Chapter 153 - Former Genius of the Sword Peak

Sky Sovereign Sword Technique: Heaven’s Mandate.

The Crimson Heaven Sword swung downward like an executioner’s blade, carrying an absolute decree toward Chen Wuhen’s shoulders. Yet, the moment the concentrated sword Qi struck the barrier of death energy around him, the sharp blade Qi dispersed into thin air before it could pierce his flesh.

Clang! Clang! Boom!

Su Ming moved with his twin swords in seamless alternation, wielding the raw physical strength of an Avatar Realm cultivator backed by his Sixth Stage body refinement. The right sword imposed heavenly order and dominated space, while the left sword tore through defenses with draconic momentum. Sparks rained down from the dark sky as the dual swords struck the Blood Moon Sabre, forcing Chen Wuhen back three steps.

Chen Wuhen caught his footing on the wind, his Blood Moon Sabre trembling slightly from the density of the impact. The savage smirk on his pale face vanished, replaced by a chilling focus.

With a ferocious swing of his sabre, Chen Wuhen launched a destructive strike toward Su Ming, forcing him twenty paces back. The flying blade light cleaved a nearby cliff straight in half.

The strike easily matched the power of the Avatar Realm, but something felt unnatural. Su Ming himself possessed a body that carried equivalent strength, yet the recoil rattled him to his bones. He reasoned that this monstrous physical strength was related to the aura of River Styx Water emanating from the corpse.

"Remarkable," Chen Wuhen rumbled. "To merge such opposing sword techniques into a single rhythm... your comprehension is terrifying. Even among the elders of my era, few could match such mastery."

He raised his right arm, slowly rotating the heavy Blood Moon Sabre until it stood exactly above his head.

"Not bad, young Peak Master," Chen Wuhen said, his eyes glowing with an intense light. "You have earned the right to see it. Let me show you my sword path!"

Chen Wuhen shifted his stance.

It was the signature posture of Heavenly Sword Peak. The foundation of the Heaven Sundering Sword Technique.

The moment he took the stance, the entire basin fell dead silent.

Before any Sword Qi was released, before a single trace of technique energy left the blade, a wave of pure Sword Will erupted from Chen Wuhen’s body.

The air around him physically fractured. Invisible cutting edges tore through the heavy fog, shredding the clouds into ribbons above. The oppressive pressure slammed into Su Ming’s chest like a boulder. Even Su Ming has not mastered his Sword Will to this extent.

This was not the power of a puppet. This was the authentic martial will of a peerless monster.

Three hundred years ago, Chen Wuhen was the undisputed number one young sword genius of the entire Heavenly Origin Continent. In that glorious generation, he was the only peer who could stand toe-to-toe against the young Jun Tianya. He had even overshadowed the renowned Sword Son of the Heavenly Sword Sect, carving his name into the annals of the Heavenly Origin Continent through pure martial dominance.

He possessed no divine physique. He carried no ancient bloodline. Yet, his sword comprehension was peerless, and his dao heart was unyielding. He was destined to become the peak master of Heavenly Sword Peak. Alas, he fell in battle against the demonic faction three hundred years ago.

When the war against the demonic faction erupted, Chen Wuhen spearheaded the frontline and vanished without a trace. With their genius lost, his junior brother, Jian Wufeng, had been forced to shoulder the heavy mantle and take over as the senior direct disciple of Heavenly Sword Peak.

Though Chen Wuhen was long gone, a supreme swordsman’s sword will never truly leave their physical body. Decades of relentless practice had carved the Heaven Sundering Sword Technique into his bones and muscles. Demonic Ancestor Mo could not comprehend the sword intent, but by manipulating the corpse’s refined meridians and physical memories, he could force the vessel’s body to awaken and unleash the instinctual sword will etched into the body.

"One sword to split heavens..."

Chen Wuhen whispered, his voice vibrating with absolute conviction.

He stepped forward, his sabre slicing horizontally through the empty air.

"Heaven Sundering Sword Technique: Severing Horizon!"

A crimson crescent arc erupted from the blade. It did not merely travel through the air; it cleaved the sky itself in two. The strike carried no killing intent. It was the purest embodiment of severance, an unyielding cut embodying the will to sever flesh, Qi, and the very concept of existence.

The world turned crimson.

Su Ming’s pupils shrank immediately. His instincts screamed with deafening alarm. Evasion was impossible. The sheer force of the severance would even cut through the surrounding space.

Su Ming did not hesitate. He sheathed the Crimson Heaven Sword and gripped the Dragon Emperor Sword with both hands.

He poured every ounce of his Dragon Will, his pure soul force, and his Yin-Yang Origin Flame into the dark blade.

Cloud Dragon Sword Technique: True Dragon Calamity!

The destructive force did not scatter. Instead, the violet-gold flames condensed along the edge of the blade into the razor-sharp form of a roaring dragon. Su Ming slashed his blade straight, launching the condensed draconic strike directly into the path of the incoming crescent slash.

Boom!

The two titanic attacks violently collided in mid-air as a deafening screech tore through the sky.

The condensed draconic calamity and the severing crescent slash clashed together, grinding furiously against each other in the sky. Violent shockwaves blasted outward in concentric rings, flattening the fog across the entire valley and cracking the nearby mountain.

The violet-gold draconic calamity carried tremendous destructive power, tearing at the dark edges of the incoming slash.

Yet, Chen Wuhen’s strike had far more raw force behind it.

Backed by three hundred years of refined comprehension and the dense cultivation base of an Avatar Realm cultivator, surpassing the severing slash felt impossible. With a metallic ring that pierced the heavens, the severing slash cut straight through the center of the dragon manifestation, splitting the draconic flames in half.