A single sword strike flew forth.
The Sword Intent transformed into a vast sea of blood. Hundreds, even thousands, of phantom pigs came galloping out as if a massive army was charging to the slaughter. The void trembled as the countless blood pig phantoms converged into a fire dragon, slamming into the Seventh Elder.
In an instant, the protective Magical Treasure of the Ghost King Sect’s Seventh Elder shattered. In the next moment, his physical body disintegrated. The sword qi, filled with destructive might, obliterated all his vitality.
Only a Nascent Soul rose from the mangled remains. Wrapped around a storage ring, it attempted to flee for its life.
"Still trying to run?" Wang Xiu formed a sword seal and pointed fiercely. "Wind-Thunder Talisman Sword Art!"
A great thunderclap boomed. Blue-purple lightning, laced with sword qi, streaked across the night sky. Thunder Techniques were a natural counter to demons and evil spirits, and the Seventh Elder was now nothing more than a Nascent Soul. He was annihilated in an instant, dispersing into the heavens and the earth, leaving behind only a low roar filled with unwillingness and venomous resentment.
Until the moment of his death, the Seventh Elder couldn’t understand why this female disciple from the Hehuan Sect had attacked him.
Was it just because I didn’t spare her a second glance? Did her love turn to hate? Despicable! Utterly despicable! Women! Especially beautiful women—they truly are impossible to figure out!
The death of the Ghost King Sect’s Seventh Elder was like a bomb, instantly shocking everyone present.
Venerable Red Tiger, Venerable Golden Lion, and Venerable Yu Jiao all turned their heads simultaneously. They arrived just in time to see that incredibly sexy and charming Hehuan Sect disciple use an overwhelmingly powerful and domineering thunder-based sword technique to obliterate the Seventh Elder’s Nascent Soul.
The three of them were utterly bewildered.
Why would a Hehuan Sect disciple attack the Seventh Elder? She’s a sultry, seductive enchantress. How could she possibly know such a masculine and fierce Thunder Technique? And even if she did, she’s a mere Golden Core Stage enchantress! Even with a sneak attack, how could she possibly annihilate the Nascent Soul Stage Seventh Elder of the Ghost King Sect in a single strike? Holy shit! I must have woken up wrong. This is just outrageous! I need to go back to sleep and start over!
Venerable Yu Jiao was the first to recover. She stared at Wang Xiu, her eyes cold and furious. "You’re not Yu Dai. Who are you?"
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His words immediately found agreement among the others.
To be able to kill a Demon Sect Venerable in a single strike... that’s terrifying! If we’re honest with ourselves, if she had ambushed any of us just now, none of us would have been confident in surviving that sword strike! In this place, tonight, someone this ridiculously powerful cannot be allowed to exist!
With that, all three Venerable-level powerhouses abandoned their opponents and focused their attacks on Wang Xiu. As the three joined forces, their aura was world-shaking. A giant golden lion phantom, a Crimson Tiger Demon Spirit, and a sky full of Charm Women Souls swarmed toward her from all directions.
Seeing this, Wang Xiu summoned the Endless Blood Sea, his body brimming with Sword Intent that pierced the heavens. This time, he burned two thousand Pig Spirits, transforming them into an endless torrent of sharpness that converged upon his sword.
"Same Life as Heaven and Earth—Two Thousand Executions—Slash!"
The magnificent spectacle of thousands of charging pigs reappeared. For a moment, the heavens and earth filled with the mournful yet resolute roars of pigs, which gradually merged into the cry of a dragon. A blast of sword qi, even more terrifying than before, sliced across the sky.
The expressions of Venerable Yu Jiao and the others changed simultaneously. This sword strike seemed to cleave the very void in two, as if it contained the power to destroy everything. Even they were unwilling to face it head-on, hastily retreating a great distance.
The sword qi tore the entire City Lord’s Mansion in half. Its power still undiminished, it shot toward the high firmament, lighting up the night sky. The whole of Limitless City seemed to be shrouded in a sea of blood. The sheer scale of it was horrifying.
"Holy shit! Is this... Same Life as Heaven and Earth?" Li Zuoyue stared at the scene, utterly dumbfounded.
As the chief of the Sword Sect, he of course recognized this move. He had even practiced it himself. But even he had only managed to cultivate the Heaven and Earth Longevity Demon Slaying Slash to the minor achievement realm!
This plunged Li Zuoyue into a deep well of self-doubt.
Am I really the chief of the Sword Sect? We actually have such a powerful junior sister in our sect?
He assumed it was a junior sister because this sword technique, though powerful, was a move that burned one’s life force. It was unnecessary unless there was a significant gap in realm and strength between the two sides. Thus, Li Zuoyue was certain this had to be a disciple of the younger generation.
Of course, that’s all secondary. The most important thing is, for such a life-draining sword move, is this junior sister really using it twice in a row? Does she not value her life? Is it necessary to go this hard? And why are the special effects of the Heaven and Earth Longevity Demon Slaying Slash she’s performing so... bizarre? What proper sword cultivator’s attack manifests so many phantom pigs?
Venerable Yu Jiao and the other two had grave expressions, a wave of lingering fear washing over them. They glared at Wang Xiu with dark expressions.
"Who in the world are you?" Venerable Yu Jiao’s tone was filled with an unprecedented level of caution and astonishment.
They knew of basically all the prominent young talents of this generation from the Sanqing Immortal Sect. Even if they hadn’t met them, they had reviewed their profiles countless times. But the power of that last sword strike was so terrifying, it didn’t seem like something a young disciple could possibly wield.
A mysterious light floated around Wang Xiu as his figure gradually changed, transforming into that of a plain-looking man. Sword in hand, he sneered, "A true man stands by his name and his actions. From Tianzhu Peak of the Sanqing Immortal Sect."
"I am the true heir of the Sword Sect, Wang Yibo—the ’Yibo’ from the phrase ’righteousness that soars to the heavens’!"
"Today, I shall fight you devil heads to the death!"
With a great roar filled with righteous fury, his Sword Intent surged once more. He raised the blood-red sword high above his head.
"Same Life as Heaven and Earth—Ten Thousand Executions—Slash!"
The faces of Venerable Yu Jiao and the others changed drastically.
They didn’t know what sword technique Wang Xiu was using, but they could count! His previous attacks were already on the scale of thousands, and they were that fierce! This one was a ’ten thousand executions’ slash! With at least ten times the power, wouldn’t that be fatal?