To be honest, everyone was uncertain. On one side was the Evil Emperor Xiang Yutian, who had dominated the Great Sui for two hundred years. He had refined the legendary Dao Heart Planting Demon Technique to its highest level, even innovating and forging his own path.
On the other side was the current storm-stirring Wudang’s Little Immortal in Ming. He could kill Heaven-Man experts as easily as chickens and had even refined the Buddha’s thoughts, surpassing Land Immortals in some respects.
From Xiang Yutian’s attitude, it was clear that the Little Immortal’s strength was on par with his own.
With two such titans standing at the pinnacle of the Nine Provinces, who could say for sure who would come out on top without a direct confrontation? The only point of judgment was that Ning Changge himself was not present.
Could the three peerless spiritual swords fend off the Evil Emperor and protect Ji Xiaofu? Everyone held their breath, even Song Yuanqiao and the others were unusually tense.
They had confidence in their junior brother, but this was a Land Immortal, and an old, established one at that. Ning Changge had never faced such a peerless expert before, so some concern was inevitable.
The humming of the spiritual swords echoed through the heavens, causing a chorus of ten thousand swords. Xiang Yutian frowned, casually pointing, and a wave of true power enveloped the area, silencing the sword chorus. The crowd was horrified, quickly protecting their swords, but some lower-quality swords shattered. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs NoveI~Fire.net
Xiang Yutian, hands behind his back, took another step forward.
It sounded as if the earth and mountains were shaking. The three spiritual swords, transformed into divine beasts, roared and charged at Xiang Yutian.
The Vermilion Bird spewed divine fire, transforming into fiery sword aura; the Azure Dragon’s tail lashed, raining down life-and-death-infused green sword aura; the White Tiger roared, emitting a single golden sword light, its killing power surpassing the other two swords.
The three-colored sword aura intertwined in the void, each unique yet incredibly sharp. At full power, the Vermilion Bird’s fire, the Azure Dragon’s wood, and the White Tiger’s metal sword aura revealed their fierce fangs. Xiang Yutian’s eyes showed a hint of surprise. Compared to the sword aura used against Shi Zhixuan and others, this was vastly different.
Its the same sword aura, but several times more powerful, reaching the threshold of the Land Immortal realm. Using corresponding spiritual swords with corresponding attribute sword aura, their power soared.
The sword aura illuminated Emei Mountain, tearing apart the previously overcast sky, creating more and more rifts, allowing sunlight to pour through.
“But it’s useless against me!” Xiang Yutian confidently stomped in the void.
In the next moment, countless black waves spread from his toes, a terrifying demonic aura enveloping the world. The demonic nature of the Demon Blade Ding Peng was rare in the martial world, but compared to Xiang Yutian’s, it was insignificant.
The sky turned pitch black, Emei Mountain filled with a hellish demonic aura. Xiang Yutian raised his hand, grasping, a giant demonic hand covering the sky, reaching for the three spiritual swords, like the Buddha’s Five Finger Mountain. The sword aura rained down like a storm, bombarding the demonic hand. The terrifying explosions echoed, the black demonic hand trembling, light flashing within.
Suddenly, a golden light appeared first, the Golden Edge Sword’s extreme killing power severing a giant finger, breaking free from the Five Finger Mountain.
Then a green light, the Qingyuan Sword embodying life and death, severed another giant finger. Finally, a red light, the Chixiao Sword’s explosive power, though slightly inferior, also broke free from the Five Finger Mountain.
As the two clashed, countless phenomena were triggered. The sky’s clouds were riddled with holes, and Emei’s ground was scarred. The crowd was dumbfounded, terrified by the Land Immortal’s combat power, understanding why they stood at the pinnacle of the Nine Provinces.
“Why do I feel… the Little Immortal’s spiritual swords seem slightly inferior?” The crowd could clearly see the three spiritual swords, though breaking free from the demonic hand, had revealed their true forms, their light dimmed, while the demonic hand remained intact.
The outcome was clear.
Xiang Yutian laughed: “Mere spiritual swords, that’s all!”
He laughed wildly, the Dao Heart Planting Demon Technique being the ultimate demonic art. Having reached the highest level, his true power contained mental attacks, capable of erasing martial will.
Knowing Ning Changge’s method involved imbuing martial will into the spiritual swords, he was confident of victory. He believed the previous strike had eroded thirty percent of the martial will within the swords. A few more strikes, and the martial will would be completely eroded, rendering the swords mere dead objects.
In the Sutra Pavilion, Ning Changge’s eyes showed a hint of amusement: “Capable of injuring spiritual consciousness, this Dao Heart Planting Demon Technique is quite interesting.” On Tianzhu Peak, seven stars flashed and then vanished, a dense star power enveloping Ning Changge.
The Celestial Phenomenon Spirit Refining Technique transmitted this power to the spiritual swords, instantly restoring the slightly damaged spiritual consciousness to its peak, even surpassing it.
On Emei Mountain, Xiang Yutian’s laughter abruptly stopped. He looked at the three spiritual swords, puzzled. The swords shone brighter than ever, the crowd murmuring, their expressions odd.
Previously, Shi Zhixuan had similarly taunted after blocking a strike, only to be turned to blood mist by the swords’ eruption. Now, the situation seemed eerily similar. Did the Little Immortal have a penchant for this?
Before the crowd’s thoughts settled, the three spiritual swords continued to shine, like three suns, one red, one green, one gold, illuminating Emei! As the light reached its peak, it gradually receded. When the swords reappeared in Xiang Yutian’s eyes, his pupils contracted. Each spiritual sword now had two additional swords beside it, forming a total of nine swords!