Perhaps It's a Powerful Move

Xie Wuxing's hand holding the sword trembled more violently behind his back, his expression quite solemn.

"No wonder the tyrannical Jiang is lawless and no one can do anything about it; he's actually a master himself!"

"May I ask which sect you hail from? If I knew which sect trained a scoundrel like you, I would certainly ascend the mountain to seek guidance."

Since he recognized Jiang Wang, the previous guesses made during his inquiry on Pinglan Street were no longer valid.

He was not an ordinary person entangled with a sect, nor a noble young master from a sect yet to embark on the path of cultivation, and certainly not a true seeker of immortality.

Jiang Wang's wickedness was extreme, and he had taken root in Hun City. If he were a seeker of immortality who had come from some mountain, such a situation would not have arisen. Apart from the Divine Capital and the locations of sects, where would cultivators stay at home to practice?

Or perhaps Jiang Wang was a bully even before he started cultivating, and this time he had returned home after seeking immortality, relying on his cultivation to commit all sorts of evil deeds.

The Sword Pavilion was supreme in Kutan. If such a scourge truly came from a Kutan sect, Xie Wuxing would have the right to clean house on their behalf.

Jiang Wang chuckled indifferently, "Just a rogue path of seeking knowledge up and down the long road of cultivation."

Xie Wuxing would never believe such a lie. There was no one in the world who could achieve great cultivation at such a young age solely through self-exploration.

He wondered, within the entirety of Kutan, how many people of his age could match him.

His teacher had once said that among his peers, he could already look down on Kutan, with the sole exception of a young lady surnamed Zhao. However, that young lady's whereabouts were mysterious, and no one knew which mountain she came from; perhaps she was not from Kutan.

Xie Wuxing had descended the mountain not only to seek immortality and subdue demons but also to meet that young lady surnamed Zhao, thereby establishing himself as the foremost young cultivator in Kutan.

He hadn't expected to encounter the tyrannical Jiang Wang instead of meeting the young lady surnamed Zhao.

But since his teacher had said that only the young lady surnamed Zhao among all the young cultivators in Kutan could suppress him, regardless of whether he was convinced or not, Jiang Wang could not possibly have the ability to defeat him.

Just as he was about to draw his sword again, Jiang Wang suddenly called out, "Let's fight somewhere else. Don't ruin my house."

Xie Wuxing's objective was to kill the wicked Jiang Wang, and he did not wish to implicate the innocent, so he did not refuse the suggestion. He suspended himself in the air and said indifferently, "Find a good place for yourself. Consider it a reward for being able to spar with me. Choose your burial place carefully."

Jiang Wang did not retort, as he had just realized he couldn't fly.

If Xie Wuxing flew away directly, and he was still running on the road, it would be too embarrassing.

"Birdie... Night Roaming God! Help me out!"

The Night Roaming God's displeased voice echoed, "You call me nicely when you need help. If you call me 'Birdie' again, don't expect me to help you."

Jiang Wang, able to bend and stretch, said, "I promise!"

"I'll trust you this once." The Night Roaming God flapped its wings in the Divine Kingdom, and Jiang Wang's body shot up into the air.

He envied cultivators the most for their ability to fly. Experiencing it for the first time now, he was quite excited.

It was like a bird flapping its wings, and like a frog kicking its legs...

The green-robed and white-robed cultivators were stunned.

Xiaoyu clutched the Old Butler's sleeve, bewildered, "What's wrong with Young Master?"

The Old Butler's mouth twitched, and he chuckled awkwardly, "Perhaps it's some powerful technique."

Ning Shisi felt the same, watching Jiang Wang making various poses in mid-air with great seriousness, as if he wanted to learn something.

Shu Ni put her hand to her forehead. She found Jiang Wang to be extremely eccentric.

Having experienced flying with Qi for the first time herself, she had similar awkward moments. However, Jiang Wang, who appeared frail yet possessed great strength, always acted like a complete novice. She couldn't believe it was Jiang Wang's first time flying.

She naturally assumed that Jiang Wang was having an episode.

Xie Wuxing was also astonished.

He almost fell from mid-air.

The tyrannical acts might be bizarre, and his mind might be flawed, but it didn't seem like a normal flaw.

Jiang Wang slowly came back to his senses.

Looking at Xie Wuxing and the varied expressions of the people below, his face was flushed, a rare sight.

He had thought it would be embarrassing not being able to fly, but now it was even more embarrassing.

He immediately coughed lightly and said very seriously, "Warm-up is over, let's fight!"

With that, he flew straight out of the Marquis Mansion.

Xie Wuxing followed closely behind.

The two cultivators in green robes reacted and quickly followed.

Watching Ning Shisi rush out of the Marquis Mansion, Shu Ni reached out to Xiaoyu and flew away with her.

The Old Butler stood still, his expression slightly solemn.

Just then, Zhao Si walked over unsteadily and asked, "What happened?"

On Qixia Street.

Jiang Wang landed at a ruin that had already been partially demolished by the Garrison Headquarters.

Xie Wuxing surveyed the surroundings and said with a faint smile, "Is this the place you chose?"

Jiang Wang stretched his arms, limbered up his muscles, and clenched the Long Night Saber, saying, "I hope you can give me a satisfying fight."

Both Cai Tanggu and Tan Lao Liu were essentially crushed, and Jiang Wang also really wanted to experience a real battle.

Xie Wuxing's gaze narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Although I don't want to admit it, among my peers, you are indeed the first person who has made me want to fight seriously. If it weren't for your villainous behavior, I really wouldn't want to kill you."

Jiang Wang frowned. The atmosphere had already reached this point, so he couldn't be bothered to ask what "villainous behavior" meant. He took the initiative to draw his saber, and the power of the Divine Kingdom condensed, causing the Long Night Saber to emit a chilling aura.

Xie Wuxing pointed his sword at Jiang Wang, his River Stream Sword Intent filling the area. The two forces collided, and explosions occasionally erupted in the air. Wind kicked up dust on the flat ground, and the ruined land became obscured by haze.

The green-robed and white-robed cultivators standing in the distance felt the changes in the energy within the arena and thought it was terrifying.

If they were any closer, their bodies could be torn apart by the mere aura alone.

Ning Shisi might have been able to hold on for a while, but his identity as a Martial Artist only gave him that much of an advantage; it couldn't change the final outcome.

Shu Ni placed a hand on Xiaoyu's shoulder, her voice trembling slightly as she said, "I imagined Jiang Wang might be strong, but I didn't expect him to be this strong. That guy in white is one thing; after all, he's a true disciple of the Sword God. But if Jiang Wang hasn't joined any major sect, how did he cultivate to this level?"

The two green-robed cultivators who heard this fell silent in tacit understanding.

They felt that Mr. Jiang, a dignified Great Immortal, was only displaying a fraction of his power at the moment. Even if Xie Wuxing had a deep background and high cultivation, what was he in front of a true Immortal?

Having followed Jiang Wang for a while, their thoughts had subtly changed. Although they knew Xie Wuxing's identity, it still filled them with dread, but that was all.

Considering that the entire Kutan, and even cultivators from other realms of the Sui Kingdom, revered the Sword Pavilion to the utmost because of the Sword God's name, how could they revere anyone more than an Immortal?

The green-robed cultivator looked at the white-robed one and asked, "How many moves do you think Mr. Jiang will need to defeat him?"

The white-robed cultivator replied, "If Mr. Jiang doesn't intend to end it directly, that person should be able to last two or three moves."

The green-robed cultivator then said, "But I think, even if Mr. Jiang isn't serious, he'll only need one move to win."

The white-robed cultivator nodded, "Indeed, indeed."

Ning Shisi looked bewildered and interjected, "Are you serious? Although Mr. Jiang is indeed very strong, his opponent is still a true disciple of the Sword God. Aren't your words a bit too exaggerated?"

The green-robed cultivator looked at him with disdain, as if to say, What do you know?

Xie Wuxing's brows were tightly furrowed.

Seeing Jiang Wang's relaxed demeanor opposite him, he realized that Jiang Wang was even stronger than he had guessed.

He flicked his wrist, and the sound of the sword was pleasant, filling the ruins with a desolate and murderous aura.

Dark clouds surged, like a cascading waterfall, dotted with stars, making the night sky a magnificent sight.

Xie Wuxing raised his arm, and the sword edge swept down from above.

Like a small stream converging into a river, the Qi of heaven and earth poured down, washing away the dark clouds until they were clear and pure. It was like a giant wave carrying an angry roar, charging fiercely towards Jiang Wang.

"River Stream Sword Intent!"

In the Marquis Mansion, he had only used his sword intent to pressure others. This was the true River Stream Sword Intent.

Never mind that the Night Roaming God described Xie Wuxing as only learning a fraction of it; the scene that unfolded did not look like he had only learned a fraction at all.

The entire Qixia Street was shaking.

The aura that struck like a surging tide made Jiang Wang's blood boil. He repeatedly clenched the saber in his hand. Although he really wanted to create a grand spectacle, he only knew how to unleash the power of the Divine Kingdom and had no idea how to do it.

How enviable.

Thinking about how it would feel more satisfying to resolve such a grand attack so effortlessly.

He swung his saber at the sword intent.

It was like a battle between darkness and light.

But this time, Jiang Wang couldn't shatter the sword intent with overwhelming force. The two powers clashed, neither giving way, and for a short time, neither showed signs of weakening.

Xie Wuxing was secretly shocked.

In the entire Sword Pavilion, apart from his teacher and his martial uncle, who had grasped the River Stream Sword Intent to about fifty to sixty percent, his own comprehension was the highest. Few among his peers could contend with his sword intent.

He never expected a villain from Hun City to be his equal!

Where did this monster come from?

His teacher probably didn't even know of his existence.

Xie Wuxing's fighting spirit was ignited.

He momentarily forgot about Jiang Wang's "villainous" nature, only thinking about how he could defeat him.

His eyes shone with dazzling brilliance.

His entire being was like a sheathed sword, finally drawn from its scabbard, revealing its true form to the world.

The waterfall formed by the inverted sea of clouds gradually condensed into a sword standing between heaven and earth. Forget Hun City; perhaps half of Kutan could see this sight.

If the giant sword hadn't tilted and begun to fall towards the ground, and if this scene had continued for a while longer, ordinary cultivators might have mistaken it for an omen of Immortals Descending.

Jiang Wang's eyes once again showed envy.

This scene was too magnificent.

Compared to Xie Wuxing, Cai Tanggu and Tan Lao Liu's techniques were utterly pathetic.

This was what a true cultivator should look like.

Jiang Wang calmed his racing heart and still adopted the most ordinary stance, channeling all the power of the Divine Kingdom. A dark, cold light erupted from the Long Night Saber, shooting straight into the sky!