Unrestricted Dao Lord

To Sikong Shuang, the death of Jiang Taizhen was her shame.

The Elder had sent her to protect Jiang Taizhen.

She was, in effect, Jiang Taizhen’s Guardian.

In the end, however, Jiang Taizhen had died at Zhang Su’s hands.

Sikong Shuang was severely punished by the Elder.

She had never forgotten this shame.

Today, she finally had her chance to wash that shame away.

As for Zhang Su’s sudden leap in strength, Sikong Shuang was not afraid.

’No matter how strong he is, he’s only an Inner Force Martial Artist. He might have assassinated He Feng with a surprise attack, but I am not He Feng. Zhang Su’s Wind and Thunder Sword Technique is fast, yes, but it’s useless against me.’ Sikong Shuang was absolutely confident about this.

"As you wish..."

The moment Zhang Su finished speaking, he moved.

The Cold Frost Sword in his hand began to hum with the faint sound of wind and thunder.

It was the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique again!

Moreover, it was the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique, infused with Divine Intent.

Its speed was simply unbelievable.

The fact that it could kill He Feng with a single slash to the throat was a testament to its speed.

Jiang Taizhen had also died to this very strike.

CLANG...

But this time, Zhang Su’s strike failed.

His unfailing Wind and Thunder Sword Technique, even empowered by Divine Intent, had missed its mark.

Sikong Shuang had swung her longspear, forming an impenetrable defense around herself.

No matter how fast Zhang Su’s Wind and Thunder Sword Technique was, it could not pierce the defense of Sikong Shuang’s spear.

This was the source of her confidence.

But Zhang Su was not limited to a single strike.

CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG.

Dozens of strikes followed in quick succession.

The air seemed to fill with a storm of afterimages from his blade.

Each one hummed faintly with the sound of wind and thunder.

Each afterimage moved with ultimate speed.

Yet, Sikong Shuang’s longspear was like the most impenetrable of fortresses.

She blocked Zhang Su’s sword time and time again.

Clearly, the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique was indeed useless against Sikong Shuang.

Even with the addition of Divine Intent.

After exchanging dozens of moves with Sikong Shuang, Zhang Su understood why she was ranked third on the Guiyuan Sect’s Huajin bounty list.

The reason was simple: Sikong Shuang was incredibly strong.

Far stronger than He Feng.

There were gaps in power even among Huajin masters.

Vast gaps, even.

He Feng was similar to Xie Guanchao.

Their Body Techniques were certainly fast.

But aside from their speed, their true combat strength was far inferior to Sikong Shuang’s.

If they didn’t flee and fought her head-on, the two of them combined could not defeat Sikong Shuang.

"Sikong Shuang, your Spear Technique has reached a level of Mastery. It’s difficult indeed to kill you with a Fast Sword. In that case, let’s see whose power is greater—your Cold Ice Force, or my Great Three Yang Power?"

Zhang Su was experiencing the unique nature of battling a Huajin master for the first time.

’Exquisite techniques are useless. A direct clash of force, overwhelming them with raw power—that’s the best way to deal with a Huajin master.’

And Zhang Su had more than just a Fast Sword.

When it came to explosive power, Zhang Su was by no means weak!

The next moment, Zhang Su’s sword style changed.

He switched from the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique to the Twelve Layers Tower Killing Sword.

Without hesitation, he also mobilized the Great Three Yang Power within him.

RUMBLE.

His Twelve Layers of Internal Strength erupted as well.

Combined with his Great Three Yang Power, this strike from Zhang Su was immensely powerful, slamming directly onto the shaft of Sikong Shuang’s spear.

BANG.

A dull thud echoed.

Sikong Shuang felt a tremor run through her entire body.

’What? This power...’

A storm raged in Sikong Shuang’s heart.

’This power... it far exceeds my expectations.’

Sikong Shuang had no intention of being a sitting duck.

With a flick of her wrist, she thrust her longspear straight at Zhang Su.

There’s a saying: an inch of length is an inch of strength.

One armed with a spear, the other a sword, they were now locked in a ferocious, head-on clash.

Zhang Su’s Great Three Yang Power was Extreme Yang, making it incredibly fierce.

Sikong Shuang’s Cold Ice Force, the unique Inner Force of the Ghost Water Peak lineage, was bone-chillingly cold—the polar opposite of Zhang Su’s Extreme Yang Great Three Yang Power.

With the added eruption of Zhang Su’s Twelve Layers of Internal Strength, Zhang Su was reminded of his battle with Wei Yunzhou in the arena.

That same exhilarating feeling was back.

One strike, two strikes, three strikes...

With every strike, Zhang Su gave his all.

Sikong Shuang likewise put her full power into every thrust.

With each exchange, she felt a violent shock reverberate through her body.

However, she was far stronger than Wei Yunzhou.

She withstood three strikes.

But by the fourth strike, the hand Sikong Shuang used to grip her spear trembled slightly.

Then came the fifth strike, the sixth, the seventh...

The advantage of Zhang Su’s Pure Yang Nine Combinations Divine Skill slowly began to show.

Not only was his Great Three Yang Power incredibly fierce and immensely potent, but his Inner Strength was also exceptionally deep.

Zhang Su had only just broken through to the Inner Force realm, yet the depth of his Inner Strength was in no way inferior to Sikong Shuang, a Huajin master.

By the tenth strike, Zhang Su’s sword style changed again.

Once again, the faint sound of wind and thunder emerged.

SWISH.

This strike was too fast.

He unleashed the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique at the exact moment Sikong Shuang felt her strength failing.

This sudden change made it impossible for Sikong Shuang to defend.

She tried to raise her spear to block.

But this time, she was too slow.

In an instant, Zhang Su’s Cold Frost Sword slid across Sikong Shuang’s throat.

Sikong Shuang’s entire body went rigid.

Her hands still gripped the jet-black longspear.

But she could no longer wield it.

Eleven strikes!

It took Zhang Su a full eleven strikes to kill Sikong Shuang.

Sikong Shuang was, without a doubt, the strongest opponent Zhang Su had ever faced.

She was worthy of her third-place rank on the Huajin bounty list.

Sikong Shuang’s reputation was well-deserved.

Yet, such a powerful, top-tier Huajin master now lay dead at Zhang Su’s hands.

THUD.

Sikong Shuang crumpled to the ground.

She was dead.

Her death was different from He Feng’s.

He Feng had died from Zhang Su’s sneak attack, a rather undignified end.

Sikong Shuang, however, had been cut down by Zhang Su in a head-on battle of eleven strikes.

At that moment, the faces of Zhao Yan and the four other Inner Force Martial Artists from the Five Elements Sect went deathly pale.

They could never have imagined it—how could two great Huajin masters like He Feng and Sikong Shuang be dead?

And at the hands of Zhang Su, no less.

"Run!"

Zhao Yan’s first instinct was to run.

But the sound of wind and thunder rang out, and with it, they fell one by one to his sword.

Within a few breaths, Zhang Su had killed Zhao Yan and the other four.

Then, everything fell silent.

Only corpses littered the ground, and the thick stench of blood hung in the air.

Everyone stared at the scene, speechless for a long, long time.

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