I Have a Sword That Can Break Ten Thousand Troops

Chapter 30: I Have a Sword That Can Break Ten Thousand Armies

Outside Wudi City, the sea fell into a deathly silence due to the phantom image of Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will behind Yu Xinlang.

This phantom image exuded an aura of ultimate power, stirring up the winds and clouds of the world at will.

The waves churned wildly.

Everyone looked up, their eyes filled with shock and reverence, whispers rising and falling.

"This... this is Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will! Yu Xinlang can actually summon such terrifying power. It must be a contingency left behind by Senior Wang Xianzhi for him."

A young martial artist said, his voice trembling.

"Yes, such powerful Martial Dao Will could probably change the heavens and earth. Wang Ritain is in danger now." An elder beside him said, his brow furrowed, his face full of worry.

On the city wall, Wang Xianzhi watched the phantom image of the Martial Dao Will and frowned, shaking his head slightly. He secretly mused that he had originally left this Martial Dao Will solely to save Yu Xinlang's life at a critical moment. He hadn't expected Yu Xinlang to forcefully summon it in such a desperate situation. He knew that while this move would grant Yu Xinlang immense power in a short time, it would also leave an indelible scar on him, making it incredibly difficult to catch up to Wang Ritain's cultivation in the future. "Yu Xinlang, oh Yu Xinlang, why must you do this?"

Wang Xianzhi sighed softly, his eyes filled with helplessness and regret.

On the sea, Yu Xinlang raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze fixed on Wang Ritain with determination. The phantom image of the Martial Dao Will behind him grew more solid, connecting heaven and earth, as if it had merged with the world itself. Wang Ritain looked at the phantom image, a flicker of emotion crossing his eyes. "Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will, as expected, lives up to its reputation. It's suffocatingly powerful," Wang Ritain murmured to himself.

Supported by the Martial Dao Will, Yu Xinlang slowly straightened his body. His aura gradually became more robust, and his previously pale complexion slowly regained some color. Suddenly, the phantom image of the Martial Dao Will surged into Yu Xinlang's body. Yu Xinlang felt a surge of immense power flood his meridians, nearly tearing them apart. He gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and circulated his true qi. As the phantom image integrated, Yu Xinlang's aura skyrocketed, and he stepped into the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm in one stride.

In an instant, the clouds in the sky were churned by Yu Xinlang's aura, forming a massive vortex. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating Yu Xinlang as if a deity had descended. Yu Xinlang felt the surging power within him, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile.

Cao Changqing stood among the crowd, watching Yu Xinlang with a grave expression. He knew the terror of the Land Immortal realm, and Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will was even more powerful. "Although Wang Ritain is strong, facing such powerful Martial Dao Will, how can he possibly resist?" Cao Changqing said softly, his eyes filled with worry. He sighed inwardly, wondering if such a genius was destined to fall here.

The crowd also began to discuss, all believing that with this trump card, Wang Ritain was bound to lose. "No one can match Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will. No matter how powerful Wang Ritain is, it will be difficult for him to fare well against it."

"Indeed, if Wang Ritain can withstand even one move under this Martial Dao Will, he will become famous throughout the world." Everyone's gaze focused on Wang Ritain, their eyes filled with both anticipation and sympathy.

After integrating the Martial Dao Will, Yu Xinlang's strength was firmly established in the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm. With a casual wave of his hand, a stream of sword energy roared out. This sword energy, like a surging dragon, split the sea in two wherever it passed, creating a feeling as if the heavens and earth were collapsing. Seeing this, Wang Ritain's expression changed drastically, and he quickly circulated his true qi to resist. However, the residual power of the sword energy still struck him, sending his body flying back like a kite with a broken string, his blood staining the surrounding seawater. His face turned exceptionally pale, and his aura weakened considerably.

"Wang Ritain is injured!" a martial artist exclaimed.

"Yu Xinlang's strength is too great! Wang Ritain might not be able to resist," another martial artist chimed in.

Seeing Wang Ritain injured, a hint of ferocity flashed in Yu Xinlang's eyes. He pressed his advantage, unleashing three consecutive sword strikes. Each of these swords was more powerful and terrifying than the last. The space itself seemed to shatter under these three strikes, emitting cracking sounds. Seeing this, Wang Ritain quickly employed Sword Twenty-Two. Countless streams of sword energy converged, forming a massive sword curtain in an attempt to block Yu Xinlang's attack. However, Yu Xinlang's attack was too powerful. The sword curtain shattered instantly under the impact of the three strikes. Wang Ritain was blasted to the seabed by the immense force, his entire body resembling a bloody figure.

Watching this scene, everyone was convinced that Wang Ritain had lost. "Wang Ritain is probably finished."

"Yes, these few strikes from Yu Xinlang were too terrifying." The crowd shook their heads, their faces showing expressions of regret.

Yu Xinlang frowned slightly as he looked at Wang Ritain sinking to the seabed. He felt a sense of doubt; Wang Ritain's defeat seemed too easy, which felt somewhat off. However, he still believed Wang Ritain had lost and no longer paid him any mind, floating serenely on the sea surface, awaiting the end of the battle.

Meanwhile, Wang Ritain was sitting cross-legged at the bottom of the sea. His body was riddled with wounds, and blood continuously flowed out, dyeing the surrounding seawater red. His aura was weak, as if it could dissipate at any moment. Yet, his gaze was incredibly firm. He pondered in his heart, Is this how I lose? No, I'm not reconciled! I still have one sword that can fight!

The crowd looked at Wang Ritain at the bottom of the sea, their hearts filled with confusion. The younger martial artists were astonished, while the older generation of experts shook their heads and sighed. "This Wang Ritain probably can't bear the defeat. His Dao heart is already broken, his spirit is dead."

"Indeed, a generation's genius perishes just like this. It's truly a pity." Everyone lamented Wang Ritain's fate, believing a genius had fallen.

Just as everyone thought Wang Ritain had lost, Wang Ritain's tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open. His eyes gleamed with unwavering resolve. "I have a sword that can fight!" Wang Ritain's voice carried through the seawater, weak yet full of power. Hearing this, the crowd showed expressions of astonishment. They hadn't expected Wang Ritain to utter such words in such a desperate situation.