Chapter 94: A Peerless Sword

After the two Sword Intents were locked in a stalemate for several breaths, the Sword Intent exploded, and the powerful impact sent Jiang Zhaoxia flying.

Jiang Zhaoxia landed on the opposite side of the Xi River. After landing, he retreated eight steps before stabilizing his body. His face turned pale, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. His right hand, holding the sword, trembled.

He stared intently forward. Rolling dust rose from the opposite side of the river, obscuring Shen Yue’s figure, only his general outline visible.

The mountains and fields were silent, everyone looking at Shen Yue, waiting for the dust to clear.

Soon, the dust dispersed, revealing Shen Yue’s body. His white hair fluttered, and his robes had many torn areas, but he was not injured. His entire being was enveloped in a sharp Sword Intent, and his Aura was even stronger.

Shen Yue lowered his head to look at the sword in his hand. As his gaze fell, cracks appeared on the blade, rapidly spreading, then shattering like a mirror, scattering across the ground.

Seeing the Sword God’s sword shattered, the Disciples of Qingxiao Sect were all invigorated.

“Elder Jiang won?”

“No, the Sword God doesn’t seem to be injured.”

“Even if he’s not injured, without a sword, how can he fight again?”

“To witness such a duel in this life, I can die without regrets.”

“These two people’s martial arts are too high; they feel like they’re not on the same level as those first-rate experts in the Jianghu.”

Not only the Disciples of Qingxiao Sect but even the pilgrims were discussing excitedly. In their opinion, even if Jiang Zhaoxia could only fight the Sword God to a draw, it would be a great honor.

Jiang Zhaoxia was several rounds of age younger than the Sword God, so even if he lost, it was understandable.

When the dust on the opposite side of the Xi River completely cleared, Shen Yue released his right hand, and the sword hilt fell to the ground. He then stomped his right foot, causing the mud beneath the hilt to collapse, forming a small pit. His right hand then mobilized Internal Qi, moving the surrounding mud over to bury the sword hilt from a distance.

From beginning to end, Shen Yue’s gaze remained fixed on Jiang Zhaoxia.

Blood from the corner of Jiang Zhaoxia’s mouth wouldn’t stop, dripping continuously down his jaw, and his gaze was also fixed on Shen Yue.

“Your Internal Skill is the strongest I’ve ever seen, and your swordsmanship is also exquisite. It’s just a pity that your Sword Intent isn’t mature enough. However, you only lost to me. Looking at the current Martial Forest, you are definitely among the best. Ordinary Realm Entering experts cannot withstand a single Move against you.”

Shen Yue said, staring at Jiang Zhaoxia, his tone filled with admiration.

Jiang Zhaoxia, however, could not withstand the Sword Qi flowing through his body. He opened his mouth, spat out a large mouthful of blood, and then half-knelt.

The reason he had been standing just now was purely due to his stubborn will.

Jiang Zhaoxia could not accept his defeat. He possessed the power of the Yangyuan Realm Sixth Layer. After reaching this Realm, he had never feared anyone. He felt that no one could defeat him except his Senior Brother.

Yet today, he had been utterly defeated.

He could feel that Shen Yue’s cultivation was not as strong as his own; he lost in swordsmanship and Sword Intent.

This meant he lost in the way of the sword. How could he, an Innate Sword Obsessive, accept this result?

Shen Yue looked at the hundreds of spectators in the distance and said, “Does Qingxiao Sect still have anyone who can fight me? If not, please hand over the di xuan sword. I don’t want to seize it by force.”

Arrogant!

This was everyone’s feeling about his words. The Disciples of Qingxiao Sect were no longer just watching the show; they all felt a sense of humiliation and anger at being slapped in the face by Shen Yue.

“Why are you the only one who can set conditions? If you lose, what then?”

A voice came from behind. Hearing this voice, many Disciples were pleasantly surprised and turned to look.

The Disciples of Qingxiao Sect and the pilgrims all made way for Li Qingqiu and Yuan Qi.

“Master, teach him a good lesson!”

Zhao Zhen stood in the crowd, excitedly waving his fist. Yuan Li stood beside him, also with a look of anticipation.

Su Xiling, Bitter One, and Bitter Two were also there. Seeing Li Qingqiu appear, they all breathed a sigh of relief. They didn’t want to see Qingxiao Sect trampled by the Sword God.

But they had to admit that they were certainly no match for the Sword God either.

Even if they entered the Realm, so what?

There are always people stronger than you, and there are always higher heavens beyond the sky.

Facing the vast majority of Martial Forest practitioners, they were reclusive experts, but against true peerless experts, they were no different from ordinary people.

It’s just… how high of a heaven does the Sect Master of Qingxiao Sect count as?

Under everyone’s gaze, Li Qingqiu walked all the way, passing by Wu Maner and Yang Jueding, and headed towards Jiang Zhaoxia.

Shen Yue’s gaze fell on Li Qingqiu, his eyes showing some surprise.

Another young man appeared.

He had heard before that the newly risen Qingxiao Sect was very young, full of young Geniuses, and he had thought it was a bit exaggerated. Now it seemed the rumors had underestimated Qingxiao Sect.

Don’t let his calm demeanor fool you; in reality, he was also startled by Jiang Zhaoxia.

To have such martial arts at twenty-one, Shen Yue felt that by the time he reached fifty, the Martial Dao would be pushed to an unprecedented height.

However, the future was no longer his concern. He only wanted to witness the di xuan sword in his lifetime, create a brand new swordsmanship, and then die without regrets.

If he had met Jiang Zhaoxia ten years earlier, he would definitely have taken Jiang Zhaoxia as his Disciple.

Under his gaze, Li Qingqiu and Jiang Zhaoxia passed each other.

Li Qingqiu casually threw two silver needles, sticking them into Jiang Zhaoxia’s chest.

“Senior Brother…”

Jiang Zhaoxia was filled with shame, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into.

“You haven’t shamed Qingxiao Sect, and the Sword God isn’t as relaxed as he appears.”

Li Qingqiu said without turning his head, and his words made Shen Yue frown.

When Li Qingqiu stopped, Shen Yue said, “If I lose, I will pass on all my lifelong knowledge to Qingxiao Sect, how about that?”

He had roamed the Jianghu for seventy years and did not want future generations to say he bullied juniors. Of course, he felt it was impossible for him to lose.

“If you lose, what good is your lifelong knowledge to me?”

Li Qingqiu asked with a smile. His attitude was very amiable, without any hostility, yet his words sounded even more arrogant than Shen Yue’s, making the Disciples’ blood boil.

Shen Yue snorted coldly, “Wasting words is meaningless. Then tell me, what do you want to do?”

“If you lose, you join Qingxiao Sect.” Li Qingqiu stared at Shen Yue, saying seriously. After his smile disappeared, his eyes actually gave Shen Yue an indescribable sense of oppression.

Shen Yue realized that this young man might indeed be stronger than Jiang Zhaoxia, but he would not be afraid. He had never feared any opponent in his life. He even felt that dying in battle was the best affirmation of his Martial Dao, but he had yet to meet someone who could kill him.

“See? He’s not as good as my Senior Brother in terms of Aura!”

Li Sijin turned to look at Chu Jing, smiling proudly.

Chu Jing sighed, “Although the Sect Leader is young, his Aura is indeed powerful.”

However, as he spoke, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

“As you wish, come on.”

Shen Yue spoke, already somewhat impatient, feeling that getting entangled with Li Qingqiu over these matters was a waste of time.

Li Qingqiu smiled, “Since you are the Sword God, I will spar with you using my swordsmanship.”

Shen Yue frowned. What did he mean? Was this young man not a pure swordsman?

Just then, he saw Li Qingqiu on the opposite side of the river raise his right hand.

As Li Qingqiu raised his hand, the Qingxiao Sect Disciples and pilgrims watching from behind all lowered their heads to look at the sword sheaths in their hands; their swords were trembling.

Some instinctively gripped their swords, while a few, realizing something, did not hold back their swords, but instead looked excitedly at Li Qingqiu.

Chu Jing turned his head and saw the sword sheath of the person next to him vibrating violently, which made him frown.

Shen Yue did not notice the abnormality of the distant spectators; his attention was focused on Li Qingqiu. He saw Li Qingqiu merely raise his hand without any Move, which confused him. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Li Qingqiu’s right palm suddenly flip over.

Clang! Clang! Clang—

Countless sword blades unsheathing simultaneously rang out, extraordinarily loud. Shen Yue’s face was directly illuminated by the sword light. He widened his eyes, his expression astonished.

What did he see?

He saw swords flying up from among the hundreds of spectators in the distance, soaring behind Li Qingqiu, suspended in the air, their tips pointing at him.

Being pointed at by over two hundred swords from afar, even Shen Yue, the Sword God, felt a sense of dread.

Mainly because he had never seen such a sight. These swords were not held by people but floated on their own, like ghosts.

If he was like this, let alone others, hundreds of spectators were in an uproar. Even those Qingxiao Sect Disciples who had guessed what might happen were shocked by the scene before them.

Jiang Zhaoxia half-knelt on the ground, looking up at this scene, equally shocked.

Chu Jing, standing beside Li Sijin, frowned deeply, his gaze towards Li Qingqiu filled with apprehension.

He couldn’t feel Li Qingqiu’s Internal Qi. Could it be that Li Qingqiu wasn’t using Internal Qi to control so many swords in the air?

“What… what kind of swordsmanship is this?”

Shen Yue asked, his voice actually trembling slightly.

Li Qingqiu slightly raised his chin and smiled, “It’s a swordsmanship I learned from a certain expert. I’ll just use the name of his swordsmanship: Myriad Swords Return to the Origin.”

“Myriad Swords Return to the Origin…”

Shen Yue savored the name of this swordsmanship, finding it infinitely profound.

Jiang Zhaoxia, however, felt confused. When did Senior Brother meet such an expert? Why didn’t he know?

“Sword God, unleash your strongest swordsmanship. You only have one chance.” Li Qingqiu stared at Shen Yue, saying seriously.

As his words fell, the more than two hundred swords suspended in the air trembled violently, emitting sword cries, as if they were about to rush towards Shen Yue at any moment, giving him immense pressure.

Shen Yue took a deep breath, also raising his right hand. His strongest sword was never the one in his hand, but himself.

“This Move is the strongest sword Move of my life, and it is one I created, named A Peerless Sword.”

As soon as Shen Yue finished speaking, Sword Qi erupted, blowing his robes wildly from bottom to top, his white hair fluttering. His powerful Aura even caused the waters of the Xi River to coil up like a Dragon, standing in the air.

Li Qingqiu’s lips curved upward. With a wave of his right hand, the more than two hundred swords above him burst forth with terrifying Sword Qi, all striking towards Shen Yue. The momentary wind pressure caused hundreds of spectators to retreat simultaneously.

Almost at the same time, Shen Yue moved. He took a step, leaped up, like a peerless treasure sword carrying a lifetime of sharpness, charging towards Li Qingqiu.

At this moment, even the ground began to tremble.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—

Swords carrying Sword Qi sliced through the air, piercing directly towards Shen Yue, instantly engulfing Shen Yue, who was also enveloped in Sword Qi.

Dust flew up. Li Qingqiu, with just over two hundred swords, actually displayed the momentum of ten thousand arrows firing simultaneously. In an instant, Shen Yue, who had just been engulfed by Sword Qi, suddenly flew out from the dust wave, tumbling away into the distance, flying a full hundred zhang. When he landed on the official road, he slid several more zhang, leaving a long trail.

Shen Yue lay on the ground, his robes torn, his body trembling, blood flowing from his seven orifices, his eyes devoid of luster, his mouth slightly open, constantly spewing bloody foam.

Thanks to Sixu for the 500 Qidian coins~

Third update!