First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 1350 - Can You Still Fight?

Chapter 1350 - Can You Still Fight?

Heaven and earth were silent and still. No one spoke.

It was as if an invisible power were assailing the crowd’s hearts, assailing them like tide waters.

The Painter, the Fisherman, Deng Zuo, and Yan Daolin were all among the first group of mighty experts to step onto the Path of Transcendence. Who among them wasn’t a peak existence of the early-stage Nascent Divinity Realm?

The spirit, foundations, and methods these four powerhouses had displayed in the earlier battle were all terrifying. They’d even each revealed their ultimate killer weapons!

But in the end, they still lost...

Even fighting four against one, all of them fell before the Temple Master!

This result was completely unexpected. The revenants of the ancient orthodoxies were visibly uncertain and unable to calm down.

Earlier, they’d seen the severity of Su Yi’s wounds with their own eyes, and they’d even prepared to attack, only for the situation to turn on its head and end in Su Yi’s victory!

Moreover, they couldn’t even measure Su Yi’s strength. It was far too out of the ordinary. Who would have imagined someone so grievously injured could cut down his powerful foes in such rapid succession?

Zhong Tianquan, Zhou Hanshan, and the other Transcendents of the Ancient Guardian Clans of the Dao had overcast looks on their faces. They struggled to calm themselves.

This result had caught them completely off guard!

“He won!”

“I... I almost suspect I’m dreaming...”

“Me too!”

An uproar arose in the distance. Voices rose and fell in waves. All of the onlookers looked excited, dazed, and shaken.

“But why do I feel melancholy and despondent... as if I’ve lost something...?” a young man asked in bewilderment.

His words resonated with many of the older-generation experts.

“It’s because the fallen were once legends of the starry skies!”

“For countless years, their accomplishments have circulated far and wide, influencing generation after generation of cultivations. They once directed the trend of the stars’ top factions!”

“The objects of our reverence have fallen off their altars. With their deaths, the curtains have fallen on their legends.”

“Thousands of years of heroism have all come to nothing. How could this not make us wistful? How could we not be emotional?” sighed those older-generation cultivators, their hearts full of emotion.

The Painter, the Fisherman, Deng Zuo, and Yan Daolin had perished. However, the breadth of spirit, magnificent bearing, and skills they’d displayed in battle were sure to go down in the annals of history, to be retold for generations to come.

It would be up to future generations to decide whether they’d been right or wrong.

“The Temple Master is our true eternal god!!” someone shrieked, triggering even greater uproar.

Although quite a few sighed wistfully, a larger percentage of the crowd cried out excitedly, their blood heating up as they cheered the Temple Master on!

The ancient orthodoxies had all declared the Temple Master their common foe, and the peak factions of the modern day saw him as a legend of bygone days soon to meet his end.

Some people had said the Temple Master was doomed beyond a doubt.

Some said that this was a new era, an era of great change, and that it would be Transcendents who determined its future. The Temple Master was sure to wither and pale by comparison.

It was to the point that before the duel atop the Violet Heavens Platform began, few thought the Temple Master had hope of victory. There were even numerous people who suspected that this legend of bygone days would be too afraid to show up.

Yet now, all of these chastisements, rumors, judgments, and guesses had become nothing but a joke!

The Temple Master had arrived at the Violet Heavens Platform, alone save for his sword, and swept through his powerful foes!

Meanwhile, as the crowd boiled over, Su Yi drifted onto the Violet Heavens Platform. His clothes were stained with blood, and his wounds were still bleeding. He was a startling sight.

But he didn’t seem at all concerned.

Su Yi gazed at the broken sword Deng Zuo had left behind and murmured, “I don’t know why you agreed to ally yourselves with the Tailor, but that doesn’t matter. I’ll know the truth once I’ve taken the old schemer’s head.”

With that, he took out his jug of wine and drained it.

“We’ve settled our grudges, and we no longer owe each other anything. Farewell,” said Su Yi, looking utterly calm.

But then, an icy, indifferent voice suddenly rang out. “Temple Master, might I be so bold as to ask if you can still fight?”

It was just one sentence, but every word went off like a sudden thunderclap. It boomed throughout the landscape, quelling the clamor of voices.

Everything fell silent as all eyes turned toward the source of the voice.

Zhong Tianquan!

An old-timer of the ancient Zhong Family. When Su Yi first arrived at his appointed duel, it was he who tried to convince Su Yi to lower his head.

And Su Yi responded that, within half a year, he’d wipe the Zhong Family from the face of the earth!

Now, Zhong Tianquan stood in the air, hands behind his back, his gaze old and cruel.

A group of Transcendents was clustered around him. Their lineup was enormous, but this only further highlighted how extraordinary his position was.

“Sure. Taking your head will be no more difficult than taking something out of my pocket,” said Su Yi. “Would you like to try me?”

He was grievously wounded from head to toe, but in the face of his gaze, Zhong Tianquan’s eyes narrowed, and his heart unwittingly clenched.

“I’d actually quite like to test you!”

A low voice rang out, and a man in red Daoist robes stepped out of the ranks of the ancient orthodoxies.

His skin was as smooth as jade, and he had a youthful appearance. A rain of immortal light drifted down around him.

He too was accompanied by a group of Transcendents. Every last one of them had a terrifying aura.

The crowd was in uproar. They recognized the red-robed man. He was a prominent member of Yellow Springs Demon Mountain, Lu Changting.

He was a revenant with strength comparable to a Dao Integration expert!

At present, Dao Integration revenants were the strongest existences capable of traveling the stars freely. A few months ago, even that wasn’t possible.

As the world changed, Dao Integration Revenants like Lu Changting were freed from the confines of the Laws, letting them explore freely once more.

When he saw Lu Changting step forth, Zhong Tianquan’s brow furrowed, but he wasn’t exactly surprised.

There were so many experts surrounding the Violet Heavens Platform that it was not yet clear who’d leave with the prize in the end.

Indeed, Lu Changting had only just stepped forth when another voice boomed like a morning bell or evening drum.

“Don’t be in such a hurry. Everyone can see the current situation. If your Yellow Springs Demon Mountain thinks you can monopolize our prey, I’m afraid you’re overestimating yourselves.”

A group shot over accompanying this voice. All of them had terrifying auras.

The leader was a middle-aged man in black, broad-sleeved robes. He wore a crown of stars, but the immortal light behind him reflected a terrifying vision of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

An expert of the Southern Flame Pure Lands!

This was a top-notch ancient orthodoxy of the yao path. They’d forged an alliance with the Zhou Family, and of late, they’d recruited countless yao cultivators. They were famous.

But this was only just the beginning.

After the Zhong Family, Yellow Springs Demon Mountain, and the Southern Flame Pure Lands stepped forth, Transcendents of other camps stepped forth to express their determination.

The Illusory Sword Immortal Tower!

Allspirit Immortal Mountain!

The Hidden Skies Immortal Sect!

Profound Yin Demon Mountain!

Every last faction of them was a peak hegemon of the age of the End of the Dharma. As they stepped forth, their experts brimmed with murderous intent.

Every camp had Dao Integration Realm revenants to oversee things. Some only had six or seven, while others had more than ten.

As for factions of the present day? Of the Six Ancient Guardian Clans of the Dao, the ancient Zhou, Zhong, and Xu families had all stepped forth.

As the Transcendents of each camp stepped forth, an oppressive atmosphere descended upon heaven and earth. A terrifying, austere aura swept outward, enveloping the mountains and rivers and leaving the crowd on the verge of suffocation.

The distant onlookers felt a chill in their hands and feet. Their hearts sank into the pits of their stomachs.

Earlier, the Temple Master’s glorious accomplishment had excited them, and they cheered him on.

But now, they felt inwardly stifled and overcome with unprecedented despair.

How... How is he supposed to fight that!?

If they added the various camps’ Transcendents up, there were well over a hundred of them!

Even worse, the Temple Master was severely injured. He’d long since reached the end of his rope.

There wasn’t just a gap in strength. His enemies also completely outnumbered him!

There was no getting out of this one!

“Well? Why aren’t you exclaiming over your eternally undefeatable god now?” Lu Changting of Yellow Springs Demon Mountain laughed. The onlookers’ reactions are hilarious! They’re wilting like defrosting eggplants!

But the other higher-ups were in no mood to pay attention to the spectators.

They were staring each other down, ready for battle, murderous intent colliding against murderous intent. A tumultuous, oppressive atmosphere enveloped the entire area.

It was like the descent of a group of immortals, all of whom viewed each other with enmity.

And their goal was to seize this opportunity to take Su Yi down!

Who could fail to realize that this was the perfect opportunity to capture Su Yi?

Su Yi was completely surrounded by enemies, the target of countless arrows. But despite his apparent peril, he was enjoying a rare moment of leisure.

He stood atop the Violet Heavens Platform, the eye of the storm. However, even though he was surrounded, no one dared attack lightly.

It wasn’t that they were afraid of Su Yi.

Rather, they were afraid that if they struck, other camps would interfere, triggering an unpredictable, chaotic struggle!

Interesting. All of them take me for prey, and they’re even fighting amongst themselves, Su Yi thought to himself. His gaze was calm and profound, without the slightest ripple of emotion.

In truth, murderous intent was brewing deep within his heart.

Over the past several months, he’d been seen as the common foe of everyone beneath the heavens. The revenants had even convened a so-called Immortal Assembly, in which they decided that he had six months to submit or die.

Even prominent modern factions like the Zhou and Zhong Families dared view him as prey!

Did they really think they could do with him as they pleased and trample him casually?

Su Yi had come here today, first for his scheduled duel, and second to seize this opportunity to measure his opponents’ strength.

He absolutely wouldn’t let up until he’d killed to his heart's content!

I’ll wait a while longer. I’m sure there are quite a few big fish nearby who’ve yet to jump out of the water, thought Su Yi.

He was calm and composed as he swept his cold gaze across the entire area. Meanwhile, his severe injuries silently knit back together.

“Everyone, we cannot simply stare him down like this. If we do, we’ll only let him recover his vitality!” warned Zhong Tianquan.

The current situation was far more serious and troublesome than they’d anticipated. There was no avoiding a chaotic struggle.

The Transcendents’ eyes flashed. All of their expressions shifted. They were naturally well aware of that. How could they not be?

The more they drew things out, the more it would benefit Su Yi. Given time, he’d heal his wounds and recover his cultivation base!

“Then let’s see what he’s really capable of!” someone said coldly and with firm conviction.

Before his voice had even finished echoing through the air, a figure silently appeared atop the peak of Mount Pitaya, like a shadow or illusion, and launched himself at Su Yi.