What Might Be a Powerful Move

Xie Wuxing held his sword-bearing hand behind his back, trembling even more violently, his expression exceedingly grave.

No wonder the Jiang tyrant had preyed upon the countryside unchecked. So he himself was actually an expert!

"May I ask which sect you inherited your teachings from? If I learn which mountain sect raised an evil thief like you, I will certainly go up that mountain and seek instruction."

Now that Jiang Wang was indeed Jiang Wang, all the previous guesses made while investigating Pinglan Street could no longer stand.

He was neither an ordinary man entangled with a sect, nor a sect's young master who had yet to embark upon the path of cultivation, much less a true seeker of immortality.

Jiang Wang's crimes were too numerous to record, and he had entrenched himself in Hun City. If he had come here from some mountain as a seeker of immortality, there would not have been such a situation. Aside from the Divine Capital and places where sects were located, what cultivator merely stayed home to cultivate?

Or perhaps Jiang Wang had already been a tyrant before cultivating, and had only happened to return home after seeking immortality this time, relying on his cultivation to commit every evil imaginable.

The Sword Pavilion stood supreme in Kutan. If a Kutan sect had truly produced such a scourge, Xie Wuxing was qualified to clean house on its behalf.

Jiang Wang smiled calmly. "I'm merely a wild-path wanderer, searching high and low along the long road of cultivation."

How could Xie Wuxing believe such a lie? There was no one in this world who could attain great cultivation at such a young age through self-exploration alone.

He wondered how many people in all of Kutan, at this age, could possibly rival him.

His teacher had once said that among his peers, he could look down proudly upon all of Kutan, with only one young lady surnamed Zhao excluded from that claim. Yet that young lady's whereabouts were elusive, and no one knew which mountain she came from. Perhaps she was not even from Kutan.

Apart from seeking immortality and slaying demons during his descent from the mountain, Xie Wuxing had hoped to encounter that young lady surnamed Zhao and thereby cement his title as the foremost cultivator among Kutan's younger generation.

He had not encountered that young lady Zhao, yet a tyrant named Jiang Wang had appeared instead.

But since his teacher had said that among all Kutan's young cultivators, only the young lady Zhao could surpass him, then regardless of whether he accepted it or not, Jiang Wang could not possibly have the ability to defeat him.

Just as he was about to strike again, Jiang Wang suddenly called a halt. "Let's change locations to fight. Don't wreck my house."

Xie Wuxing intended to execute the evil Jiang Wang and did not wish to implicate innocents, so he did not reject the proposal. His body floated into the air as he said blandly, "Go and find yourself a proper place. Consider it a reward for being able to trade moves with me. Choose your burial ground well."

Jiang Wang did not argue, because he had realized that he could not fly.

If Xie Wuxing simply flew away while he had to run along the road, that would be far too embarrassing.

"Bird... great Night Roaming God! Hurry and help me out!"

The Night Roaming God's displeased voice came. "You sure know how to call me nicely when you need a favor. Call me bird again in the future, and don't expect me to help you."

Jiang Wang could bend and stretch as circumstances demanded. "I promise!"

"I'll believe you this once." The Night Roaming God spread his wings within the Divine Kingdom, and Jiang Wang's body rose into the air.

What he envied most about cultivators was their ability to fly. Experiencing it for the first time now, he was immensely excited.

Like a bird, he flapped his wings; like a frog, he kicked his legs...

The Green-robed Cultivator and White-robed Cultivator both stared dumbfounded.

Xiaoyu tugged at Old Butler's sleeve and asked blankly, "What is Young Master doing?"

Old Butler's mouth twitched as he forced out a smile. "Perhaps it's some powerful move."

Ning Shisi felt the same way. He watched Jiang Wang, who was striking all manner of poses in midair, with great seriousness, as though trying to learn something.

Shu Ni held her forehead. She felt that Jiang Wang was truly strange to the extreme.

When she had first ridden Qi to fly, she had behaved similarly. Yet Jiang Wang looked frail and weak while actually possessing formidable strength, and he always acted like a complete novice. She simply could not believe that this was Jiang Wang's first time flying.

Naturally, she assumed that Jiang Wang's illness had acted up.

Xie Wuxing was stunned as well.

He nearly fell from midair.

The tyrant's conduct might be incomprehensible, and there might be a hole in his brain, but it seemed not to be an ordinary hole.

Jiang Wang slowly came back to his senses.

Seeing the varied expressions on Xie Wuxing and the people below, his face rarely flushed red.

He had thought not being able to fly would be embarrassing. He had not expected this to be even more embarrassing.

He immediately cleared his throat and said in a very serious tone, "The warm-up is over. Come, fight!"

With that, he flew straight out of the marquis's residence.

Xie Wuxing followed close behind.

The two Green-robed Cultivators came to their senses and hurried after them.

As Ning Shisi ran out of the marquis's residence, Shu Ni reached out to Xiaoyu and took her flying away.

Old Butler remained where he was, his expression only slightly grave.

At that moment, Zhao Si came swaying over and asked in confusion, "What happened?"

On Qixia Street.

Jiang Wang landed amid ruins that had already been partially demolished by the Garrison Headquarters.

Xie Wuxing looked around and said with a faint smile, "This is the place you chose?"

Jiang Wang stretched his arms, loosened his muscles a little, gripped the Long Night Saber tightly, and said, "I hope you can give me a satisfying fight."

Whether it had been Cai Tanggu or Tan Lao Liu, both fights had essentially been overwhelming victories. Jiang Wang also wanted to experience a genuine battle.

Xie Wuxing's gaze narrowed slightly as he said in a low voice, "Though I am unwilling to admit it, among my peers, you are indeed the first person to make me wish to fight seriously. If not for your tyrannical deeds, I truly would not want to kill you."

Jiang Wang frowned. The atmosphere had already reached this point, so he could not be bothered to ask what this tyrant business was about. He took the initiative, raising his saber as the power of the Divine Kingdom gathered, causing the Long Night Saber to emit piercingly cold air.

Xie Wuxing pointed his sword at Jiang Wang. River Stream Sword Intent filled the area, and the two forces collided. Explosive booms rang out from time to time in the air, while wind swept dust from the ground, shrouding the ruins in a hazy blur.

Standing at a distance, the Green-robed Cultivator and White-robed Cultivator sensed the changes in the aura between the two and only felt terror beyond measure.

If they came any closer, the mere pressure of the aura might tear their bodies apart.

Ning Shisi might be able to endure for a while, but being a martial artist could only grant him that small advantage. It could not change the final outcome at all.

Shu Ni pressed a hand on Xiaoyu's shoulder, her voice trembling slightly as she said, "I imagined Jiang Wang might be strong, but I never expected him to be this strong. That fellow in fluttering white robes is one thing, since he is the Sword God's direct disciple, but if Jiang Wang has not joined some great sect, how did he cultivate to such a realm?"

Hearing this, the two Green-robed Cultivators tacitly remained silent.

They felt that Mr. Jiang, a grand immortal, was only displaying the tip of the iceberg at this moment. Even if Xie Wuxing had a profound background and lofty cultivation, what did that amount to before a true immortal?

Having followed Jiang Wang for a while, their thoughts had gradually changed without their noticing. Though learning Xie Wuxing's identity had still frightened them greatly, that was all.

They thought of how cultivators throughout Kutan, and even the other realms of the Sui Kingdom, revered the Sword Pavilion to the utmost because of the Sword God's name. But how could they revere it more than an immortal?

The Green-robed Cultivator looked at the White-robed Cultivator and asked, "How many moves do you think Mr. Jiang will need to defeat him?"

The White-robed Cultivator said, "If Mr. Jiang does not intend to end things immediately, that man should be able to endure two or three moves."

The Green-robed Cultivator said, "But I think that even if Mr. Jiang does not get serious, one move will be enough to win."

The White-robed Cultivator nodded. "Exactly, exactly."

Ning Shisi revealed a thoroughly bewildered expression and chimed in, "Are you serious? Although Mr. Jiang is indeed very strong, his opponent is ultimately the Sword God's direct disciple. Aren't you exaggerating too much?"

The Green-robed Cultivator looked at him contemptuously, as if saying, What the hell do you know?

Xie Wuxing's brows knit tightly.

Seeing Jiang Wang's relaxed manner across from him, he realized that Jiang Wang was even stronger than he had guessed.

He lightly shook his wrist. The sword rang pleasantly, and the ruins became suffused with a desolate, killing chill.

Dark clouds swept across the sky like a cascading waterfall. Stars dotted the heavens, lending the night sky a magnificent splendor.

Xie Wuxing raised his arm and swung his sword downward from above.

Like a brook converging into a river, the Qi between heaven and earth poured down. The dark clouds were washed away, clear and pure, like colossal waves carrying furious roars as they crashed fiercely toward Jiang Wang.

River Stream Sword Intent!

Within the marquis's residence, he had merely used sword intent to suppress others. This was the true River Stream Sword Intent.

Putting aside the Night Roaming God's claim that Xie Wuxing had only learned the surface of it, no matter how much of that surface he had learned, the sight before them looked nothing like a mere superficial grasp.

All of Qixia Street trembled.

The aura crashing down like raging waves caused Jiang Wang's blood to boil. He repeatedly tightened his grip on the saber. Though he dearly wanted to create a grand spectacle as well, he only knew how to release the power of the Divine Kingdom and had no idea how to do so.

It really made one envious.

He thought that casually dissolving such a mighty attack might feel even more satisfying to onlookers.

He swung his saber at the sword intent.

It was like a clash between darkness and light.

Yet this time, Jiang Wang could not directly shatter the sword intent with the force of withered wood and rotten branches. The two powers collided and refused to yield to one another, and for a short time, neither showed signs of decline.

Xie Wuxing was secretly shocked.

In the entire Sword Pavilion, apart from his teacher and an uncle-master who had comprehended River Stream Sword Intent to fifty or sixty percent mastery, he possessed the deepest understanding of it. Among his peers in the sect, few could contend with his sword intent.

He had never expected a tyrant from Hun City to be evenly matched with him!

Where in the world had this monster come from?

Perhaps even his teacher was unaware of his existence.

Xie Wuxing's fighting spirit was roused.

For the moment, he forgot the "fact" that Jiang Wang was a tyrant and thought only of defeating him.

A dazzling radiance shone in his eyes.

He was like a sword hidden within its scabbard, restrained and contained, finally leaving the scabbard at this moment to reveal its true face to the world.

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

Had the giant sword not tilted and smashed toward the ground, if this scene had lasted a little longer, ordinary cultivators might have mistaken it for an omen of Immortals Descend.

Jiang Wang once again revealed an envious look.

This scene was far too spectacular.

Compared to Xie Wuxing, Cai Tanggu and Tan Lao Liu's methods were simply weak beyond belief.

This was what a true cultivator ought to be like.

Jiang Wang soothed his racing heart, still assuming the most ordinary stance as he drew out all the power of the Divine Kingdom. Black, icy light burst from the Long Night Saber and shot straight into the heavens!