Chapter 372 - Ancient Sword of the Seven Peaks

Lu Kangnian was like a blood-fueled alpha wolf. Under his lead, the others became like wolf pups brimming with pent-up fury, desperate to prove themselves and show the world that choosing the Daxia Sword Sect had never been a mistake.

Pfft!

Zhong Lin cut down a Golden Core Realm disciple in one stroke. He raised an eyebrow, catching sight of Li Sheng’an from the corner of his eye.

That once-cowardly Li Sheng’an now looked possessed by a battle god. He charged alone into the Mo Family’s encirclement, letting their swords hack into him, dodging only the few strikes aimed at his vitals. Bathed in blood, he laughed madly, his sword flashing like the wind.

He parried several blows in succession, and between fists and kicks, he cut down two men. His blood surged, and he felt as though his veins were boiling.

He trembled uncontrollably and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, the metallic tang flooding his tongue.

Zhong Lin couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. “Brother Li’s influence on him really was too great.”

After Li Guanqi called him out for his cowardice[1] on Heavenly Pillar Peak, Li Sheng’an awakened. The old people-pleasing coward was gone. He refused every unreasonable demand.

Even beaten half to death, he would cling to his attacker and bite off an ear if he had to. Now, Li Sheng’an had entered the inner sect, training under Tu Kui. His ruthlessness was usually hidden, but it ran bone-deep.

Swish!

A sharp whistle split the air. Li Sheng’an suddenly twisted his waist and spun around, hurling his sword like a spear straight toward Zhong Lin.

“Careful!”

Zhong Lin instantly realized two enemies were flanking him, only three chi away. His vital force exploded outward. He stomped on the air beneath his feet, his body sliding sideways two chi, and swept his sword up in a flash.

Clang! Clang! Pfft!

Li Sheng’an’s thrown sword pierced through the shoulder of a Mo Family disciple, sending him flying several zhang away.

Even with their best efforts, a blade slashed into Zhong Lin’s calf. He knocked the man away with one strike, retreating swiftly toward Li Sheng’an. Nearly all the flesh on his left calf had been sliced away, blood pouring freely. Without Li Sheng’an’s warning, that sword would have cut him clean in half.

Li Sheng’an formed an illusory spirit sword in his hand and then stepped on the air, fighting back-to-back with Zhong Lin.

Similar scenes unfolded everywhere across the battlefield. The Daxia Sword Sect never fought alone.

High in the heavens, the two terrifying Divine Transformation Realm domains collided, each occupying half of the space.

Where they met, the forces tore each other apart, only to be replenished and destroyed again. Neither side was willing to yield.

Two figures blinked through the void, trading blows under the support of their domains. Dozens of sword lights streaked past with every breath. Lu Kangnian’s sword force flowed endlessly, steady and unshakable as the mountains.

Mo Zhiyuan’s face was deathly pale, his body riddled with bone-deep sword cuts. Even as a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator, his recovery lagged far behind that of the Illusory Refinement Realm. The silver armor he wore had long since shattered under Lu Kangnian’s onslaught.

Buzz!

Mo Zhiyuan’s hands flashed, summoning an ancient banner and a blue bottle—magical treasures. His sword force surged, forcing Lu Kangnian back in an instant.

He retreated a hundred zhang, and the bottle hovered above his head, bathing him in blue light. The raging sword qi within him was instantly purged. His wounds began knitting together before the naked eye, but the bottle’s power was draining fast.

Mo Zhiyuan gasped for breath. He had never imagined a mere Northern Territory Sect Master could be so strong.

His eyes scanned the battlefield, where the Mo Family was getting suppressed. The Daxia Sword Sect had the upper hand, both in numbers and cultivation.

Even the three allies he’d summoned were barely holding their ground. Who could have guessed the Daxia Sword Sect held so many Divine Transformation Realm experts?

His chest caved inward where a fist-print had shattered his ribs, agony pulsing with every breath.

His bloodshot eyes gleamed coldly. He seized the black-and-white ancient banner with his left hand, waving it furiously with a roar. “Soaring Heavens Soul-Destroying Banner!”

The banner rose and fluttered, releasing a frigid, eerie gale that swept across heaven and earth. Lu Kangnian’s heart jolted the instant he sensed it.

“A soul-attacking treasure!”

Such artifacts were priceless beyond measure.

“Run! It's a soul attack!”

“As expected of an ancient clan. They even have something like that!”

The onlookers panicked and scattered, unwilling to be caught in the crossfire. Mo Zhiyuan, eyes wild, frantically waved the banner. “Give him to me, or you all die!”

Woooooo!

The heavens darkened. Winds howled, lightning split the skies, and torrential rain poured down. The storm lifted the rain back into the air, the temperature plunging to a winter’s chill.

A piercing shriek tore through the clouds. Countless Daxia Sword Sect disciples clutched their heads, screaming in pain. One after another fell from the sky, some coughing blood from all seven orifices, their faces deathly pale.

Just then, a strange grey gale rushed toward the disciples. Lu Kangnian drew a deep breath. Though he hadn’t planned on using such a method, his eyes hardened with a chilling glint. “Since things have come to this, then I’ll become even bolder!”

“Daxia—Seven Swords, arise!”

Boom!

With his roar, all three thousand peaks of the Daxia Sword Sect trembled violently. Led by Heavenly Sword Peak, the sect’s seven main peaks each erupted with a pillar of light piercing the heavens.

Lu Kangnian’s white robes snapped in the storm. He stepped into the air, weaving complex seals with one hand.

In that instant, his aura surged, and he reached the peak of the mid Divine Transformation Realm.

At the same time, the summits of the seven main peaks shattered. From within the blazing pillars, seven ancient swords radiating primordial might shot forth.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

With shrill cries, the swords tore through the void, hovering beside Lu Kangnian. In that moment, he stood like a peerless sword immortal, his gaze sweeping over all below.

1. In Chapter 33, Li Guanqi stumbled upon Li Sheng’an being bullied by another disciple and confronted him about being a doormat. Li Guanqi told him that if he wanted to stop being humiliated, he needed to stand up for himself. ☜