A Stunning Sword Strike

A Stunning Sword Strike

At Yu Xinlang's words, "I have a sword strike worthy of a fight!",

the confidence on his face vanished.

He stared at Wang Ritain, his eyes full of suspicion. Wang Ritain was gravely wounded and should have been unable to fight any longer, but the resolve in his gaze inexplicably made Yu Xinlang uneasy. Could Wang Ritain be bluffing? Then why is he so certain?

Yu Xinlang wondered to himself, a shiver of fear creeping over him.

The martial artists nearby burst into laughter when they heard Wang Ritain's claim. "Has Wang Ritain been beaten senseless? He's in this state and still claims he has a sword strike that can fight? What a delusion!"

A young martial artist sneered, his eyes full of contempt.

Cao Changqing stood among the crowd, brows furrowed as he slowly shook his head. He looked at Wang Ritain with both regret and confusion. "Wang Ritain, why put yourself through this? What's the point of struggling when you're on the brink of death?"

Cao Changqing sighed softly. In his eyes, Wang Ritain was merely making one last desperate stand.

Deng Tai'a, however, was visibly shaken. The sword case in his arms began to tremble, emitting a low hum. Deng Tai'a was startled. He knew that the sword case only reacted like this when it sensed a powerful threat—and that threat clearly came from Wang Ritain. Could Wang Ritain really have some astonishing trump card? Deng Tai'a wondered, his gaze turning grave.

Seeing this, everyone turned their eyes to the long sword in Wang Ritain's hand. Sunlight glinted off its blade, casting a mysterious glow, as though it concealed endless secrets. The crowd buzzed with speculation about what kind of hidden advantage the sword might hold.

Atop the city wall, Wang Xianzhi had been about to turn and leave, but he abruptly stopped. A flicker of astonishment crossed his eyes. From Wang Ritain, he sensed a dread unlike anything he had ever felt. He had only felt such dread when the Heavenly Gate opened and an immortal descended to the mortal world. Wang Xianzhi furrowed his brows, pondering, Wang Ritain is only at the Vajra Realm. How can he make me feel this way? He may not pose a serious threat to me, but this feeling is truly uncanny. His expression turned grave.

Just then, Cao Changqing's eyes widened in shock. He saw a golden phantom slowly materialize behind Wang Ritain. It radiated a powerful aura, making even Cao Changqing, a half-step Land Immortal, feel gravely threatened. His hands trembled as he stared at the apparition, silently marveling, What kind of power is this? It's terrifying!

The true sword intent of the Sacred Spirit Sword Technique surged outward like a raging tide. Vast and boundless, it instantly engulfed Wudi City and the coast of the East Sea. Every martial artist felt as if some mysterious force had fixed its gaze on them. Their blood qi froze, and in the oppressive silence, every heartbeat rang clear. It seemed as though time itself had stopped; even breathing became difficult.

Wang Xianzhi's expression grew solemn. He stared fixedly at Wang Ritain, a trace of tension in his eyes. Wang Ritain's trump card is astonishingly powerful! Wang Xianzhi marveled inwardly, growing even more curious about Wang Ritain's origins.

Everyone stared in amazement. "Wang Ritain's trump card is terrifying!"

"Yeah. With power like that, it could probably stand against Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will!" The crowd buzzed with discussion, both shocked by Wang Ritain's trump card and eager to see what it could do. They wondered whether it could defeat the Martial Dao Will of Wang Xianzhi within Yu Xinlang.

Riding the surge of sword intent, Wang Ritain slowly rose to his feet. His gaze was firm and confident, as though he had all things under his control. "Yu Xinlang, I've seen how terrifying Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will can be. But now, it's time to end this." His low, powerful voice echoed across the sea and reached everyone's ears.

Yu Xinlang snorted. "Wang Ritain, you're at the end of your rope. Even if you have a trump card, what good is it against absolute power?" With that, Yu Xinlang swung his sword again and unleashed his renowned move, "Sword Heart Hell." A black sword aura, like a vicious black dragon, lunged at Wang Ritain. The seawater evaporated in its wake, leaving behind a long vacuum.

Wang Ritain remained unhurried. He slowly raised the sword in his hand, and in an instant, an invisible sword aura spread through the air. It seemed gentle, yet held boundless power. It collided with Yu Xinlang's "Sword Heart Hell," producing a deep, thunderous boom.

At the moment of impact, a thin black line appeared in midair.

It radiated an eerie aura.

Everyone stared at the black line. Even Wang Xianzhi and Deng Tai'a began to take this power seriously.

Cao Changqing looked at the black line, his face pale. If I were at the center of this battle, I doubt I'd escape unscathed. Wang Ritain's power is truly terrifying!

Under the assault of the invisible sword aura, Yu Xinlang's "Sword Heart Hell" was gradually erased. Meanwhile, the space formed by the invisible sword aura continued to expand, spreading toward the East Sea shore. Feeling the boundless sword qi surge within that space, everyone was utterly shocked. They knew this power far surpassed Wang Ritain's earlier Sword Twenty-Two.

Yu Xinlang stared at the ever-expanding space of sword qi, his eyes filled with shock. "What kind of sword technique is this? How can it be so terrifying?" he cried.

Wang Ritain looked at Yu Xinlang, his gaze cold. "Wielding the sword with the heart—Sword Twenty-Three."

His voice was calm and icy.

Yu Xinlang was startled. Though amazed by Sword Twenty-Three's power, he still believed Wang Ritain could not overcome Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will. "Hmph! No matter how powerful that move is, against Senior Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will, it's no more than an insect trying to stop a chariot!" With that, Yu Xinlang prepared to swing his sword again.

Wang Ritain looked at Yu Xinlang, the corners of his mouth lifting into a confident smile. The instant Yu Xinlang swung his sword, he felt a powerful force hold him suspended in midair. Yu Xinlang stared in disbelief. "W-what's happening?" he cried in terror.

Watching this, Wang Xianzhi's gaze flickered. He saw how terrifying Sword Twenty-Three was: with a single strike, it could seize control of the battlefield and leave an opponent unable to move. Wang Ritain truly is no ordinary man! Wang Xianzhi marveled inwardly.

A golden Nascent Soul slowly rose behind Wang Ritain, radiating dazzling light, as if it were the mightiest being in the world. With its appearance, the space of sword qi expanded further, engulfing all of Wudi City. Everyone found themselves unable to move, as though time and space had frozen.

Cao Changqing stared at the scene in disbelief. "This... this is a sword strike beyond anything the mortal world should hold! Wang Ritain, who are you?" He was full of questions, yet also felt deep reverence for Wang Ritain's strength.

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

The Martial Dao Will of Wang Xianzhi within Yu Xinlang appeared once more. Yet before the overwhelming power of Sword Twenty-Three, even it was unable to move. Yu Xinlang stared at the golden Nascent Soul, his heart filled with despair.

Standing on the sea, Wang Ritain seemed like a god high above the heavens. He looked down over Wudi City and the East Sea, holding everything in his grasp. "Sword Twenty-Three has emerged! Yu Xinlang, it is your honor to die beneath this strike."