Chapter 367 - 338: The Prowess of a Sword Cultivator

Chapter 367: Chapter 338: The Prowess of a Sword Cultivator

BOOM—

Wind stirred the heavens, and a sea of clouds churned. Demon Qi, fierce as a dragon and savage as a tiger, swept across a thousand miles.

From a distance, the demonic and baleful aura blotted out the sun. The bodies of Great Demons writhed and thrashed within the black mist.

Seven Great Demons!

Two at the Golden Core Realm, and five at the Foundation Establishment Great Perfection Realm.

In addition to them, there was Bai Shibao himself, a Golden Core Cultivator. With a wave of his hand—

In that instant, the seven Demon Pythons roared, their bodies rising and falling in the black clouds like Evil Dragons overturning rivers and seas. They charged out amidst a storm of gore and foul wind, a vast and mighty tide that threatened to overwhelm Chen Che in a single moment.

Such a display was more than just world-shaking; resisting it seemed harder than ascending to the heavens. But Sword Cultivators had always specialized in slaughter.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Chen Che showed no intention of dodging or blocking.

Instead, he raised his right hand and pointed a finger toward the sky.

BOOM!

This was a technique Dan Xuanzi had developed in conjunction with the Sword Box: Sword Immortal Sea Opening! The move perfectly showcased the fierce and tyrannical might of a Sword Cultivator. Back then, Dan Xuanzi had also used this very technique against Chen Che.

If he hadn’t encountered Chen Che, who possessed a Sword Pill, he would have long since succeeded against any other Golden Core Cultivator.

The moment the Sword Momentum manifested, just a few blades of light appeared, yet they stirred up the surrounding black Demon Qi.

When thousands upon thousands of longswords swept out in a fan formation and Chen Che waved his bare hand, the Demon Qi within a hundred zhang of him was directly shredded by the Sword Qi, forcefully creating a vacuum zone of pure sword energy.

SHIIIIING—

The Sword Qi surged. The shredded Demon Qi was pushed outward, spreading like the wind scattering the last of the clouds, and instantly overwhelmed everything.

The charging Great Demons were devoured in an instant.

Four of the Foundation Establishment Demon Pythons were torn to pieces on the spot, dissolving into a bloody mist that formed a ring in the air. The remaining silver Demon Python coughed up mouthfuls of blood as it was sent flying backward.

BANG!

From within the Sword Qi, one cyan and one red, the two Golden Core Demon Flood Dragons forcibly burst through the bloody mist. Shrouded in Demon Qi, they unleashed their full power and closed the distance.

If he didn’t need to hide his identity, Chen Che would have already swept his Red Dragon Lock Chain and cleaved these two Evil Flood Dragons out of the sky.

However, a Sword Cultivator had numerous methods. The Sword Box alone was enough; otherwise, this Magical Treasure wouldn’t be considered a substitute for the Sword Pill.

The Sword Group within the Sword Box swept from left to right, then suddenly scattered like flowing water to stream before him. As Chen Che clenched his fist, they instantly formed a multi-layered Sword Ring.

CLANG!

The Cyan Flood Dragon rode the wind and was the first to crash into the Sword Ring, sending more than two thousand Flying Swords scattering in an instant.

Before they could regroup, the Red Flood Dragon, wreathed in scorching flames, slammed into the Sword Ring again. Several thousand more Flying Swords were either sent scattering or shattered on the spot.

This Sword Box had originally contained over 7,600 Flying Swords. During his battle with Dan Xuanzi, more than 3,000 were destroyed by the Sword Pill. Now, after being struck by the two Demon Flood Dragons, only a few hundred Flying Swords remained in the blink of an eye.

The Sword Ring was already riddled with holes.

BANG!

At that moment, Bai Shibao’s attack arrived. Almost at the same time his seven Great Demons charged out, he had flipped his hand and released a cyan flywheel. On the outside of this Wind Wheel were seven canine-like, inverted barbs.

Following behind the Red Flood Dragon, it had initially been completely still. However, just as the Red Flood Dragon’s strike on the Sword Ring proved fruitless, the wheel suddenly erupted with a brilliant cyan light. The wild winds of heaven and earth gathered and poured into it, transforming it in an instant into a circular blade dozens of zhang in diameter.

Innate Ten Thousand Wind Wheel!

The Sword Ring, having just endured the impacts of two Flood Dragons, was shattered by the Wind Wheel in a single moment.

BOOM—

A massive sound erupted as all the Flying Swords scattered. At that moment, countless Flying Swords shattered on the spot, and the Wind Wheel charged straight for Chen Che!

BOOM!

A brilliant Protective True Essence rapidly bloomed, enveloping the surroundings.

The area within ten zhang of Chen Che was filled with his boundless Protective True Essence. This vast well of True Essence, several times greater than that of other Cultivators at the same tier, caused the clouds around him to churn visibly. But the result—

—was that it was sliced in half by the Wind Wheel in less than the time it takes to flick a finger.

However, that brief moment was all Chen Che needed. He clenched his fist, and the Sword Group swiftly returned, condensing into a Sword Rainbow that shot toward the Wind Wheel.

An endless series of ZZT-ZZT-ZZT sounds filled the air. The Sword Rainbow wavered, but it ultimately held firm. With a BANG, the Wind Wheel was forcefully knocked away. It scraped across the ground, leaving a mark that nearly split the earth in two.

’Where in the world did this Nameless Sword Cultivator come from? There’s no way he’s some nobody...’

Bai Shibao nearly ground his teeth to dust.

His seven Spirit Pets were a feint, followed by his own fully-charged attack. Even a Cultivator whose Realm surpassed his own might not have been able to withstand it. But his opponent had managed to intercept it without breaking a sweat...

’Still not as good as the Sword Pill!’

Little did Bai Shibao know, Chen Che was secretly lamenting.

The Spirit Swords in the Sword Box were of varying quality and couldn’t achieve the Primordial Unity of a Sword Pill. If he had used the Sword Pill earlier, how could those two Demon Flood Dragons have ever broken through his Sword Qi?

Even as Chen Che thought this, the movements of his hands showed no sign of stopping. With a bare-handed grasp, he shouted:

"Rise!"

With a great roar, the scattered Flying Swords shot into the sky. Among them were also Wind Swords condensed from the gales—a full 36,000 of them. The multitude of Flying Swords gathered before Chen Che like the Myriad Swords Returning to the Origin.

One by one, they floated in the air, a dense and massive swarm.

"Go!"

Chen Che waved his hand.

The Sword Group shot out from before him like a torrential downpour, blotting out the sun. As he clenched his fist, the Flying Swords churned up and down, weaving around each other, transforming in the blink of an eye into a raging river.

Bai Shibao’s face went pale with horror. He waved his hand.

The Cyan Flood Dragon struggled and roared, unwillingly positioning itself in front of him.

THWACK-THWACK-THWACK!

A series of dense, piercing sounds rang out. The Cyan Flood Dragon only lasted for three breaths. Its tough scales were shattered by the Sword Group. With a mournful cry, its body was torn to shreds, and the gushing blood stained the ground completely red.

BOOM—

"Little beast!"

Bai Shibao’s expression darkened. He clapped his hands together and uttered a string of obscure words. The Red Flood Dragon’s body trembled and it instantly wilted. Then, as if it had lost its Soul, its body plummeted to the ground.

Next, the aura of the Innate Ten Thousand Wind Wheel surged several times over as it began to spin rapidly before him. Countless wisps of cloud from the surroundings transformed into a thousand threads and poured into it, as if the eye of a storm had opened.

Amidst a great burst of cyan light, a Demon Beast resembling a Cyan Simurgh instantly took form.

Bai Shibao seemed to know that Chen Che’s attack would be difficult to block, so he directly used his ultimate trump card: the Spirit God Enhancement Technique.

This technique used the Divine Soul of a Spirit Pet as fuel, allowing one to enhance the power of a Spiritual Artifact for the time it takes an incense stick to burn.

However, each time this technique was used, it would cause immense damage to the Spirit Pet’s Divine Soul. In the long run, it could even lead to the Spirit Pet rebelling or devouring its master. Therefore, in the decades since he had mastered this technique, this was only the third time he had ever used it.

All of this takes time to describe, but it all happened in an instant.

BOOM—

Fueled by the Soul of a Golden Core Great Demon, the might of the Wind Wheel surged. The moment the Cyan Simurgh-like Demon Beast formed, it had already collided violently with the Sword Group.

RUMBLE—

In that split second, the world erupted with Spiritual Light. The sound of clashing metal was like the buzzing of a swarm of bees, an endless drone filling the air. Lu Kai, who was standing to the side, felt as if his eardrums were about to be torn apart. He channeled his True Essence into his hands, covered his ears, and retreated in a panic.

A violent blast of Strong Qi radiated from the point of impact, sweeping across several hundred zhang. The ground beneath the two of them sank, forming a massive bowl-like crater several zhang deep, pressed down by their torrential True Essence!

RIP!

Instantly, the bamboo hat on Chen Che’s head was torn to shreds by the hurricane-force winds. His long hair thrashed about like a frenzied python, and his robes whipped loudly in the gale.

To the Cultivators on the city wall, it looked like a silver torrent crashing against a cyan reef. For a moment, neither side seemed to have the upper hand.

"BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!"

At almost the same time, several streaks of Escape Light shot out from within the city. One of them appeared and dove straight for Chen Che.

"Haha, I’d like to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve!"

Bai Shibao said with a triumphant expression, his Sword Pointing gesture aimed at the Wind Wheel.

’The number of Flying Swords in this Sword Box is running low. Now that my subordinates from the city have come to help, with his power decreasing and mine increasing, the advantage is mine!’

"You’re celebrating too early, Daoist Friend..."

Chen Che’s eyes narrowed slightly, a glimmer of light flowing in their depths.

"Haha, have you run out of options? Is resorting to your Divine Sense all you can do?" The corner of Bai Shibao’s mouth curled up. With a mental command, he sent his own Divine Sense crashing back without hesitation. "Unfortunately for you, I once consumed a Celestial and Earthly Treasure, so my Divine Sense is far superior to that of other Cultivators at the same tier."

BANG!

The two waves of Divine Sense collided. Only in that instant did Bai Shibao realize he had made a terrible mistake.

CLANG—

His sea of consciousness trembled, nearly turning upside down, and his Divine Soul felt as if it were about to be torn apart. His ears rang ceaselessly, his nose could no longer smell—in an instant, he had lost two of his five senses. At the same time, the Cyan Simurgh in the sky suddenly dimmed.

This was the tell-tale sign of one’s Divine Sense being attacked and the connection to one’s Magical Artifact being severed.

’Not good.’

Almost immediately, Bai Shibao came to his senses. He hastily gathered his Divine Sense, trying to re-establish his connection with the Wind Wheel.

But how could Chen Che possibly give him another chance?

BOOM!

He formed a sword with his fingers and pointed, pouring all of his True Essence into the attack.

Instantly, the Sword Qi surged in power.

It condensed several times over, becoming like a raging torrent that kicked up giant waves. With the sound of a tidal wave, it completely submerged the Cyan Simurgh phantom created by the Innate Ten Thousand Wind Wheel. The phantom then disintegrated into motes of cyan light and exploded violently.

"This is bad—"

Bai Shibao’s expression changed drastically. He wanted to flee.

It wasn’t just him. The few Foundation Establishment Cultivators who had flown out from the city to help him also showed drastic changes in their expressions. They immediately turned tail and fled back toward the city even faster than they had arrived.

But no matter how fast they were, how could they possibly outrun the Flying Swords?

WHOOSH—

The swords became a torrent, surging through the void and engulfing the figures of the several men.

The entire sky was dyed silver by the light of the swords. Within the river of Sword Qi, the figures of Bai Shibao and the others glowed with Spiritual Light, as helpless as small boats in a storm. In a single instant, they were completely capsized and reduced to dust, their bodies obliterated without a trace. Only a few specks of Spiritual Light fell from where he had been.

"Hmph."

Chen Che raised a hand and collected the few falling specks of Spiritual Light. He also took the bodies of the Silver Flood Dragon and the Golden Core Red Flood Dragon.

Only then did he turn to look at the stunned Lu Kai.

"Senior, please spare me..."

Lu Kai was beyond terrified; he was scared out of his wits. Only now did he understand why Chen Che had been so dismissive of him.

’He’s a dignified Golden Core True Master, and I actually tried to cozy up to him?’

’Am I worthy?’

’Am I even worthy?’

"Spare you? So you can achieve Core Formation, find some fortuitous encounter, reach Great Success in your Cultivation, and then come find me for revenge?"

"No, I wouldn’t dare..."

PFFT!

Before his voice could fade, Chen Che flicked a finger. A streak of Sword Qi whistled through the air, pierced straight through Lu Kai’s brow, and blasted out the back of his head.

The Sword Qi disappeared into the ground, leaving a bottomless hole.

When he was finished, heaven and earth had fallen silent.