By this time, Tong Xiu, on the high platform, finally couldn’t remain seated. He rose, looking incredulously at the scene before him—at Su Bei, who was only in the late stage of Refining Void. Su Bei appeared unscathed, yet for some unknown reason, fresh blood poured frantically from the corners of his mouth.
He is qualified to fight me!
A long-lost, boundless fighting spirit surged in his eyes, much to his surprise.
His chest heaved; emotions he hadn’t felt in many years once again filled his entire being.
Lin Duo was ashen-faced, utterly powerless before Su Bei.
How could he possibly possess the Supreme Yang Body!?
How could he possibly unleash such terrifying sword momentum consecutively?
Doesn’t he need to gather Spiritual Energy?
How can his condition always be at its peak!?
Every sword strike is at the absolute peak!?
All of this defies logic; how could it be possible!?
His body collapsed onto the arena.
The Great Sun Mantra frantically drew upon the power of the sun, guarding Lin Duo.
Yet it had no effect on Su Bei whatsoever. It seemed that in this environment, he was even more at ease!
On the Elder’s Platform, Yang Tianqing wore a complicated expression. He took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "A destined nemesis..."
The cultivators of Azure Cloud Mountain hadn’t yet recovered from the shock of Su Bei’s three consecutive sword strikes when another exclamation was heard:
"That is... Sword Six!"
A spurt of blood erupted. Su Bei’s meridians seemed to have shattered to their absolute limit. With the execution of this sword strike, Su Bei understood that his limit was Sovereign Sword Six.
Close to despair, Lin Duo frantically drew upon the power of the sun and bellowed, "Yang Sea, hold the perimeter, unmoving! Scorch!"
Though his body was brimming with Spiritual Energy, it still couldn’t withstand Su Bei’s chaotic barrage! His body, already like a spent force, trembled continuously, bleeding profusely.
Above the vast sky, a towering figure bathed in golden light broke through the countless ruins. Step by step, it approached Su Bei—or rather, it approached the figure in a white robe embroidered with begonias, holding the Qingping Sword.
A strange glint seemed to flash in Su Bei’s eyes.
The entire world seemed to blur; everything before the cultivators appeared as if it were a painting.
And on the Ascension Platform were the figures within that painting.
The Qingping Sword finally burst forth with light, seemingly because it had absorbed the boundless lightning from that night.
Then, Su Bei thought he saw an Immortal—not a Dao Integration cultivator undergoing Tribulation, nor a Mahayana cultivator, but a true, Ascended Immortal!
He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his face indistinct, pointing from afar.
An aura of absolute freedom, of dominion over heaven and earth, surged forth.
Wenren Pingxin finally sank back into his chair, a bitter smile on his lips. "I have never truly understood him."
Sword Six: Immortal Shows the Way!
Above Azure Cloud Mountain, a streak of sword light flashed. The entire world seemed to turn white for an instant. Then, Lin Duo’s figure was seen crashing heavily to the ground, blood spilling all over the arena. His eyes struggled to stay open, yet they were filled with an inescapable fear.
He had seen an Immortal.
Su Bei sheathed his sword and walked step by step toward Lin Duo, then fiercely drove his sword through Lin Duo’s palm.
It was just a pity that Dan Wulan had ultimately missed this scene.
Then, a faint voice lingered between heaven and earth, refusing to fade:
"The Sword Scripture’s One, Two, Three, Four, Five, and Six—has Elder Lin witnessed them all?"
Witnessed them, have you? ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel★fire.net
He had seen them, but they were not the ’One, Two, Three, Four, Five, and Six’ he had expected to see.
This was the Sovereign Sword.
Turning around, no longer paying any mind to the completely unconscious Lin Duo, Su Bei pointed his sword in Ling Ran’s direction. Gazing at Ling Ran, whose face was cold and whose eyes blazed with fury, he declared:
Wuhua Palace still had one cultivator at Half-Step into Dao Integration.
The world was eerily silent.
Lin Duo was carried down from the Ascension Platform by Disciples of Wuhua Palace.
This fight, almost theatrical yet intensely spectacular, concluded in this manner.
A biting wind swept past, and fresh blood trickled from the corners of Su Bei’s mouth.
Everyone’s mouths gaped open, and they remained silent for a long time. Eventually, one cultivator spoke up:
"Can Elder Su... fight Elder Tong?"
No one replied, or rather, no one could.
To fight, knowing it’s an impossible battle!? Is this truly an unwinnable fight!?
The Sky Mirror had not moved for a long, long time.
The people throughout the Twenty-One Provinces were immersed in the golden glow that filled the sky.
They had witnessed the Sword Scripture—the Sovereign Sword Scripture.
They had witnessed the six swords—the world-establishing Six Swords.
Finally, a Wuhua Palace cultivator at Half-Step into Dao Integration, clad in a Daoist Robe and wearing a very solemn expression, stepped forward and said, "Shentu He of Wuhua Palace asks for guidance from Elder Su!"
Yet he knew in his heart that he was merely an ordinary cultivator at Half-Step into Dao Integration. If even Lin Duo was defeated, what could he possibly do!?