The sharpness of Sword Silk was the pinnacle of the Sword Dao. Some Sword Cultivators, after mastering the technique of Refining Sword into Silk, became so obsessed with this path that they stopped pursuing any other aspect of Swordsmanship.
When facing an enemy, they often needed only to release their Sword Qi to slice their foe in two, rendering all other forms of Swordsmanship completely unnecessary.
The Five Elements Sword Threads crisscrossed, wrapping Xiang Dingtian completely, like a spindle weaving a cocoon.
Feng Sun watched the Sword Threads, as dense as clouds or fine gauze, and for a moment imagined himself in Xiang Dingtian’s place. The hair on his arms stood on end.
’I can’t believe even someone like Xiang Dingtian fell for it.’
He had grown to fear the so-called Mingfei Joyful Method immensely.
’With Fellow Daoist Yang’s Swordsmanship, Xiang Dingtian must have been minced by now.’
If he had approached Xiang Dingtian without his guard up, he would have likely ended up no better than the Cultivator who’d had his Golden Core torn out. The thought filled him with a deep-seated hatred.
Yang Jing shook his head.
"He’s still alive. This Evil God’s Power is far greater than any we’ve encountered before."
The words had barely left his lips when the sound of snapping Sword Silk filled the air.
Xiang Dingtian swung his Treasure Mace, shattering the web of Sword Silk. With a single leap, his massive body lunged toward Yang Jing.
A turmeric-colored Gang Qi surged around his body. He hadn’t escaped the thousand cuts of the Sword Silk unscathed; his entire body was covered in fine wounds. The light of his once-magnificent Treasure Armor had dimmed, and it now hung from his frame like scrap metal.
Yang Jing clenched his fist, and the Celestial Waterfall Sword, which had been sent flying, teleported back into his grasp.
A brilliant golden-green Celestial Gang Qi instantly formed a peerlessly sharp Sword Gang along the blade of the Celestial Waterfall Sword.
CLANG!
A tremendous, heaven-shaking sound.
Yang Jing blocked the strike with his sword held horizontally. The immense impact instantly turned the solid ground beneath his feet into a liquid-like state.
Countless solid boulders were forced up from the ground.
Yang Jing gripped the hilt with both hands, feeling the unparalleled Giant Power traveling up the blade.
If he hadn’t comprehended the Golden Bone Technique and used it to refine the Restrictions of the Celestial Thunders Nine Techniques into his skeleton, his bones would have likely fractured from the impact. Their toughness now far surpassed the normal limits of his Body Refinement Realm.
’Incredible. To think you’ve taken Body Refinement this far.’
Yang Jing couldn’t help but marvel.
The next moment, the two were locked in a fierce struggle. Both were masters of Body Refining Techniques and experts in close-quarters combat.
Sword and mace clashed, the intricacy of their moves and the swiftness of their leaps nearly dazzling all the Golden Core Cultivators present.
The slightest bit of Gang Qi leaking from their exchange caused devastation on a world-ending scale.
In the span of a dozen breaths, the two exchanged several dozen blows.
Yang Jing leaped back, creating distance from Xiang Dingtian, and shook out his numb arm. His Cultivation in the path of Body Refinement was only at the Early Stage Golden Core, a far cry from Xiang Dingtian’s.
Meanwhile, Xiang Dingtian flew high into the air, looking down on Yang Jing.
He was in much better shape than Yang Jing. His earlier wounds had already healed completely, and even the new cuts from their close-quarters battle were rapidly closing.
"Do you know how many lesser gods I’ve eaten?"
He rested the Treasure Mace on his shoulder and spoke to Yang Jing.
Yang Jing showed no intention of answering. He could sense a terrifying aura from Xiang Dingtian, an aura unlike any of the other Evil Gods.
"Seven. The answer is seven."
Xiang Dingtian wasn’t the least bit discouraged by Yang Jing’s silence. Instead, he continued with great interest. Since entering the Nine Marvels Small Realm, he had yet to meet an opponent who could give him a real fight.
Even other Divine Beings, if their Power was inferior to his, were not considered his peers. They were merely food.
Encountering an opponent like Yang Jing, who could actually trade a few blows with him, stirred a rare desire to talk.
Yang Jing’s pupils contracted. Sifala, the Evil God he’d faced before, had only devoured one of its own kind, yet it had caused him considerable trouble, forcing him to use a technique like the Five Dragons Destruction just to kill it.
’To defeat Xiang Dingtian,’ he thought, ’I might have to use every trick I have.’
"We Divine Beings, after hatching from the Primordial Seed state, awaken a single inherited Authority from the Father God. This Authority can be completely passed on by devouring one another. And I... I have now mastered all seven Authorities."
Xiang Dingtian threw his head back and laughed arrogantly.
"Did you think what you just saw was the full extent of my Power? That was less than one-seventh of what I can do!"
As his maniacal laughter echoed, nearly everyone present began to tremble in fear.
They couldn’t even begin to imagine how powerful he would be if he unleashed all seven Authorities at once.
The next moment, Xiang Dingtian’s body swelled dramatically, transforming him into a giant with turmeric-colored skin, fiery red hair, and a single golden horn on his head. He stood a full thirty feet tall.
"Next, I’m going to tear you to shreds, just like I did to him!"
As he spoke, he pulled out a severed head, its face frozen in an expression of shock and terror, and tossed it at Yang Jing’s feet.
The head was covered in filth, so Yang Jing didn’t recognize it at first. The others, however, were all too familiar with its owner and identified it immediately.
"Th-that’s... that’s Yin Yan’s head! He... he was killed?!"
A Golden Core Cultivator said, his composure shattered.
Before entering the Nine Marvels Small Realm, Yin Yan had been widely acknowledged as the strongest among them—a genius with peerless Swordsmanship who was on the verge of breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm.
To think he had died so quietly, without anyone even knowing.
A chill ran down everyone’s spines. They now had a terrifyingly profound understanding of the Evil God’s Power.
"He joined forces with a lesser god, thinking they could escape from me. I still caught up to them easily and twisted his head off."
Xiang Dingtian said,
"He was the first one to give me a minor injury, so I kept his head as a memento. Once I’ve killed you, I’ll be sure to preserve your head as well."
The moment he finished speaking, Xiang Dingtian’s figure vanished.
An instant later, he reappeared in front of Yang Jing, swinging his Treasure Mace toward Yang Jing’s chest with a savage grin.
He had said he wanted to preserve Yang Jing’s head, so he was careful to avoid it, lest he smash it to bits.
BOOM!
With a clap of thunder, Yang Jing also vanished, causing the mace to swing through empty air.
He reappeared instantly behind Xiang Dingtian, a brilliant thunder light crackling in his palm.
"Five Fire Divine Thunder!"
But this seemingly unavoidable palm strike also met with empty air.
Xiang Dingtian’s body suddenly vanished, reappearing several dozen yards away.
Yang Jing frowned at Xiang Dingtian, retracting the Five Fire Divine Thunder from his palm.
"Teleportation?"
In the instant Xiang Dingtian had vanished, he hadn’t detected any sign of an Escape Technique being activated—only a faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation of Divine Power.
"Correct. What you used was Thunder Escape, wasn’t it? I’m surprised it can match the speed of my teleportation over a short distance."
Although Xiang Dingtian’s words were complimentary, his expression was anything but pleased. He enjoyed powerful opponents, but not ones that were *too* powerful.
Yang Jing was a little too strong for his liking.
Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!
Use arrow keys (or A / D) to PREV/NEXT chapter