Chapter 435: Sword Cuts Down the Ancient Cultivators, Debt Paid in Full (I)

The ancient sword of the Shu Sword Sect was only the finishing touch. What truly caused Wang Sheng's aura to surge was Yaoyun and his Nascent Soul's fusion.

When he was in the Earth Qi Seal, Yaoyun's divine soul and Wang Sheng's Primordial Soul had already merged once. By the time Yaoyun became Spiritless's sword spirit, Spiritless and Wang Sheng had long achieved the unity of man and sword.

In the Small Immortal Realm's Palace of Heavenly Punishment, Yaoyun had suggested practicing their unity several times and succeeded once or twice. Yaoyun had taken the lead in each attempt since Wang Sheng had yet to ascend to immortality, but she never interfered with him. Instead, she allowed him to control everything.

If Wang Sheng looked inward, he would see his Nascent Soul holding a miniature version of Spiritless made out of immortal light. His Nascent Soul was almost transparent, and light beams radiated from its eyes, nose, and mouth.

His Nascent Soul raised its head in a silent roar. Two rippling circles of pale-white primal qi spread from under Wang Sheng's feet as he shot upward and appeared right before the ancient cultivators.

He pointed Spiritless forward and hung Nameless at his left side. Empowered by two sword spirits, his fierce spiritual perception locked all thirteen ancient cultivators in place.

Some of his enemies showed despair, while some seemed prepared to fight to the death. Others wavered, already thinking of abandoning their pride to beg for mercy. Most, however, were desperately searching for a way to escape.

Only the ancient Mount Hua cultivator took a step forward, instantly narrowing the distance by ten meters. Though light and effortless, that one step bore the weight of centuries, making Wang Sheng focus completely on him.

The old Mount Hua Daoist fully unleashed his Tribulation Realm power. The treasured sword in his hand gleamed faintly with immortal light, making it clear that it wasn't an ordinary weapon.

He bent his knees slightly and lunged forward, leaving behind a trail of afterimages. In the blink of an eye, he narrowed the space between them to less than ten meters.

The treasured sword in his grasp blazed. He cleaved it down at Wang Sheng with enough force to make it seem as though he held an entire mountain in his hands.

Thousand-Peak Cleave!

The fierce and overwhelming attack was imbued with the grandeur of an immortal descending to the mortal world.

Wang Sheng's eyes glowed. The celestial-grade swords in his hands shone brilliantly as well. Their radiance engulfed him and his opponent, who was charging toward him.

Due to the blinding immortal light, the cultivators in the area could barely glimpse the flickering sword phantasms within it. Even the spiritual perceptions that had locked onto the two combatants were severed instantly.

Primal qi erupted violently as visible shockwaves rippled outward. Skimming over the assembly, they crashed into the distant ridges, toppling the trees in their path.

Clang!

Sword clashes rang out like a temple bell, making Mount Hua seemingly tremble. The dazzling immortal light suddenly drew back. The two cultivators appeared hundreds of meters in the air, their sword radiances crossing again and again as the clangor of steel filled the sky.

Blood splattered faintly through the light, barely visible amid the flashes.

The combatants moved as one, vanishing almost immediately. As if bound by mutual instinct, they shot northwest, leaving afterimages of them locked in combat.

The other cultivators—Qing Yanzi, the Celestial Master, and even some of the ancient cultivators—could not tell who had the upper hand. From time to time, blood scattered and glimmered in the sky, but no one could see whose it was.

The fierce duel raged on, countless exchanges passing in the blink of an eye. Eventually, the ancient Mount Hua cultivator shouted thunderously, his treasured sword conjuring dozens of phantasms that used exquisite sword techniques. They completely encircled and engulfed Wang Sheng.

In response, Wang Sheng unleashed his Heavenly Tribulation Sword Intent. Lightning burst from Nameless and cleaved down on the ancient cultivator. He then disappeared, merging with the lightning. With his two swords spinning in a flurry of motion, he cut his way through the dozens of sword phantasms, shattering every phantasm around him.

At the edge of the lightning, Wang Sheng burst through. Nameless destroyed the ancient cultivator's treasured sword, while Spiritless pierced straight into the man's chest. When Wang Sheng twisted it, he felt no resistance at all. It turned out to be another phantasm that was so lifelike it even fooled Wang Sheng, who had maintained perfect focus throughout the fight.

Right after, immense enchanted power erupted overhead!

Wang Sheng sharply looked up. Above him, the ancient cultivator gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands as it transformed into an earthen-colored sword that was over a hundred meters long. Its shape bore a striking resemblance to the peaks of Mount Hua behind him.

The ancient cultivator's hair and beard flared wildly. He no longer hid or suppressed the deep cuts from his earlier clash with Wang Sheng.

The enchanted power around him poured into the treasured sword. He merged with the hilt of the massive sword as he roared, "Die!"

The giant sword descended from the heavens, bringing with it a storm of primal qi. Its weight pressed down on Wang Sheng like a falling mountain. Nevertheless, he simply snorted coldly. Instead of dodging with Lightning Flash, he lifted both swords and shot up to meet the strike.

Three sharp sonic booms rang out, followed by three flashes of lightning. Within less than fifty meters of vertical space, Wang Sheng completed three bursts of acceleration, leaving behind rippling trails of primal qi.

The colossal sword made him look small. Still, Spiritless emitted a blinding radiance that was three chi long.

Blot out the heavens, Heavenly Ziwei Sword!

Spiritless's sword radiance collided with the tip of the giant sword. The enemy's attack stopped mid-descent, its overwhelming primal qi blasted upward.

𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Crack, crack—!

Fissures quickly spread from the tip to the hilt of the gigantic weapon.

The ancient Mount Hua cultivator's expression twisted in disbelief. He forced more enchanted power into his grip, sealing the cracks. However, he turned pale, and doubt filled his eyes.

Below the earthen-colored sword tip, Wang Sheng lifted Spiritless high and shook his right arm once. The enormous weapon lurched more than ten meters upward.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Sheng ascended again. He spun his swords as he used the Pure Yang Sword Song to unleash seven or eight sword phantasms. They attacked the sword in quick succession, shattering its tip completely.

At the hilt of the crumbling giant sword, the ancient Mount Hua cultivator roared and forced the sword down with all his might.

Wang Sheng countered it head-on. Radiant light burst out of his celestial-grade swords as his enchanted power and spiritual power surged.

The endless gleam of sword radiance filled the air before him. Every second, countless flashes and sword phantasms appeared, destroying inch after inch of the enemy's sword.

The Heavenly Sword phantasms filled the sky. Shards of shattered stone scattered through the air as the earthen sword rapidly shortened. The sight etched itself deep into the hearts of countless young cultivators watching below.

In an instant, most of the giant sword had already crumbled.

Becoming one with Spiritless, Wang Sheng then turned into a treasured sword and pierced straight through the giant sword. Unable to hold itself together, it exploded into fragments.

Pure Yang Sword Intent surged through Wang Sheng.

The ancient Mount Hua cultivator was blasted away from the splitting hilt. With a crazed expression, he swung his sword downward one last time.

Halfway into the attack, Spiritless struck the center of his treasured sword. With a metallic crack, it shattered to dust. Sword fragments as fine as crystal powder drifted away on the wind.

At that moment, Wang Sheng thought he heard a faint sob.

The ancient cultivator arched backward, his eyes filled with confusion as his sword broke apart.

Wang Sheng showed no hesitation. He moved seamlessly, as though he had practiced it countless times.

While Spiritless shattered the treasured weapon, Nameless cut through the ancient cultivator's neck.

His head flew into the air.

Sword radiance flashed, and the cultivator's Nascent Soul disintegrated into dust. His Dao Body also vanished completely.

Three down.