Half-step Shattering!

Half-step Shattering!

Wang Ritain's earth-shattering sword strike had badly wounded three of the Martial Slaves.

A deafening roar of discussion erupted. The warriors gazed at Wang Ritain with awe in their eyes.

They could no longer see Wang Ritain as an ordinary warrior. Instead, they began to compare him to the long-established powerhouses of the martial world.

"This Wang Ritain is simply defying heaven! He badly wounded three Martial Slaves with a single strike. With strength like that, he must have surpassed the average Great Grandmaster." An elderly white-haired man spoke with a trembling voice, his eyes full of shock and awe.

"Indeed. With strength like that, he could easily carve out a place for himself in the martial world."

Yu Xinlang stood atop the pavilion and had witnessed Wang Ritain's sword strike with his own eyes. His hands trembled slightly. The long sword in his grasp felt as heavy as a thousand catties, and he no longer had the strength to draw it. He gazed at Wang Ritain, his heart filled with a sense of defeat. He had once believed his swordsmanship had reached its peak, and that he was unmatched among warriors of the same realm. Yet after seeing Wang Ritain's sword techniques today, he finally understood that the gap between them was like the distance between heaven and earth.

"Master, Wang Ritain's sword techniques are truly terrifying. Your disciple doesn't even have the courage to draw his sword in front of him." Yu Xinlang turned to look at Wang Xianzhi beside him, his voice tinged with helplessness and dejection.

Wang Xianzhi nodded slightly, a complicated look flashing in his eyes. "The swordsmanship Wang Ritain displayed has reached the pinnacle of the martial world. If he truly created this sword technique himself, his talent is enough to rival that of Ancestor Lu." Wang Xianzhi spoke slowly, his voice filled with amazement.

Yu Xinlang was stunned. Ancestor Lu was a legendary figure in the martial world, whose talent was unmatched. If Wang Ritain really could rival Ancestor Lu, then his future would be limitless.

"Master, do you mean... Wang Ritain created his sword technique himself?" Yu Xinlang asked in surprise.

Wang Xianzhi narrowed his eyes slightly and pondered for a moment before answering, "I can't be certain, but judging by his sword techniques, it's quite likely. However, his realm is still too low. Defeating these three Martial Slaves was probably the limit of what he could do."

Yu Xinlang nodded, agreeing with his master. He looked at the remaining Martial Slaves and thought to himself that they were even stronger than the ones who had already fought. It would be no easy feat for Wang Ritain to defeat them.

Wang Ritain looked at the remaining Martial Slaves, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes. "Your strength has disappointed me. I hope tomorrow you can give me a few surprises." With that, he turned and slowly walked down from the pavilion.

The people of the martial world watched Wang Ritain's departing figure, their hearts full of emotion. "Wang Ritain is so terrifyingly strong. It's no wonder the Xuanyuan Family was thrown into chaos by him."

"True, but he's still only a Great Grandmaster. The strongest of the Twelve Martial Slaves hasn't even made a move yet. Maybe he only won today because he was already at the end of his strength."

"I think he's leaving because he's in a hurry to go back and recuperate. He's all show and no substance."

Everyone discussed Wang Ritain's strength, at once astonished and doubtful. They all wondered whether he could keep creating miracles.

Wang Ritain paid no attention to their discussion. He returned to the center of the arena and slowly sat cross-legged. Closing his eyes, he sank his consciousness into the system. After this battle, his Prestige Points had soared, filling him with delight. Without hesitation, he exchanged them for cultivation. A powerful force instantly surged into his body.

"Boom!" Wang Ritain felt as though a bomb had exploded inside him, a powerful force rampaging through his body. In that moment, his realm broke through all the way to Half-step Shattering. As his realm advanced, his physique grew even stronger, and a faint glow shimmered beneath his skin. The invisible sword qi within him also surged several times in power, as if it could burst out of his body at any moment.

After a night passed, Wang Ritain slowly opened his eyes. He rose to his feet, sword qi streaming from him. The air around him seemed to be sliced apart by blades, making a hissing sound. Those nearby felt the sword qi and hurriedly retreated in terror, afraid it would injure them.

The people of the martial world who had waited here all night perked up when they saw Wang Ritain move. Their eyes brimmed with anticipation and excitement. They all wanted to know what kind of surprise Wang Ritain would bring them today.

Wang Xianzhi and Yu Xinlang watched quietly from a distance. Their eyes, too, were full of anticipation. They wanted to see just how strong Wang Ritain had become after breaking through.

Wang Ritain leaped into the air and arrived atop the pavilion in the blink of an eye, like a bolt of lightning. He gazed at the eight Martial Slaves who had yet to be defeated, a flash of excitement in his eyes. "Come at me together," Wang Ritain said calmly, his voice brimming with confidence.

The Martial Slaves looked at Wang Ritain with grave expressions. They knew how powerful he was and didn't dare let their guard down. All but the Martial Slave with the zither and the one holding a feather fan circulated their true qi at the same time. The blade of the saber-wielding Martial Slave glinted coldly, as if ready to cut Wang Ritain down. The spearman pointed his spearhead at Wang Ritain, the shaft trembling with a humming sound. The Martial Slave who fought with fists clenched both hands, the veins bulging as if they held boundless power.

The true qi of the six Martial Slaves stirred the air around them in an instant. Everyone in Wudi City felt a tremendous pressure bearing down on them, making it hard to move. Even a somewhat weaker Heaven's Phenomenon Realm expert would have to take such a display seriously.

Wang Ritain looked at the six Martial Slaves before him and smiled. "You're much stronger than the ones from yesterday. But it's still not enough. Today, I'll perform a sword strike for you to appreciate." With that, Wang Ritain slowly drew his long sword.

In an instant, an extreme sword intent appeared once more. It was even more terrifying than yesterday, as if it could tear the entire world apart. Those watching from afar felt as though countless sharp swords were piercing their bodies, leaving them in unbearable pain. Their hearts filled with fear.

"Wang Ritain seems even stronger than he was yesterday!"

"Indeed, how did he manage that?"

The people of the martial world discussed it among themselves, their eyes full of shock. They could hardly believe Wang Ritain's strength had improved so much in just one night.

The long sword in Wang Ritain's hand swept slowly through the air. Blasts of sword qi gathered above Wudi City. They seemed almost tangible, radiating a chill. Wang Ritain took a deep breath, then unleashed Sword Twenty-Two.