The Thirtieth Chapter: I Have a Sword That Can Break Ten Thousand Troops

The Thirtieth Chapter: I Have a Sword That Can Break Ten Thousand Troops

The sea outside Wudi City fell deathly silent beneath the phantom of Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will behind Yu Xinlang.

The phantom radiated an aura of immense power, recklessly stirring the winds and clouds of the world.

Waves surged wildly.

Everyone looked up, their eyes filled with shock and awe. Whispers rose one after another.

"This... This is Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will! Yu Xinlang can actually summon such terrifying power. Senior Wang Xianzhi must have left him a hidden trump card."

A young martial artist spoke, his voice trembling.

"Indeed. Such powerful Martial Dao Will could probably change the very heavens and earth. Wang Ritain is in danger now." Beside him, an old man furrowed his brow, his face full of concern.

Atop the city wall, Wang Xianzhi watched the phantom of Martial Dao Will and frowned deeply, shaking his head slightly. He thought to himself that he had originally left this Martial Dao Will behind only to save Yu Xinlang's life at a critical moment. He had never expected Yu Xinlang to force it out in such a desperate situation. He knew that although this would grant Yu Xinlang great power for a short time, it would also leave him with a shadow that would be difficult to erase. Catching up to Wang Ritain's cultivation in the future would likely prove far harder. "Yu Xinlang, Yu Xinlang... Why put yourself through this?"

Wang Xianzhi sighed softly, his eyes full of helplessness and regret.

On the sea, Yu Xinlang raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared resolutely at Wang Ritain. The phantom of Martial Dao Will behind him grew increasingly solid, stretching from sky to sea as if it had become one with the heavens and earth. Wang Ritain gazed at the phantom, a glimmer of emotion in his eyes. "Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will truly lives up to its reputation. Its power is suffocating." Wang Ritain murmured to himself.

Supported by the Martial Dao Will, Yu Xinlang slowly straightened up. His aura grew increasingly vigorous, and a hint of color returned to his previously pale face. Suddenly, the phantom of Martial Dao Will rushed into Yu Xinlang's body. He felt a powerful force surge into him, stretching his meridians until they nearly burst. He clenched his teeth, endured the pain, and circulated his true qi. As the phantom merged with him, his aura soared, and he stepped into the Heaven Phenomenon Realm.

In an instant, Yu Xinlang's aura stirred the clouds overhead into a vast vortex. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the clouds, shining down on him as if a deity had descended. Feeling the surging power within him, Yu Xinlang's lips curled into a confident smile.

Cao Changqing stood among the crowd, watching Yu Xinlang with a grave expression. He knew how terrifying the Land Immortal realm was, and Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will was stronger still. "Wang Ritain may be powerful, but how can he possibly stand against such formidable Martial Dao Will?" Cao Changqing said quietly, his eyes full of worry. He sighed inwardly. Was such a prodigy really about to fall here?

The crowd began discussing it too, all convinced that with this trump card, Yu Xinlang was certain to defeat Wang Ritain. "No one can match Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will. No matter how powerful Wang Ritain is, he won't gain the upper hand against it."

"Exactly. If Wang Ritain can withstand even one strike from this Martial Dao Will, he'll be famous throughout the world." Everyone's eyes were fixed on Wang Ritain, filled with both anticipation and sympathy.

After merging with the Martial Dao Will, Yu Xinlang's strength firmly reached the Heaven Phenomenon Realm. He casually swept out a hand, sending a streak of sword qi howling forth. Like a colossal dragon surging ahead, it split the sea in two wherever it passed, making it feel as if the heavens and earth were collapsing. Wang Ritain's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly circulated his true qi to defend himself, but the shockwave still struck him. His body flew backward like a kite with its strings cut, and blood stained the sea around him. His face turned deathly pale, and his aura weakened.

"Wang Ritain is injured!" a martial artist cried out.

"Yu Xinlang is far too powerful! Wang Ritain probably can't hold out." Another martial artist agreed.

Seeing Wang Ritain wounded, Yu Xinlang's eyes flashed with a vicious glint. He pressed his advantage, unleashing three sword strikes in quick succession. Each strike was stronger and more terrifying than the last. The very space seemed ready to shatter beneath them, creaking with a "crack, crack" sound. Wang Ritain hurriedly unleashed Sword Twenty-Two. Countless streams of sword qi converged into a vast sword screen, attempting to block Yu Xinlang's assault. But Yu Xinlang's attacks were too powerful. The sword screen shattered instantly under the impact of the three strikes. Wang Ritain was blasted into the depths of the sea, his entire body drenched in blood.

Watching this scene, everyone was convinced Wang Ritain had lost. "Wang Ritain probably can't go on."

"Indeed. Those strikes from Yu Xinlang were terrifying." Everyone shook their heads, their faces full of regret.

Yu Xinlang watched Wang Ritain sink beneath the sea and frowned slightly. He was also somewhat puzzled. Wang Ritain seemed to have been defeated too easily; something felt wrong. Still, he concluded that Wang Ritain had lost and paid him no further mind, hovering quietly above the sea as he waited for the battle to end.

At that moment, Wang Ritain was sitting cross-legged on the seabed. His body was riddled with wounds, blood streaming out and staining the surrounding water. His aura was faint, as if it might vanish at any moment. Yet his gaze remained utterly resolute. He thought to himself, Was he really going to lose just like this? No, he wasn't willing to accept it! He still had one sword left—one that could still fight!

Watching Wang Ritain on the seabed, the crowd was full of doubts. The young martial artists were astonished, while the older masters shook their heads and sighed. "Wang Ritain probably can't bear this defeat. His Dao heart has already shattered; his spirit is dead."

"Indeed. A prodigy of his generation, fallen just like that. What a pity." Everyone lamented Wang Ritain's fate, convinced that a genius had fallen into ruin.

Just as everyone thought Wang Ritain had lost, his tightly shut eyes snapped open. Resolute light gleamed in them. "I have a sword that can still fight!" Wang Ritain's voice carried through the seawater. It was faint, but filled with strength. Everyone was astonished to hear those words. They had never expected Wang Ritain to say such a thing in the face of such utter desperation.