tower.
"I never expected,
that my first opponent would be you."
Gu Yun spoke, his voice a mixture of surprise, relief, and overwhelming confidence.
"Oh?!
I didn’t expect it to be you, either!"
Qin Xuan stared at the vaguely familiar figure, and in an instant, it came back to him: this was the young prodigy he had tested with a couple of moves in front of the Profound Celestial Trial Tower.
Soon after, however,
Qin Xuan’s eyes narrowed.
He sensed an aura emanating from the other man, as vast and heavy as an ocean.
It was an invisible pressure, but it gave him a distinct sense of danger!
’But how could that be possible?!’
’As far as I know, this guy...’
’...has been in the Inner Sect for less than ten years.’
’Yet now, even I can feel a sense of danger from him.’
’This... It’s simply unbelievable.’
’A prodigy like me...’
’...spent nearly a hundred years in the True Martial Realm just to reach the Ninth Layer Peak.’
’But this guy... If I’m not mistaken...’
’...he can’t be more than thirty, can he?’
’Could he be another Ye Xuantian?’
The image of that supreme, monstrous genius—one that even he had to look up to—flashed through Qin Xuan’s mind.
’No!’
’It’s impossible!!’
’What a joke!!’
’No matter how strong he is,’
’this time, I will win. No one can stop me!!!’
A thousand thoughts flashed through Qin Xuan’s mind in an instant, finally coalescing into a single, resolute conviction.
Following this, the Momentum around him surged, and an incredibly sharp Sword Intent began to well up from within him.
"On the arena for Group Seven,"
"it’s Gu Yun, ranked ninety-eighth on the Profound Celestial List, against Qin Xuan, ranked nineteenth."
"You don’t even have to think about it. Gu Yun is going to get crushed!"
"What a shame..."
A disciple, seeing the figures standing on the massive stage of Group Seven, couldn’t help but sigh in pity for Gu Yun.
Undoubtedly, anyone seeing a matchup of rank ninety-eight versus rank nineteen would have the same first impression. The difference in strength was obvious at a glance.
"That’s some fucking bullshit!"
"The fight hasn’t even started and you’re already running your damn mouth."
"How could Senior Brother Gu possibly lose?"
"You tell me! How is Senior Brother Gu going to lose? Huh?!"
A tall, thin, middle-aged man in a long black robe and a handlebar mustache roared at the disciple.
The moment Ji Ba heard someone disrespecting Gu Yun, he immediately flew into a vicious rage.
The sheer force of his presence exploded, reaching the might of the True Martial Realm Fourth Layer—all thanks to the three True Spirit Pills Gu Yun had given him several months prior.
As Gu Yun’s most loyal fan, Ji Ba naturally couldn’t tolerate hearing his idol’s defeat declared as a foregone conclusion.
"Eighth Master,
calm down,
don’t be so hasty."
"Senior Brother Gu is exceptionally talented; you can’t judge him by ordinary standards."
"Even against a renowned prodigy like Qin Xuan, I believe Senior Brother Gu can still win!"
A nearby disciple tried to placate the infuriated Ji Ba.
"Hmph!"
"Of course! No matter who the opponent is,"
"Senior Brother Gu is invincible."
"I, Ji Chongba, have spoken!"
Ji Ba said with a cold snort.
The middle-aged man, with his handlebar mustache and narrow, shrewd eyes,
was ranked eighth among his siblings in the mortal world,
so he was named Ji Ba.
He later joined a monastery and became a monk.
As he was of the "Chong" generation, he was called Ji Chongba.
Afterward, he was expelled for breaking his vows and reverted to his original name, Ji Ba.
Later,
he made a name for himself,
and all his associates on the streets had to address him as ’Eighth Master!’
...
The two on the stage were, of course, oblivious to the emotional turmoil brewing among the spectators.
At that moment, the air on the vast stage was thick with a battle-lust as palpable as smoke.
A terrifying Sword Intent erupted from Qin Xuan, seemingly powerful enough to annihilate the very space around him.
His sharp gaze burned with the rock-solid conviction that he would be victorious!!
"The match... begins!!"
After confirming their identities, the Deacon Referee’s shout officially marked the start of the match!
BOOM!
The instant the words fell, Qin Xuan’s vast True Essence Cultivation at the True Martial Realm Ninth Layer Peak erupted. A Heaven-Reaching Sword Intent flooded out from his body, surging toward the heavens and piercing the sky!
The terrifying Sword Intent shattered the very space around him as it emerged, releasing a display of horrifying power!
A glint of sword light flashed in Qin Xuan’s eyes. He seemed to become a sharp sword himself, one that could pierce the heavens, radiating an unparalleled might!
With a wave of his hand, the Spiritual Weapon Longsword on his back was in his grasp. It shimmered with a profound light, its overflowing Sword Qi threatening to pierce and shatter the void!
ZING!
A Heaven-Reaching sword cry echoed through the sky.
Qin Xuan pushed off the air, his body shooting across the sky like a meteor.
"Fall!!"
The Jinghong Sword in his hand suddenly slashed through the void, unleashing a terrifying beam of light.
The beam of light tore through space like a bolt of lightning ripping open a dark world. It then blossomed in mid-air, releasing a blindingly brilliant radiance.
The blade, imbued with an incomparably sharp Sword Intent, ripped through the void. The brilliant light transformed into a surging River of Sword Qi thousands of feet long. It swept through dimension after dimension, as if falling from the heavens themselves, descending upon Gu Yun with overwhelming force!
’He really is strong!’