Supreme Sword Exalt

Yun Tu’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re leaving? If you leave, what about our god’s sacrifice?”

Facing everyone’s momentum, the old monk’s robes fluttered loudly in the wind. He slowly pressed his palms together. Light surged from within him, transforming into three thousand Buddha projections that surrounded everyone.

His eyes widened, anger and righteous indignation flaring within. “Amitabha. Om!”

All the Buddha projections transformed into three thousand wrathful vajras, wielding vajra staffs. Amid the pervasive Buddhist chant filling the sky, they descended upon everyone with unmatched might.

Yun Ao said with deep emotion, “Huh, and here I thought Chi Yao’s as best as it gets in the five domains. What a pity, just like him, you don’t see the bigger picture. Enough. Since you’re hell-bent on dying, I’ll grant your wish!”

With a blur, he once again transformed into a green dragon, exuding boundless green flames. A hazy green light crowned the dragon’s head as it charged up to meet the endless vajras in the sky.

At the same time, the Feather Transformation and the Saint cultivators wore fanatical expressions, shouting incessantly.

“Glory to our god!”

As if blind to their own injuries, they used mutually destructive secret techniques, wanting to crush the old monk as soon as possible.

Buddhist chant permeated the air, vajras roared, and the green dragon howled. Mixed with various divine secret arts, they nearly blotted out this stretch of sky. With each impact, the old monk’s complexion paled a degree further, until eventually, blood seeped from the corners of his mouth.

Nevertheless, no matter how fierce Yun Ao and the others’ assault was, the old monk never budged a single bit. If he retreated, he wouldn’t be the only one dying. Suddenly, he seemed to realize something as his gaze swept over the fanatical believers.

He then sighed softly in his heart. At some point, Yun Tu had gone missing. Even stranger, he had only noticed this now.

At that moment, a green flame once again burned a vajra projection into nothingness.

The green dragon lowered his head until he was only about thirty zhang from the old monk, saying slowly, “He has a Hidden Dragon Physique. Even someone with a Dragon Mark like Yun Tian cannot find him, so what chance do you have? Bald donkey, accept your fate.

“This is simply fate. It’s inevitable. However, if I fully activate the Dragon Seal, the Dragon Mark will inevitably sense it. Never mind. This time, he and I can finally settle things properly!”

***

In the Great Flame Empire, the Flame Emperor sat in meditation, with his eyes closed. Invisible dragon qi flickered through his seven apertures between each breath. Suddenly, a burning sensation came from his brow. The Dragon Mark had manifested on its own! An ancient, far-reaching, tyrannical dragon might descended.

The Flame Emperor’s eyes shot open. He slowly rose to his feet, determined. “Yun Ao, you’ve finally shown yourself! And that bastard! This time, I will definitely cleanse the Dragon Ancestor lineage’s house!”

With a flicker, he arrived outside.

Looking up at the extremely conspicuous Gold List in the sky, he said quietly, somewhat reluctant, “Kid, after I’m gone, take good care of yourself.”

Dragon qi rose from him, and he vanished in an instant. Despite knowing Yun Ao’s strength and Yun Tu’s cunning, he still ventured into the Western Desert alone. He had long since prepared to die together with them. His pride and arrogance simply didn’t allow him to involve anyone else.

***

The Tianlong Temple was completely empty. Monks had evacuated to disperse cultivators and mortals everywhere, it was now completely empty. Behind the mountain, Yun Tu leisurely arrived at the entrance of the God-Slaying Formation.

With a flicker, he arrived inside the formation. When he saw the head with three closed eyes, locked down by several thick chains of order, Yun Tu’s eyes grew slightly moist with fanaticism.

He prostrated himself, muttering incessantly, “O’ almighty god! I’ve finally seen your true visage! It’s me, your most faithful believer! I’ve come to help you break free!”

Thus, he chanted a spell of extremely strange pronunciation. A vast, grand might descended. The three eyes slowly opened!

***

Inside the Gold List, Gu Han spat out a mouthful of blood, once again sent flying by his clone. He was severely injured, barely able to stand. Helplessly, for the umpteenth time, he took out some Transcendent Substance to heal his wounds.

His clone didn’t stop him, waiting at ease. “As much as I admire you, I won’t hold back anymore if you’re still this stubborn.”

The Transcendent Substance flowed into Gu Han, rapidly healing his injuries. He slowly stood up. “You have a flaw, a major one!”

His clone raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Tell me, what is it?”

Gu Han said with certainty, “You only have three Supreme Stages, not four!”

The other was silent for a moment, then sighed. “How did you figure it out?”

“It’s very simple. I have the four Supreme Stages. Your sword is very strong, but it completely lacks intent. You’re not actually holding back. You just can’t use that sword.”

“And you can?”

“Yes.”

“This isn’t the mortal world.”

Gu Han thought, And why should I bother explaining anything to a defect like you? Wherever she is, that is my mortal world.

Subconsciously, he glanced at his storage ring. She has always been by my side! Although this place is a bit small, with just the two of us, it’s still a mortal world.

In his mind, that tender sprout trembled slightly. The sharpness around him vanished. His entire temperament changed, as if he had become an ordinary, common mortal.

At that moment, a vast killing intent descended. “Kill!”

The clone’s Kill Sword was about to arrive again. At the same time, Gu Han gently swung his sword down, as if splitting firewood in a small courtyard. The two blows met. Despite only carrying faint traces of sword light, Gu Han’s strike cleaved the other’s hundred-zhang-long red sword aura in two. His strike shattered the other’s sword before continuing on to pierce his clone.

Although it was nowhere near as powerful as the one he had used against Ling Ya, it was more than enough to deal with a flawed Saint realm clone.

Gu Han said thoughtfully, “Seems like your sword is also flawed.”

Only after their blades clashed did he realize their swords weren’t even in the same league. His sword vibrated slightly, seemingly somewhat pleased to have finally cut down that imposter.

Feeling the ordinary yet omnipresent sword intent, his clone sighed. “You win. I’ll give you a gift.”

“What is it?”

“Don’t ask. I’m in a bad mood!”

Gu Han was speechless. Even an imposter is this cocky?

The clone shook and dissipated. A wisp of qi, carrying countless wonderful principles of heaven and earth, entered his brow and merged with his soul.

Numerous Great Dao principles flowed ceaselessly through his heart. The thin membrane separating him from the vast sea of vital qi rapidly dissolved until it vanished completely.