Chapter 436: Sword Cuts Down the Ancient Cultivators, Debt Paid in Full (II)

Wang Sheng watched the ancient Mount Hua cultivator's corpse fall from the sky and land in the arena. Their fight had been too violent, and it had ended too quickly.

The remaining ancient cultivators below didn't even get the chance to intervene. To them, the Mount Hua cultivator's death seemed far too sudden.

Aside from Wang Sheng, only the two sword spirits likely understood why his opponent had chosen to gamble everything on such a reckless display of power.

From the first clash, the ancient Mount Hua cultivator had already fallen behind. Wang Sheng's sword techniques completely overpowered his. It had nothing to do with cultivation level; his sword techniques were simply inferior.

Only the Mount Hua cultivator bled throughout their entire aerial battle. When he gathered all his enchanted power to create the massive sword for one final strike, he already knew he couldn't defeat Wang Sheng in the Dao of the Sword. It had been his final, desperate attempt.

By the time his sword shattered, he no longer had any strength left to fight back.

Though the air still rippled with lingering enchanted power and surging primal qi, Wang Sheng locked onto the ancient cultivators below. Without hesitation, he spread his arms and dove straight down from the sky, giving his enemies no time to react.

The twelve criminals no longer had any will to fight, but they couldn't even escape. The immortal of the Small Nether Realm had cut off their retreat.

"Everyone, attack!"

The ancient cultivators swiftly unleashed techniques. Pressed to the edge of life and death, they fought with desperate unity, bombarding Wang Sheng with attacks.

A treasured longbow thrummed, and talisman experts released a tempest of talismans. One of them flung out eighteen three-

chi

-high banners, forming a grand array that drew on the endless primal qi around them.

Instead of dodging, Wang Sheng plunged headfirst into the storm of dazzling lights. He then used his sword radiance to shatter half of the lights and scatter the rest in every direction.

A lightning bolt slashed diagonally from the sky, striking the air thirty meters above the ancient cultivators. Wang Sheng burst through it, bringing him right in front of the ancient criminals.

He lifted Nameless behind him, its sword radiance surging like waves. As his left arm pulsed with immortal light, the sword radiance solidified into a giant cyan sword tens of meters long. He then swung Spiritless, releasing a storm of Heavenly Ziwei Sword phantasms. Dozens of Big Dipper patterns instantly appeared above. They cut, hung, reversed, and descended, sealing every possible route of escape.

The twelve ancient criminals used every defensive technique in their arsenal, but the hundreds of sword radiances raining down from above left them no room to counter. The giant sword of cyan light crushed their final resistance.

For an instant, immortal light and sword phantasms filled the entire sky above the arena. Sword energy slashed across dozens of

li

, and Daoist blood fell like rain, riddling the ground with carnage.

Four... seven... ten down.

The ancient criminals fought with everything they had and used every means of survival they knew, but they still couldn't withstand the onslaught of the Heavenly Ziwei Sword Art.

Every sword radiance that Wang Sheng had unleashed was as powerful as he could make them. He showed them the true power and potential of the Heavenly Ziwei Sword Art, the Daoist heritage that Ziwei himself had passed down.

No one knew how long it lasted. It couldn't have been long, yet for every cultivator watching, the battle seemed to stretch for eternity.

When the bodies began to fall from the sky, the immortal light around Wang Sheng flowed back into Spiritless, making him feel as though every bone and vein in his body had been hollowed out. He felt weak, his Dao Heart empty. Such was the price of merging with Yaoyun; it strained his Dao Body and Nascent Soul heavily.

One of the fallen cultivators suddenly twitched. He spat out blood, somehow forced himself up, and stumbled across the shattered arena in a frantic attempt to flee.

Barely staying upright, Wang Sheng casually flicked Spiritless outward as he landed near the ruined platform. His legs gave way, and he dropped to one knee, using Nameless for support.

From Spiritless, Yaoyun's faint phantasm appeared and swung her hand in the air, slamming the old Daoist to the ground. Sword in hand, she stepped forward and pressed the tip against his throat.

The ancient cultivator trembled profusely. Voice shaking, he pleaded, "No, don't kill me! Spare me! Please, Immortal! I'm willing to atone for my sins. The others just misled me into committing such foolish acts! I'll expose all their filthy schemes to everyone! Spare my life, Great Immortal! It was stupid and blind of me to offend you and harm Senior Xi Lian!"

Wang Sheng waved his hand. Yaoyun lifted her sword and decapitated the ancient cultivator. His head flew into the air, and his half-formed Primordial Spirit turned into dust.

"Oh, I was telling you to let him go..." Wang Sheng shook his head. "Never mind."

Leaning on Nameless, he slowly stood up. He was unsteady on his feet, but after a few steps, he regained a bit of strength.

The entire place remained utterly silent. With every gaze fixed on him, he walked straight toward Qing Yanzi and the others. He then lifted Nameless with both hands and returned it to Qing Long.

With a warm and friendly smile, Qing Long extended a Daoist salute. Afterward, he accepted the ancient sword with both hands.

Wang Sheng bowed to his master. Qing Yanzi's emotions welled up as he hurried forward to steady him, rendering him speechless.

"Master, I will find a place to rest for a while. Some of those ancient cultivators may still have surviving Primordial Spirits. Do not leave behind hidden dangers."

"Alright, don't worry," Qing Yanzi replied with a nod. Watching his disciple walk away, he softly added, "I'll handle the rest. Thank you for your hard work."

Wang Sheng shook his head slowly, bid farewell to the Daoist elders and Daoist masters, then turned to Xi Lian and Xiaomiao.

From the stands, Shi Qianzhang shouted, "Brother Sheng!"

He rushed out with a group of Special Investigation Unit members. Too exhausted to speak, Wang Sheng simply smiled faintly in acknowledgment. They reached Xi Lian and Xiaomiao together, but they couldn't find Lady Meng.

Wang Sheng bent down to check Xi Lian's condition and found that she was forcing herself to stay conscious. Hoarsely, he said, "It's over, Big Sister. You can rest now."

"

Mm...

" Xi Lian murmured. She closed her eyes and fell asleep in Xiaomiao's arms.

Wang Sheng dropped heavily to the ground. Grinning from ear to ear, Shi Qianzhang quickly shoved a meditation cushion under him.

Seeing him made Wang Sheng's mood ease a little. He exhaled slowly, took a porcelain vial from his robe, and handed it to Shi Qianzhang. "Here, celestial pills to strengthen your foundation. They're all yours."

Shi Qianzhang's eyes widened. Unable to contain his joy, he clutched the vial to his chest and hopped up and down beside them.

From the side, Liu Yunzhi softly called, "Fei Yu."

Wang Sheng was about to take out a few healing and enchanted-power-restoring celestial pills as a small gift when Liu Yunzhi suddenly dropped to his knees before Xi Lian.

Frowning, Wang Sheng quickly stood and pulled Liu Yunzhi up. "What's wrong?"

Liu Yunzhi's eyes reddened, and his voice cracked. "I..."

Shi Qianzhang sighed. He tucked away his precious celestial pill and walked over with his hands behind his back.

"Let's talk somewhere else," he whispered.

Wang Sheng nodded and sent out a pulse of Daoist arts. Spiritless, Flying Haze, and the scabbard, which had been guarding the perimeter of the arena, all returned to him.

Though young, Xiaomiao was still a cultivator. She easily lifted Xi Lian and followed beside her brother.

Several members of the Special Investigation Unit stepped forward, wanting to greet Wang Sheng. Mou Yue, their highest-ranking officer, stood behind them with a troubled expression.

"Oh, right." Wang Sheng stopped. With his sword in hand, he turned to the Special Investigation Unit members. He reached into his pendant, took out a small brocade box, and tossed it casually.

Mou Yue caught it reflexively. Wang Sheng waved dismissively and said nothing more. The group could only stand in silence and watch him leave.

Wang Sheng asked in confusion, "Yunzhi, what happened to you?"

"

Haaa...

"

Shi Qianzhang's laughter rumbled. "

Hahaha!

Let's find a quiet place first, Brother Sheng. I'll explain everything to you."

As his laughter faded into the background, Mou Yue hesitated. After some time, she finally opened the brocade box, finding a medal shaped like a small shield inside. The ancient sword engraved on it had lost all its luster.

She turned pale. The Sword Medal had been returned.