A World-Shaking Sword Strike

Chapter 31: A World-Shaking Sword

Wang Ritain's declaration, "I have a sword that can fight!"

Yu Xinlang's previously confident face…

He looked at Wang Ritain, his eyes full of suspicion. Wang Ritain should have been unable to fight further due to his severe injuries, but his firm gaze inexplicably made Yu Xinlang panic. Is this Wang Ritain bluffing? But why is he so sure?

Yu Xinlang pondered inwardly, a chill creeping up his spine.

The martial artists around, upon hearing Wang Ritain's words, burst into laughter. "Has Wang Ritain been hit too hard? In this state, he's still talking about having a sword to fight with? He must be dreaming!"

A young martial artist said with a face full of mockery, his eyes filled with disdain.

Cao Changqing stood among the crowd, his brows furrowed, shaking his head slightly. He looked at Wang Ritain with a mixture of pity and confusion. "Wang Ritain, why put yourself through this? What's the point of such a desperate struggle?"

Cao Changqing sighed softly. In his opinion, Wang Ritain was merely making a final, futile attempt.

However, Deng Tai'a's expression changed drastically. The sword box in his arms vibrated slightly, emitting a low hum. Deng Tai'a was startled. He knew that any disturbance from the sword box meant it had sensed a powerful threat, and this threat clearly came from Wang Ritain. Could it be that Wang Ritain truly possesses some astonishing trump card? Deng Tai'a speculated inwardly, his gaze towards Wang Ritain becoming solemn.

Seeing this, everyone turned their attention to the long sword in Wang Ritain's hand. Under the sunlight, the sword shimmered with a mysterious light, as if hiding endless secrets. For a moment, the crowd buzzed with discussion, all guessing what hidden move Wang Ritain's sword held.

On the city wall, Wang Xianzhi, who was about to turn away, suddenly stopped. A flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes. He felt an unprecedented palpitation from Wang Ritain, a feeling that only occurred when facing the opening of the Heavenly Gate and the descent of an immortal. Wang Xianzhi's brows furrowed, and he mused, Wang Ritain is merely at the Vajra Realm, how can he make me feel this way? Although he doesn't pose a significant threat to me, this feeling is truly bizarre. A solemn expression appeared on Wang Xianzhi's face.

At this moment, Cao Changqing's eyes widened, filled with shock. He saw a golden phantom slowly emerge behind Wang Ritain. The phantom exuded a powerful aura, making even Cao Changqing, a half-step Land Immortal, feel a great threat. Cao Changqing's hands trembled slightly as he stared intently at the phantom, marveling inwardly, What kind of power is this? It's so terrifying!

Immediately after, the true sword intent of the Sacred Spirit Sword Technique unfurled like a surging tide. This sword intent was vast and boundless, instantly enveloping Wudi City and the East Sea coast. All the martial artists felt a mysterious force fixating on them. The Blood Essence within them instantly solidified, and their heartbeats were clearly audible in the silent atmosphere. Everyone felt as if time had stopped, even breathing becoming difficult.

Wang Xianzhi's expression also grew extremely solemn. He stared intently at Wang Ritain, a hint of nervousness flashing in his eyes. Wang Ritain's trump card is actually this powerful! Wang Xianzhi marveled inwardly, his curiosity about Wang Ritain's origins growing even stronger.

Seeing this, the crowd exclaimed in unison, "Wang Ritain's trump card is too terrifying!"

"Indeed, with such power, it might even contend with Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will!" The crowd discussed, their astonishment mixed with anticipation. They all wondered if Wang Ritain's trump card could defeat the Wang Xianzhi Martial Dao Will within Yu Xinlang.

Drawing on this sword intent, Wang Ritain slowly stood up. His gaze was firm and confident, as if all things in the world were within his grasp. "Yu Xinlang, I have already witnessed the terror of Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will. However, it is time for everything to end." Wang Ritain's voice was deep and powerful, echoing across the sea and reaching everyone's ears.

Hearing this, Yu Xinlang let out a cold snort. "Wang Ritain, you are merely at the end of your rope. Even with a trump card, what use is it in the face of absolute power?" With that, Yu Xinlang swung his sword again, unleashing his signature move, "Sword Heart Hell." A black sword energy, like a ferocious black dragon, lunged towards Wang Ritain. Where the sword energy passed, the seawater instantly evaporated, leaving a long stretch of vacuum.

Seeing this, Wang Ritain remained unhurried. He slowly raised his long sword, and in an instant, an invisible sword energy spread through the space. This sword energy, seemingly gentle, contained boundless power. The sword energy collided with Yu Xinlang's "Sword Heart Hell," emitting a dull, heavy roar.

At the moment of collision, a faint black line appeared in mid-air.

The black line exuded a strange aura.

The crowd stared at the black line, and even Wang Xianzhi and Deng Tai'a began to take this power seriously.

Cao Changqing looked at the black line, his face pale. He mused inwardly, If I were at the center of this battle, I might not emerge unscathed. Wang Ritain's power is truly terrifying!

Yu Xinlang's "Sword Heart Hell" was gradually being worn down by the impact of the invisible sword energy. Meanwhile, the space formed by the invisible sword energy continued to expand, spreading towards the coast of the East Sea. Feeling the infinite sword energy surging within the space, the crowd was deeply shocked. They knew that this sword energy far surpassed the Sword Twenty-Two that Wang Ritain had previously displayed.

Looking at the expanding sword energy space, Yu Xinlang's eyes were filled with shock. "What sword technique is this? Why is it so terrifying?" Yu Xinlang asked in horror.

Wang Ritain looked at Yu Xinlang, his eyes cold. "Using the heart to control the sword, Sword Twenty-Three."

Wang Ritain's voice was calm and icy.

Yu Xinlang's heart skipped a beat. While he marveled at the power of Sword Twenty-Three, he still firmly believed that Wang Ritain could not defeat Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will. "Hmph, even if your sword move is powerful, in the face of Senior Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will, it's merely a futile struggle!" With that, Yu Xinlang prepared to swing his sword again.

Wang Ritain looked at Yu Xinlang, a confident smile playing on his lips. The moment Yu Xinlang swung his sword, he felt a powerful force pinning him in mid-air. Yu Xinlang's face showed surprise, his eyes filled with disbelief. "What... what is happening?" Yu Xinlang cried out in terror.

Wang Xianzhi watched this scene, his gaze slightly shaken. He recognized the terrifying aspect of Sword Twenty-Three; this strike could instantly control the battlefield, rendering the opponent immobile. This Wang Ritain is indeed not simple! Wang Xianzhi praised inwardly.

At this moment, a golden Nascent Soul slowly rose behind Wang Ritain. The Nascent Soul emanated a dazzling light, as if it were the most powerful existence in the world. With the appearance of the Nascent Soul, the sword energy space grew even larger, engulfing the entire Wudi City. Everyone felt their bodies unable to move, as if time and space had frozen.

Cao Changqing looked at this scene, utterly astonished. "This... this is no longer a sword technique that can exist in the mortal world! Wang Ritain, who on earth is he?" Cao Changqing was filled with questions and a deep sense of awe for Wang Ritain's strength.

Wang Xianzhi looked at Wang Ritain, his eyes also showing shock. He had never imagined that a martial artist at the Vajra Realm could unleash such a terrifying sword technique.

The Wang Xianzhi Martial Dao Will within Yu Xinlang reappeared at this moment. However, in the face of the immense power of Sword Twenty-Three, this Martial Dao Will was equally unable to move. Yu Xinlang looked at the golden Nascent Soul, his heart filled with despair.

Wang Ritain stood on the sea, like a god suspended in the heavens. He looked down upon the entire Wudi City and the East Sea, holding everything in his grasp. "Sword Twenty-Three, unleashed! Yu Xinlang, it is your honor to die by this sword."