A Blind Swordsman's Sword Coffin

Boom!

Mo Congyun’s sword force erupted like a raging storm. Power surged forth as his blade struck down ten times in a single breath, each one fierce and unrelenting, as if to tear through all opposition.

Yet Li Guanqi’s face remained calm. He slowly raised his sword.

His sword spirit void opened. As the Red Lotus bloomed, heaven and earth dimmed. A terrifying sword beam burst forth.

Mo Congyun’s pupils shrank to pinpoints. His body trembled violently. Cold sweat poured down his forehead.

The moment Li Guanqi’s sword intent unfurled, panic gripped Mo Congyun’s heart. It was the Domineering Sword.

“Sword intent?! You... How can you wield such a powerful sword intent?! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!”

His earlier composure was gone. In its place was now shock, disbelief, and envy.

Li Guanqi whispered, “Shadow Demon Slash. Dark Night.”

Boom!

He poured everything he had into that swing. It was his fiercest strike yet.

Boom!

The sword light tore the domain apart, splitting it clean down the middle.

In desperation, Mo Congyun unleashed all his power, raising his strength to its very limits. Simultaneously, he shoved fistfuls of pills into his mouth.

He could feel it—something dreadful in the youth before him. A suffocating aura of death loomed over him, smothering his heart even after his strength surged to half a step into the Divine Transformation Realm.

No! Impossible! How could he possibly kill me? He’s ranked thirteenth! I am sixth!

Boom!

The golden domain barrier shattered cleanly in two.

Amid the thunderous roar, a blood-soaked figure stood dazed in the wreckage.

Mo Congyun’s body was scorched, his flesh torn to ribbons. He slowly looked down at his shoulder.

His inner armor had been destroyed, its light extinguished. His soft armor lay in tatters, and his entire left arm hung from him by a mere strip of flesh.

The searing lightning had dulled his pain, but the sight of his mangled arm chilled him to the core.

A crushing wave of fear settled over him. He didn’t want to die.

Boom!

A dreadful pressure burst outward, so heavy that even Li Guanqi’s breath grew tight. Yet his expression did not waver. He looked up as mysterious ripples spread across the void.

The space around them began to seal. Nine Heavens, sensing his plans, poured all its might into fortifying the void.

The full power of a tier-five beast erupted, sealing every inch of space within a thousand zhang. Even a Teleportation Talisman could not pierce it. Within such a prison, Mo Congyun couldn’t even retrieve one.

As he fumbled for more pills, Li Guanqi moved.

Thunder roared. Lightning flashed. In an instant, Mo Congyun lost sight of him.

Swish!

Li Guanqi appeared at his side, sword already descending.

Clang!

So fast! Too fast!

The crushing strike sent Mo Congyun flying more than a hundred zhang, even at full power. His palms split open, blood dripping, his eyes flashing with grim resolve.

Before he could react, Li Guanqi was upon him again. Countless afterimages surrounded him, each one raising its sword to strike.

From afar, Lan Xun couldn’t even tell which figure was real. Her throat trembled, eyes wide with shock.

Only then did she truly grasp the gap between them. The difference was like heaven and earth.

Nine Heavens crouched nearby, golden eyes blazing, ready to strike.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Dong!

Sword light filled the air. Li Guanqi walked through the remnants of the domain as though strolling through a garden. His voice was calm, almost indifferent. “Tyrant Sword? That’s all?”

Mo Congyun’s sword hand was a bloody mess, the wounds exposing his bones. His face flushed red with rage. “Aaaaah! Die! Die! Go to hell!”

“Tyrant Sword Slash!”

The entire domain blazed gold. Endless sword qi surged toward Li Guanqi, ready to tear him apart. Every ounce of the domain’s power condensed into a single colossal sword, one hundred zhang long.

Mo Congyun’s eyes burned red, veins bursting, his killing intent flooding into that strike.

But Li Guanqi only gazed at him, calm and detached. “Break.”

The next instant, Mo Congyun’s sword shattered in his hands.

Crack! Bang!

The golden giant sword exploded, scattering into fading motes of light.

Mo Congyun stared blankly at the broken weapon in his grip. He couldn’t understand. Why? Why did it break?

He lifted his head and met Li Guanqi’s calm gaze. Terror stabbed through his heart. Everything was within his plan.

Li Guanqi’s expression hardened, turning cold. His brows furrowed as he roared, “Sword Prison—open!”

Boom!

Purple lightning swallowed the void, consuming the domain entirely. In an instant, searing flames erupted within the Sword Prison.

When Mo Congyun’s body brushed the fire, horror twisted his face. “Heavenly Fire! That’s Heavenly Fire!”

His will to fight completely crumbled.

Once touched, the flames of the heavens could never be extinguished.

Boom!

Li Guanqi raised his hand. Walls of flame surged upward, encircling Mo Congyun completely. A killing intent so dense it seemed tangible radiated from him.

Mo Congyun summoned another spirit sword, screaming, “You can’t kill me! I’m the Mo Family’s young master! Do you know what the Eastern Territory’s Mo—”

“Heavenly Destruction.”

Boom!

A sword light of blinding speed pierced straight through him. Mo Congyun’s words were cut short.

Li Guanqi’s voice was faint. “You deserve death, no matter who you are.”

Boom!

That single strike tore even his Sword Prison apart, the sword light ripping hundreds of zhang across the land. Where it passed, the earth split open into a deep gorge. A river one thousand zhang wide was cleaved clean in two, its waters frozen in place for three full breaths.