Chapter 153 - 108: Three Years of Sword Nurturing, Drawing the Sword Today! The Death of the "Little Sword God

Shen Mufeng said in utter amazement.

Evidently, he held Hidden Sword Manor’s Sword Nurturing Skill in the highest regard.

This was the foundation of Hidden Sword Manor.

And for these three years, Ouyang Pu had been constantly Sword Nurturing, which was why he had barely been seen in the Jianghu.

With the Sword Nurturing Skill, the longer the sword is nurtured, the more terrifying the Swordsmanship becomes.

Although it’s only an attack on the spiritual level, it is precisely this kind of attack that is impossible to guard against.

Shen Mufeng paused for a moment.

If he were the one standing opposite Ouyang Pu, he wasn’t confident he could take this strike.

SHING.

Ouyang Pu drew his sword.

The sound of the sword leaving its sheath was very soft, as light as a breeze rustling through a bamboo forest.

But in everyone’s perception, it was as if the world suddenly vanished, leaving only a single sword.

The sword was pure silver-white, its body faintly shimmering with a flowing light, as if it were alive.

Under the sunlight, the blade reflected a frigid, cold gleam.

This sword seemed to pierce straight into the soul.

It wasn’t just something seen with the eyes; it was more like an invisible blade flying from Ouyang Pu’s hand, stabbing deep into the mind of every person present.

The others only withstood less than ten percent of the Sword Nurturing Skill’s impact.

But Zhang Su was different.

He bore more than ninety percent of the Sword Nurturing Skill’s impact.

That kind of mental impact would cause even the most resolute will to waver for a split second.

This was the essence of Ouyang Pu’s Sword Nurturing Skill.

The intent arrives before the blade.

The moment the opponent is stunned by that aura, the true killing blow descends.

Three years of Sword Nurturing, all for this one moment.

Any other Huajin Martial Artist facing this soul-piercing impact would, at best, be dazed for a moment; at worst, they would faint on the spot.

And in that brief moment, Ouyang Pu’s sword could pierce his opponent’s heart.

However, Zhang Su was different.

His condensation of Martial Dao True Intent had already reached 1% completion.

Although he was still far from fully condensing his Martial Dao True Intent, he had already embarked on the path to its formation.

After all, he had fused two types of Divine Intent.

The Divine Intent from the Nine Shadows Sword Technique and the Divine Intent from the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique acted like two invisible locks, firmly guarding Zhang Su’s mind.

At this moment, when Ouyang Pu drew the sword he had nurtured for three years, the terrifying mental impact was completely nullified by Zhang Su’s two Divine Intents.

Zhang Su only felt the faintest ripple stir in his mind.

That was all.

His gaze remained clear, his mind perfectly calm.

Ouyang Pu’s Sword Nurturing Skill had no effect on him whatsoever.

As for the strike Ouyang Pu delivered...

It was powerful!

The silver-white blade tore through the air with a sharp whistle as it lunged toward Zhang Su.

The speed, angle, and force of this strike were all perfect.

Even a Martial Artist in the Late Stage of Huajin would find it difficult to dodge such a strike.

However, in Zhang Su’s perception, it was as slow as a snail, hardly worth mentioning.

The enhanced perception granted by the Huajin stage, coupled with the strengthening of his mind by the two Divine Intents, had elevated Zhang Su’s observational skills to an astonishing level.

Although Ouyang Pu’s sword was fast, in Zhang Su’s eyes, every detail was magnified countless times.

The tremor of the sword’s tip, the minute adjustment of his wrist, even the change in Ouyang Pu’s breathing—nothing escaped his notice.

CLANG.

Zhang Su didn’t hesitate in the slightest.

He drew his sword.

The Cold Frost Sword left its sheath.

The crisp, lingering ring of the blade echoed throughout the Martial Arts Arena.

In that instant, Zhang Su’s figure moved like a phantom, taking a single step forward.

Countless sword shadows seemed to appear in the air, each one faintly accompanied by the rumble of wind and thunder.

This was the combination of the Nine Shadows Sword Technique and the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique.

Both Swordsmanships had given birth to Divine Intent.

Now combined, their speed was pushed to the absolute extreme.

The Nine Shadows Sword Technique focused on a flurry of sword shadows, making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.

The Wind and Thunder Sword Technique pursued speed like a gale and momentum like a thunderbolt.

When the two were fused into one, their power was far greater than the sum of their parts.

Those sword shadows were not illusions.

Every single one was real.

Because his speed was so immense, the blade left several afterimages in the air.

Each afterimage was like a true sword’s edge, making it impossible to tell which was false and which was real.

Then, in an instant, all the sword shadows descended upon Ouyang Pu.

Zhang Su could even see a hint of astonishment on Ouyang Pu’s face.

On that gaunt face, the expression that had been as calm as still water finally changed.

His brows furrowed slightly, a flash of disbelief in his eyes.

’How could you be completely unaffected?’

Ouyang Pu was stunned.

’Was the sword he had nurtured for three years all for nothing?’

The greatest killing blow of his Sword Nurturing Skill was the attack on the spiritual level.

The Sword Intent he had accumulated over three years was enough to make any Huajin Martial Artist lose their composure.

But Zhang Su... it was as if he hadn’t been affected at all.

’How is this possible?’

Unfortunately, he would never have the chance to find out why.

Zhang Su’s sword shadows descended, each one a real blade’s edge.

PFFT.

The next moment, Ouyang Pu’s body was instantly riddled with sword wounds.

His throat, heart, and other vital points were all pierced through.

Blood gushed from the wounds.

Ouyang Pu’s body froze in place, and the longsword in his hand fell to the ground with a CLANG.

His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but only a garbled gasp escaped.

Then, his body swayed.

With a THUD, he collapsed into a pool of his own blood.

The great "Little Sword God," Third Manor Master of Hidden Sword Manor, the Peak of Huajin Stage Ouyang Pu... was dead!

A dead silence instantly fell over the Martial Arts Arena.