Cultivating with Top Enlightenment

Chapter 358: Chapter 192: Fiercely Beating the Ancient Saint

Watching the myriad Celestial Swords above the sky, the Red Sun Martial Saint was shaken, a look of disbelief in his eyes. ”How can one person possibly command such immense Power of Heaven and Earth? Could it be some special Secret Treasure?”

A tempest raged in his heart.

It’s understandable why he thought this way.

It was truly incredible; one Celestial Sword was already powerful enough, but a myriad Celestial Swords? That was a force even the Ancient Saints feared and respected. It must be known that every epoch’s prodigies built unparalleled foundations far beyond ordinary Celestial Beings, essentially becoming invincible within the Celestial Human Realm.

But the young Taoist before him had a foundation even stronger than theirs.

This was somewhat beyond his understanding. ”What is this person’s true origin?” Thoughts spun in his mind, countless figures appearing and disappearing.

But there was no more time for him to ponder.

The myriad Celestial Swords launched their attack.

The ocean was entirely suppressed.

The countless onlookers were aghast, having retreated again and again since the battle’s start, yet now forced to keep retreating, nearly unable to see the shadows of the two combatants. Some Martial Artists with lower cultivation could only judge the progress of the battle by the changes in aura.

Ye Qinghe’s mouth was slightly agape: ”Is this what Jiu looks like when he goes all out? Truly impressive!”

Her heart was filled with astonishment and immense relief.

The little brat who used to follow her around has unknowingly become so powerful, now a towering pillar of the True Martial Sect.

One after another, disciples of the True Martial Sect shivered with excitement.

They simply believed Ning Qi was the reincarnation of an Ancient Saint, completely immersed in the battle before them.

Under countless awe-struck gazes.

The Celestial Swords descended like stars, carving tiny cracks in the void with their extreme sharpness.

Ning Qi didn’t probe with Sword Qi; he went all out from the start.

The Red Sun Martial Saint felt immense pressure, roaring furiously at the sky. The Great Sun behind him exploded with unabashed might, golden-red rays bursting forth, the Compass spinning rapidly, a majestically fierce Fire Lion charging out, followed by countless Fire Crows.

Both had already exerted their full strength.

Fire Crows incinerated the sea, Celestial Swords subdued the sun.

This scene reflected in everyone’s eyes, destined to be remembered for a lifetime.

Rumble! Rumble!!

Terrifying roars echoed without end.

The Celestial Swords pierced through each Fire Crow, unstoppable, as the Golden Crow and Fire Lion both charged forth but were suppressed by the encirclement of Celestial Swords. The terrifying quantity overwhelmed the quality, dyeing the sky crimson. The two sides held firm, but it was clear that the Celestial Sword’s sharpness remained undiminished.

Ning Qi changed his Sword Technique.

The remaining Celestial Swords transformed once more.

In the next moment, a giant Celestial Sword coalesced, resembling a sword-shaped ancient mountain, not only sharper but exuding an overwhelmingly heavy aura, advancing with grand majesty to further suppress the Red Sun Martial Saint.

The Red Sun Martial Saint’s expression changed dramatically, a thick sense of threat prickling his entire body with alarm.

Almost without hesitation, he spat out a mouthful of Spirit Blood, feeling deep pain, his heart bleeding, but helpless.

The originally dim Great Sun was nourished by Spirit Blood, exploding with brilliant radiance once more.

The giant Celestial Sword collided with the crimson Great Sun.

The terrifying booming sounds plunged heaven and earth into temporary silence, everyone stared blankly at the scene, followed by an explosion of sound, causing everyone to cover their ears in discomfort, some bleeding from seven orifices, hastily consuming life-saving pills, this battle was more perilous than life-or-death struggles themselves, yet many couldn’t help but watch.

The light subsided.

The young Taoist stood gracefully on his dragon mount, calmly watching ahead, whereas the Red Sun Martial Saint looked somewhat disheveled, his complexion slightly pale, enraged beyond measure, a sinister glint in his eyes. ”Good! Good! Good! It seems today we fight to the death!” he gnashed his teeth, ”Since you don’t wish to yield, then let’s have a good fight today, even if it means the plans of ten thousand years go up in smoke!”

Ning Qi remained silent, only sneering lightly.

He saw through the other’s bravado, pointing out the plans of ten thousand years going up in smoke, merely wanting to intimidate him.

What a pity.

He himself was not an Ancient Saint.

Today, even if he couldn’t slay the opponent, he would make him pay a sufficient price—one mouthful of Spirit Blood was far from enough.

Thinking of his master’s coughing blood, his eyes turned icy once more.

Power of Heaven and Earth gathered, calming the aura within his body at lightning speed, while the White Dragon beneath him raised its head, ready to strike again, as the Red Sun Martial Saint inwardly cursed but prepared to fight desperately once more. If he left in such disgrace, his reputation would be entirely ruined.

But suddenly.

Both turned simultaneously towards a direction, far out at sea, an elder with blind eyes approached, leaning on a cane, sighing with helplessness.

Thinking of the elder’s actions atop True Profound Mountain earlier, Ning Qi’s expression slightly changed, while the Red Sun Martial Saint felt a joy in his heart, coldly laughing: ”Today, we’ll see who stands supreme!”

He was confident the Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint would intervene, thus no longer anxious, not wanting to tarnish his prestige.

Ning Qi, seeing the other’s arrogance, remained silent.

Only the White Dragon charged more ferociously.

Should the Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint choose to intervene, he was temporarily powerless, but as long as the intervention was not voiced, he would act as if unseen.

Wisps of Spiritual Power made the void tremble.

The White Dragon battered the dim Golden Crow, while the Red Sun Martial Saint resisted without using Spirit Blood amplification. The Great Sun Compass had fallen into his hand at some point, supplying Spiritual Power to its utmost.