First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 339: Come to Me, O Sword!

Chapter 339: Come to Me, O Sword!

Had Su Hongli lost?

The crowd saw it with their own eyes. Su Yi suppressed Su Hongli from the moment the battle began.

No matter how many extraordinarily powerful secret magics Su Hongli unleashed, Su Yi broke right through them.

Even scarier, when Su Hongli drew upon the power of the surrounding space, summoning terrifying power, Su Yi still managed to burst that gathered origin power, forcing it back into its original shape!

Lonely River, Yun Zhongqi, and the other Earthly Immortals’ hearts shook. Their expressions filled with uncertainty.

There was no need to even question it; Su Hongli had only just broken into the Origin Dao, but the power and accumulations he had on display, as well as his secret techniques and combat skills, far surpassed the peak Grain Avoidance You Tianhong.

Yet despite this, it still seemed that he was no match for Su Yi!

This was just too terrifying!

You Qingzhi, Su Boning, and the other Su Family members were rooted to the spot. Their expressions changed drastically.

When Su Hongli displayed his divine majesty earlier, they’d been incomparably excited. They thought that today, he would effortlessly kill that unworthy descendant Su Yi, spreading the Su Family’s reputation throughout the Great Zhou, Wei, and Qin.

Who would have thought…

Su Hongli had actually lost!

The distant onlookers were tongue-tied and wide-eyed as well. They were so shaken, their minds went blank.

This was a battle that transpired within the mundane world, yet it looked to them like a battle of immortals, straight out of a legend. Su Hongli’s strength was shocking.

And Su Yi’s strength as a Grandmaster was astonishing!

“Did he win?” Mu Xi, Pu Yi, and the rest of Su Yi’s allies couldn’t help but get excited.

Featherflow King Yue Shichan and Sea-Swallowing King Ge Changling were visibly moved as well. Emotions coursed through their hearts, and they couldn’t remain calm.

Chang Guoke grinned. Inside, he was mad with delight.

Qing Jin’s expression was more complicated, and she fell into a long daze.

The Pineflame Daoist knit his brow, his expression dark and overcast.

Su Hongli’s cultivation and foundations are astonishing. Even among true cultivators, he’s extraordinary. He’s surely received the inheritance of some ancient expert. Otherwise, he couldn’t possibly display such transcendent power immediately after breaking through. However… compared to Su Yi, he’s still a good deal weaker, the Cloudstone Venerate sighed to himself.

Of those present, only those who’d reached a level comparable to his could pick up on these hints.

Among the two combatants, the truly terrifying one was Su Yi!

He was a fifth-level Grandmaster, still well within the bounds of mortality, yet from beginning to end, he’d thoroughly suppressed Su Hongli!

His Martial Dao completely surpassed the mortal and mundane. It was even stronger and more profound than the methods of Earthly Immortals. He was like a true immortal displaying his martial arts.

Especially that final attack. It swept in with the power like chaos, going against both the heavens and the Dao. Even the Cloudstone Venerate had no words to describe it.

If he?had?to say something, it would be 'unstoppable'!

Every secret technique of this world seemed to pale in comparison!

However, the Cloudstone Venerate could tell that although Su Hongli had encountered a major setback, it was still too early to proclaim Su Yi’s victory.

Heaven and earth fell silent.

The Earthly Immortals gazes turned toward the bottom of that massive crater. They watched that bleeding figure with rapt attention.

Su Yi stood in the air, unmoving, hands behind his back. However, he was looking at the Daoist elder near the Su Family gates, and it seemed he was thinking about something.

It was then that—

A crimson blur shot into the sky. It was Su Hongli!

His clothes were in tatters, and he was covered in wounds. His aura was weak, and it seemed he was on the verge of death.

However, he paid his injuries no heed at all. His eyes were terrifyingly calm as he gazed at the distant Su Yi. “It seems that bitch Ye Yufei left you some good stuff, you unworthy child!”

His voice was filled with bone-deep hatred. It was obvious that he pinned the blame for Su Yi’s current attainments on his mother.

Su Yi couldn’t help but find it funny, but he couldn’t be bothered to explain. “Earlier, our cultivation bases clashed, and you fell short. Then, you attacked by guiding the origin energy of heaven and earth, and you still fell short. Don’t you think it’s about time you take out your trump cards?”

This was the moment he’d been waiting for.

“After all that’s happened, how could I refuse my unworthy son’s request?” said Su Hongli. Then, beneath the crowd’s stunned gazes—

With every breath he took,?overflowing origin energy?poured into him like a current. In the end, it gathered into a vast waterfall, almost like a dragon piercing through the firmament!

Throughout the surrounding ten-mile radius, heaven and earth transformed!

Just standing there, the injuries all over Su Hongli’s body knit together and speeds visible to the naked eye.

Even more unbelievably, his appearance changed. He looked younger, valiant, and promising. His aura flourished!

“This….” The crowd was flabbergasted once more; they felt as if they’d just borne witness to a miracle.

Even the Earthly Immortals were tongue-tied.?What kind of secret magic is this? It’s like a nirvanic rebirth, or perhaps a return to one’s youth!?

Su Yi’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked enlightened. “So, this is your trump card?”

His gaze was fixed on the Su Family gates, where the Daoist elder stood.

He then watched as—

As Su Hongli’s wounds knit together and he became younger and stronger, the elder’s presence ebbed. All remaining black hairs lost their pigment, and soon, his hair, beard, mustache, and eyebrows were as white as snow.

In the end, even his skin lost its luster, and his eyes were turbid.

It seemed Su Hongli had silently seized the elder’s strength and vitality!

When the crowd noticed what was happening, without exception, their scalps numbed, and their hair stood on end.?How could such strange and sinister magic exist in this world?

How terrifying!

Su Hongli sighed, then turned to look at the Daoist Elder. “Daoist Brother, I’m afraid you will not see the descent of the Radiant Epoch. You have my sincerest apologies.”

The elder shook his head and gently clasped his fist. “Your Lordship, it was my honor to serve as a furnace for your sword!”

A furnace for his sword?

The crowd was still confused when Su Hongli suddenly took a deep breath, then said in a voice that boomed like spring thunder, “Come to me, O Sword!”

His voice boomed throughout the skies and echoed throughout the world below.

Clang!

Immediately afterward, the hum of a sword emanated from within the elder’s body.

Crunch! Crack! Crack!

Streak after streak of vicious, indomitable black sword light erupted from the Daoist’s nostrils, ears, eyes, and mouth.

Beneath the onlookers’ dumbstruck gazes, every inch of the man burst with black sword light. It was coming from inside him!

Soon, his body was riddled with wounds, and his skin and bones snapped and split apart. In the end, the fierce power of the sword light burnt him to ash!

This was the elder who’d effortlessly suppressed Mu Xi and his companions, someone even the Cloudstone Venerate had to be cautious of. Now, he’d died, just like that….

Boom!

Before the crowd knew what was happening, a sword shot out, glinting with vicious light, charging like an enraged bull. Throughout the sky, the clouds dispersed.

The sword was pitch-black, and the blade overflowed with terrifying, malevolent energies that fell down to earth like a waterfall, crushing the air below.

A ferocious, terrifying aura instantly enveloped this entire stretch of heaven and earth.

The Earthly Immortals completely lost their cool, and their shock showed on their faces. They’d remained in place all this time, but now, they immediately moved further away.

This sword was too vicious. It was terrifying beyond limit!

Further away, the other onlookers’ field of view went dark. They felt as if they’d fallen into purgatory. The sheer fright made numerous spectators faint on the spot.

Experts like Yue Shichan and Ge Changling felt their bodies tense, and their expressions changed dramatically.

When the cursed sword made its appearance, its aura alone was enough to intimidate the entire area.

Who would have thought that Su Hongli’s trump card was this terrifying?

Clang!

Su Hongli stretched out his hand, and the pitch-black, cursed sword flew into his grip like a sparrow returning to its nest.

Boom!

Su Hongli’s aura instantly transformed, bursting with divine light and as fierce as a demonic god. The entire stretch of sky changed, like a vision of purgatory shrouded in layers of shadow.

“Did you take that cursed sword from Sifting Darkness Yao Mountain’s ninety-foot sword tomb?” Su Yi hovered in the distant skies, his eyes flashing, but his expression was as calm as ever. Only a tiny hint of strangeness flashed across his brow; he seemed rather surprised.

“That’s right,” Su Hongli said calmly. “I’ve spent the past decade in seclusion. Most of my time and energy has gone into tempering this sword. Today, it will end your life—a fitting death for you.”

Ten years.

He’d kept a low profile for a decade, using the Daoist elder to nourish his blade. Everything was for the sake of taming it and making it submit to his use!

He’d originally hoped to keep it in reserve until the descent of the Radiant Epoch. Then, he would travel the world, wandering far and wide, sword in hand.

Who would have thought that Su Yi’s arrival would force him to reveal his trump card early?

Everything was utterly silent. No one was sure when, but the downpour had already stopped. All that remained was the terrifying, ferocious, oppressive energy bearing down on their hearts. It shrouded the entire area.

When the onlookers saw Su Hongli standing there like a demonic god, they were dazed.

Even You Qingzhi, Su Boning, and the other Su clansmen were awestruck and stupefied.

But Su Yi merely sneered, as if disappointed. “You used a person’s body as a furnace to tame that cursed sword? Those are the methods of a demonic cultivator, and they’re second-rate at best.”

His tone was rife with disdain. He wasn’t looking down on the cursed sword, but rather, Su Hongli’s method of nourishing it.

Everyone was dumbstruck.

The onlookers could hear the contempt in Su Yi’s words, as well as that faint trace of disappointment.

But this was exactly what they found hard to believe. Su Hongli had tamed such a terrifying cursed sword. Who wouldn’t have been surprised? Who wouldn’t have gasped?

Why was it that Su Yi seemed so disdainful?

Even Su Hongli himself furrowed his brow, his gaze icy and intimidating. “Oh? Don’t tell me you know a superior method to nourish a blade, you unfilial whelp?”

Su Yi said calmly, “Want to know? In a bit, I’ll let you see for yourself just how you ought to make a cursed sword like this obediently lower its head.”

“That so?” Su Hongli’s lips curled with a hint of mockery; he obviously thought nothing of it. “In that case, I’ll use your life to make the people of this world see just how strong this sword is!”

His voice still echoed through the air as he charged, sword swinging and clothes fluttering.

Rumble!

Heaven and earth shook, and the wind and clouds crumbled and dispersed.

Su Hongli was like a demonic god. His ferocity soared into the heavens as he swung his sword.

It was just one slash, simple as could be, but it came from his cursed sword. Its sword hum reverberated throughout the surrounding area, like the roaring of demonic gods. Unmatched, blood-colored sword qi shot into the air.

The sword qi stretched to a thousand feet, as red as if it were on fire, like demonic flames rising into the heavens!

As the slash descended, a thousand feet of air exploded around it, dyeing the skies an unearthly, bloody, terrifying red.

Many of the distant onlookers groaned as blood poured from the seven apertures of their faces.

Even the Earthly Immortals felt stinging pain. Their unleashed divine senses took a terrifying blow.

Their eyes widened in unconcealable shock, and they immediately withdrew their divine senses. They no longer dared even attempt to perceive the cursed sword’s secrets.

It was just one slash, but it was just that terrifying!