Sword Energy Destroys the City

Chapter Twenty-Five: Sword Energy Destroys the City

Below the city, the Twelve Martial Slaves, relying on their exquisite formation and Wang Xianzhi's meticulous guidance, possessed a combined strength that could make any Heavenly Phenomenon Realm expert feel troubled. However, Wang Ritain's appearance was like a bombshell, completely shattering everyone's understanding. With just one punch, he injured these Twelve Martial Slaves, a shocking feat that stunned everyone present.

"This… how is this possible?" a veteran martial artist exclaimed, eyes wide with disbelief, his voice trembling, "The combined might of the Twelve Martial Slaves requires even Heavenly Phenomenon Realm experts to tread carefully. Yet Wang Ritain injured them with a single punch. Just how terrifying is his strength?"

The crowd nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with shock. Wang Ritain had gained the upper hand against the Twelve Martial Slaves with his bare hands, a performance far exceeding their imagination. The young prodigies who had initially dismissed Wang Ritain now retracted their arrogance, a deep sense of awe welling up in their hearts.

Although the Twelve Martial Slaves were significantly affected by Wang Ritain's punch, they were, after all, seasoned fighters who had experienced countless battles. They quickly regained their composure. After a slight adjustment of their breathing, their eyes reignited with fighting spirit, and they attacked Wang Ritain once more.

Wang Ritain watched the Twelve Martial Slaves charge at him again, the corners of his mouth curling into a confident smile. Unhurried, he took a step forward, his true qi surging madly within him. In an instant, a wall of qi, condensed from his true qi, appeared before him. This qi wall emanated a faint golden light and was several times harder than diamond.

"Hmph, let's see how you break through my qi wall!" Wang Ritain snorted, a determined glint in his eyes.

Seeing this, the Twelve Martial Slaves exchanged glances, then attacked together. They unleashed their respective ultimate skills, pushing their power to its absolute limit. This round of attacks was astonishingly powerful, fully displaying a terrifying might comparable to the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm. For a moment, sword light and blade shadows flashed, fists whistled, and various powerful forces converged, blasting towards Wang Ritain's qi wall.

"Boom!" A deafening sound, like thunder from a clear sky, exploded above Wudi City. The Twelve Martial Slaves' attacks collided with Wang Ritain's qi wall, unleashing a powerful wave of energy. However, to everyone's surprise, Wang Ritain's qi wall remained completely unmoved. Those powerful attacks, in front of the qi wall, vanished without a trace, like a clay ox entering the sea.

Not only that, but the residual energy from the massive true qi collision, like sharp blades, swept towards the surrounding crowd. The Profound Finger experts near the battlefield had no time to dodge. They were instantly struck by this energy, spitting blood and falling to the ground, severely injured. The crowd watched this scene in terror, their faces filled with horror. Those with weaker cultivation turned and fled, fearing they would be caught in the terrifying energy surge.

"Wang Ritain's strength is simply heaven-defying! His qi wall actually managed to withstand the Twelve Martial Slaves' attacks, which were comparable to the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm!" a young martial artist stammered, his voice trembling with reverence.

"Indeed, with such strength, there is probably no one among the younger generation who can match him," another martial artist agreed, filled with emotion.

The battle continued, and the time it took for an incense stick to burn passed quietly. By now, the area outside the city where the battle had taken place had become a ruin. The earth was torn apart, houses had collapsed, and the scene was one of utter devastation. Wang Ritain, however, stood calmly amidst the Twelve Martial Slaves, not a single scratch on his body, as if this fierce battle had been nothing more than a casual game to him.

Wang Ritain slowly drew his long sword, its blade gleaming with a cold light, as if narrating its master's extraordinary prowess. A hint of disdain flickered in his eyes as he looked at the panting Twelve Martial Slaves, their true qi depleted, and said lightly, "Your strength is nothing more than this."

Looking at the long sword in Wang Ritain's hand, the Twelve Martial Slaves felt a deep sense of fear welling up within them. They knew that Wang Ritain's next attack would surely be fatal. However, they showed no intention of retreating, gritting their teeth and persevering.

On the pavilion far away, Wang Xianzhi quietly observed the battle. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. He had initially thought Wang Ritain wouldn't last long under the combined assault of the Twelve Martial Slaves. However, the reality had shocked him greatly. Wang Ritain's strength far exceeded his imagination.

"This Wang Ritain has truly made me see him in a new light," Wang Xianzhi murmured, a smile of appreciation gracing his lips.

Yu Xinlang stood beside Wang Xianzhi, looking down at Wang Ritain. He felt a sense of inadequacy. "Master, if I were in Wang Ritain's place, facing the Twelve Martial Slaves' Heavenly Phenomenon Realm-level offensive, I fear I would have collapsed long ago," Yu Xinlang said with shame, his eyes filled with admiration for Wang Ritain.

Wang Xianzhi nodded slightly and said, "Wang Ritain's talent and strength are indeed rare. For him to reach such a realm in such a short period, he is destined for greatness in the future."

Wang Ritain looked at the Twelve Martial Slaves before him and thought to himself that it was time to end this battle. He took a deep breath, and the true qi within him surged like a raging tide. Then, he unleashed Sword Twenty-Two.

In an instant, sword energy converged, and the sky seemed to transform into a brilliant galaxy, pouring down upon the Twelve Martial Slaves. This sword energy was wider in range and several times more powerful than when he had unleashed it before. The Twelve Martial Slaves, feeling this terrifying sword energy, were filled with extreme dread. They knew that if they didn't resist with all their might, they would be utterly annihilated.

"Let's go all out!" one Martial Slave roared, gritting his teeth and mobilizing the last trace of true qi within him. The other Martial Slaves followed suit, coordinating with their combined attack formation, gathering the power of heaven and earth to counter Wang Ritain's sword energy.

"Boom!" The two forces collided once more, emitting a deafening roar that seemed to tear the very heavens and earth apart. The land within a thousand-meter radius instantly sank, and countless fragments of rock flew out like cannonballs. Those Profound Finger Peak martial artists, unable to dodge, were instantly pierced by the debris and fell into pools of blood.

However, the Twelve Martial Slaves' counterattack was ultimately futile. Their resistance seemed so fragile in the face of Wang Ritain's powerful sword energy. Within a few breaths, the Twelve Martial Slaves were completely overwhelmed by the sword energy. Their bodies were cut into pieces, riddled with wounds, and they fell to the ground, their fates unknown. If Wang Ritain hadn't held back, they would have been utterly annihilated.

As the sword energy dissipated, Wang Ritain stood tall in the center of the battlefield. His figure, illuminated by the sunlight, appeared exceptionally imposing. By now, no one dared to underestimate him. Those young martial artists who had once mocked him were now completely subdued, their eyes filled with awe.

Wang Ritain slowly sheathed his long sword and turned his gaze towards Yu Xinlang on the pavilion. He announced loudly, "I have finished challenging the Twelve Martial Slaves. Next, Yu Xinlang, I challenge you!"

Upon hearing this, the entire crowd was shocked. All eyes turned to Yu Xinlang, filled with surprise and curiosity. Yu Xinlang was Wang Xianzhi's most valued disciple and one of the top existences among the younger generation. He had once fought against a Heavenly Phenomenon Realm expert and retreated unharmed, his strength thus evident. Wang Ritain's challenge to him now was undoubtedly a clash of titans, leaving everyone speculating about the comparison of their strengths.

"Has Wang Ritain gone mad? He's challenging Yu Xinlang!" a martial artist exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Indeed, Yu Xinlang's strength is almost unrivaled among the younger generation. Although Wang Ritain is powerful, can he win by challenging Yu Xinlang?" another martial artist questioned doubtfully.

The crowd buzzed with discussion, offering differing opinions on the outcome of Wang Ritain's challenge to Yu Xinlang. Some believed that Wang Ritain, having just defeated the Twelve Martial Slaves, was on a winning streak and might actually have a chance to defeat Yu Xinlang. Others felt that Yu Xinlang's strength was unfathomable, and with Wang Xianzhi's tutelage behind him, it was hardly an easy feat for Wang Ritain to emerge victorious.