Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

After mastering all the arts of three different races, Ye Fengsheng had once killed Kunlun's leader. Yet he did not rely on his brute strength, but on the advantage he gained by peering, through the dimness behind his eyes, into the channels and pathways of Spirit. He could not set foot upon the main thoroughfare.

But at the brink of life and death, no one cares about the path or the method; as long as one survives, that is the right way.

His soles pressed into the ground, crushing the petals in the garden to dust. The Sword Array beneath Ye Fengsheng's feet suddenly rang out; two Spiritual Swordslayers shot into the air, draping a layer of killing intent over the Sword Array.

Pei Qi naturally would not sit by and watch. As the Sword Array formed, the drooping sleeves of his robe had already become calm and natural. A fierce aura surged out from his sleeves, ramming straight toward Ye Fengsheng's chest.

The Sword Array hummed; souls twisted into powder.

Since Pei Qi had already been ordered to die, letting him die was only natural. The halo that had been wrapped around the falling star had at some point entirely vanished, and the aura on the longsword had disappeared as well. When the blades met, the thunderous explosion shook the ears.

There was no mercy and no restraint. Every sword that fell jarred Pei Qi's arms; the knife in his hand was shaken three times in a row. The blade clutched in Pei Qi's hand was no longer a cuntou; blood dripped from the hilt. The tiger's mouth between thumb and forefinger had been torn by countless wounds of flesh and skin.

After the initial panic, Pei Qi had already adapted. Though defending was somewhat strenuous, it was not difficult. For now they were only probing each other's true strength. They had a rough measure of each other's power, but would not yet divide life from death.

Just then a thought had arisen. A different sensation came from the blade in his hand. Without thinking, he discovered that the knife painstakingly forged by this clan's craftsmen had already snapped. The black dagger in Ye Fengsheng's hand was not only unscathed, it had even torn open his neck.

What sword is this!

Pei Qi's heart lurched. He wanted to dodge, but had not expected Ye Fengsheng to show no mercy. Even the Sword Array behind him was no more. Ye Fengsheng was resolved to seize this sword.

After the duel had begun, those overbearing words had been cut off again and again. There was no unbroken flesh left on Pei Qi's body. An arm severed, grievously wounded, he still spoke such words. It was deeply ironic, yet Ye Fengsheng dared not grow careless, and his gaze grew all the more cautious.

There were thousands of swords in the Sword Array, most of them Devil Spirits. They could not be called mere Spiritual Power. Though Ye Fengsheng had from the outset intended to kill Pei Qi outright, the man was also an ancient monk who had stepped into the Ingot realm. Though his emotions had been battered, the Spirit within his body remained, stronger than that of most men.

Among tens of thousands of blades, only three Xing Liu could tear souls. The Array's assaults were also led by these three hilts of Xing Liu. After they took the lead in shattering the spiritual protection, the myriad swords and knives rode down along the tracks of tears, striking directly at the unprotected flesh.

Now those three swords were still whirling within the formation, yet Pei Qi no longer added new wounds to their tally. Though Ye Fengsheng did not know how he had done it, a strange feeling arose in his heart.

Knowing the Sword Array was useless, Ye Fengsheng scattered the ferocious Sword Gang. He saw three Elves before his eyes brandishing short swords, their tips aimed straight at his brow, his heart, and his waist. Under the pressure of that severed, bloody arm of Chi Da, he could no longer advance. Spiritual waves rippled now and then from the sword tips—Spirit's last struggle as it was torn apart.

The blades trembled and hummed, but they were not as brittle as common steel, for they were forged from flying Stars. Their sound carried a faint rasp.

Pei Qi, who was suppressing the three swords, was drenched in blood. His eyes suddenly filled with savage intent. Wounds that had begun to mend under the nourishment of Spirit suddenly spilled countless streams of black and red blood. As he collapsed to the ground, bringing with him a gush of scorching steam, the three Swordsmen's "brow, heart, waist" three points opened at once. The three swords spun through the air, and though Xing Liu whirled aloft, it could still easily slice through any aura it touched, possessing as yet unbeaten sharpness.

Ye Fengsheng wanted to break free, yet did not know what method Pei Qi had used; he could not succeed every time.

Pei Qi stomped his foot again. He sprang up from the ground, yet did not take flight; instead, he slammed back down. Blood flowed more fiercely from his wounded arm. The three short swords, suppressed by his Void, did not tremble; like a dead man, they lay perfectly still at their appointed places on his body.

"The ancient books record that the Stars in the heavens are fragments fallen from the sky, obtained by the elders of my clan. After long, bitter refinement, it was hard enough even to strip away half their nature. Then, by melting Spirit with the power of Heaven and Earth, they were forged into six Stars that can cut all things beneath the sky—even souls cannot escape."

Pei Qi, disregarding his injuries, said lightly, "I never thought you would have such fortune as to obtain three Nameless Soul-cutting Swords. A man like you has his own firmament and Stars to shield him. Even without cultivating our clan's Pure Heart, you would not easily fall. In time you could walk a righteous path and attain Immortal state. And yet, for that, you would trample rules that have been passed down for thousands of years—only to end them here and now?"

"Now you would use those nameless swords to kill me. It's clear that these three Spiritual Blades are not only the Heaven and Earth Spirit, but also your own attainment. Every stroke you make can wound me, and will also leave irreparable scars upon your meridians. If you kill me, then in the future you too will perish because of these nameless swords."

Without a sword, Ye Fengsheng's cold eyes: "Don't pin your hopes on luck. Today I can kill you, grind you down to the bone, cast you into the rivers and lakes, and make you see clearly how many atrocities you have committed under Kunlun Pei's orders—this is the wrath of men and Gods alike."

"Kunlun?"

Pei Qi laughed and said, "Your Ye Fengsheng has already razed Kunlun to the ground. No matter how deep your hatred, it has nothing to do with the Pei Family. What's more, your Ye Fengsheng will die today. How will the world ever learn of Kunlun?"

"Indeed,"

His eyelids drooped slightly as Ye Fengsheng said, "I used to think only common folk were so foolish—whenever they did the tiniest good deed, they always wanted to pray to God and Buddha, so that when they ascended to heaven, Gods and ghosts alike would know. I always thought Gods and ghosts knew nothing of my misdeeds. I never expected that Pei has been dead for thousands of years already. I was too foolish. Isn't that a bit too difficult?"

Pei Qi had originally been pinned to the ground. To deal with Ye Fengsheng's sudden punch, he had been forced to drive himself forward with the power of a single leg. Now, trading fist for fist with Ye Fengsheng, he still suffered unexpected losses. Though at a glance, the two fists seemed merely to press together, only he knew how many of his meridians Ye Fengsheng's Spirit had swept through within his body.

"You couldn't beat me with two arms. Now I have one more fist than you—how dare you claim you can kill me?"

He sneered as he spoke. Standing upon the ground, Ye Fengsheng sank another three inches by borrowing his own strength. As the earth cracked inch by inch, his other hand lifted, as though to pluck the Stars and the Ming Yue from the sky.

In an instant, wind and cloud changed color, the quiet peak of Linjiang Mountain turned upside down, the firmament wheeled, and sun and moon could no longer be told apart!

Pei Qi felt no fear. His empty robe flowed like a dragon, soaring straight toward the starry sky beneath the dim light.