The World Was Shaken!

The World Was Shaken!

Wang Ritian slowly drew his sword. In an instant, endless sword energy surged from around him, like the power of a demon god unleashed from the depths of hell. The sword energy darted about like nimble dragons, converging and churning the surroundings into chaos. Gales howled, sand and stones flew, and the clear blue sky was instantly obscured by the dense sword energy, growing dark and oppressive. Even a legendary Great Celestial Phenomenon expert exerting their full strength could hardly match this might. In all of Wudi City, it seemed only Wang Xianzhi himself could conjure such a shocking spectacle.

Standing atop the pavilion and witnessing the scene, Yu Xinlang's eyes flew wide, filled with terror, as if he had beheld the most horrifying sight in the world. "Th-this is... the Sword of Man and Heaven!" he murmured, his voice full of shock and reverence. In his understanding, such transcendent swordsmanship was beyond the reach of ordinary swordsmen. Only a sword immortal at the Land Immortal level could possibly wield such terrifying sword intent.

Wang Xianzhi was equally shaken by Wang Ritian's strike. His face, usually as calm as still water, now rippled with surprise. "I was wrong about him," he said quietly, a trace of emotion in his voice. He knew that if Wang Ritian's cultivation were high enough, this single strike alone would be enough to move him. "In a few years, this young man will be able to face me head-on." An unusual light flickered in Wang Xianzhi's eyes, as if he were watching an unparalleled expert on the rise.

Sword energy grew ever denser over Wudi City, like heavy storm clouds pressing down until people could hardly breathe. The six Martial Slaves stood opposite Wang Ritian, feeling a mountain of pressure bearing down on them. Their scalps prickled, and for the first time, they lost confidence in their chances against him. Fear showed in their eyes.

"We can't just sit here and wait to die!" the Spear-wielding Martial Slave shouted, striking first. He swung his spear like a roaring dragon, its overwhelming force unleashing a sky full of spear shadows that engulfed Wang Ritian. Their points glinted coldly, each one carrying a deadly intent.

The other Martial Slaves followed suit. The Saber-wielding Martial Slave wielded his saber in a blur of flashing light, as if to chop Wang Ritian to pieces. The Fist-wielding Martial Slave gathered all his strength into his fists, his punches whipping up a wind that seemed capable of tearing space apart. The Martial Slaves who practiced Mystic Arts each unleashed their strongest techniques, hoping to interrupt Wang Ritian as he gathered power. Their eyes burned with determination, as if they were fighting for their lives.

Watching the six Martial Slaves attack, Wang Ritian showed not the slightest fear. Instead, he threw back his head and laughed. His laughter rang through the gale, full of boldness. "Excellent!" he shouted, then thrust both hands down.

In an instant, the sword energy over half of Wudi City crashed down like ten thousand swords unleashed at once, blotting out the sky. Carrying the force to destroy heaven and earth, it instantly swallowed the six Martial Slaves. The terrifying sight left the onlookers weak-kneed; many collapsed straight to the ground. Even the Great Grandmasters and Grandmasters trembled, fear flooding their hearts.

After wreaking havoc, the sword energy gradually dissipated. The six Martial Slaves were left riddled with wounds, blood pouring from their bodies. Their eyes were filled with despair and resentment. With a single move, Wang Ritian had utterly defeated them. The crowd stared at the scene, too shocked for words.

"H-how is this possible?" a young martial artist stammered, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Wang Ritian's strength is terrifying!" an experienced figure from the martial world murmured, stunned.

Yu Xinlang gazed at Wang Ritian, utterly overcome. "This young man truly is the nightmare of his generation," he said with a sigh, his eyes full of helplessness and admiration.

Wang Ritian glanced at the six defeated Martial Slaves and gave a slight nod. "You managed to withstand half a move of my Sword Twenty-Two. You've got some skill—you're worthy opponents." His voice was not loud, yet it rang in everyone's ears like a great bell.

The crowd was even more astonished. If merely withstanding half a move of Wang Ritian's Sword Twenty-Two earned such praise, just how terrifying was the technique's power?

Wang Ritian turned his gaze to the two remaining Martial Slaves, excitement glimmering in his eyes. "I'll give you time to recover from your injuries. Once you're well, have all Twelve Martial Slaves come at me together. Today, I, Wang Ritian, want to see just how strong the twelve of you are. And I won't restrict the methods you use." His voice was firm and confident, as if proclaiming his power to all of Wudi City.

At first, the people of the martial world thought Wang Ritian's words were pure arrogance. But once they'd recovered from their shock, they had to admit that given the strength he had just displayed, he might truly be capable of standing against the Twelve Martial Slaves.

Having finished speaking, Wang Ritian slowly sheathed his sword and turned to leave. In the light of the setting sun, his figure looked especially solitary, yet it carried an irresistible strength.

Wang Ritian returned to his quarters, paying no attention to the commotion outside. He sat quietly in his room and opened the system panel. Watching the Prestige Points tick upward, he smiled. He had earned more Prestige Points today than ever before, and they were just enough to break through to the next realm.

Without hesitation, Wang Ritian converted all his Prestige Points. In an instant, a powerful surge of true qi burst from his dantian and coursed through his body like a raging tide. He felt as though he were filled with immense power, every cell in his body rejoicing.

Boom! A thunderous sound rang out within Wang Ritian as he successfully broke through to the Vajra Realm. Golden light shimmered around him, making him look like a Buddha descended into the world. This was an auspicious sign unique to the Great Vajra Realm, and Wang Ritian's strength multiplied more than tenfold in that instant. Now, if he faced the Martial Slaves again, he wouldn't even need to use Sword Twenty-Two to defeat them with ease.

Wang Ritian's astonishing victories struck the world like a bomb, raising a storm of upheaval. In a single day, he had defeated the city's gathered fighters; the next, he had climbed the tower and defeated four Martial Slaves; and the day after that, he had defeated six. Such a glorious record brought his prestige to its peak. The world was shaken, and countless people spoke of his deeds.

"Wang Ritian is truly a hero of our age!" an eminent martial arts elder said with deep emotion.

"Indeed. His arrival is sure to stir the martial world once more," another elder agreed.

The younger generation of martial artists were even more stunned when they heard of Wang Ritian's deeds. In their eyes, he had become an insurmountable mountain. "No one of our generation can match Wang Ritian," a young prodigy said helplessly.

Wang Ritian's name shone like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating the entire martial world. His story continued to spread, becoming the...