The Summoning Demon Scripture!

Chapter 32: The Summoning Demon Scripture!

The sea outside Wudi City was already enveloped by the terrifying sword energy space of Sword Twenty-Three.

The Grandmasters, Great Grandmasters, and even the experts who had stepped into the Three Shattered Realms found themselves trapped within, filled with utter dread.

They felt as if their bodies were shackled by an invisible, immense force, completely unable to move. The true qi within them was like a frozen stream, utterly immobile. Everyone's eyes were wide with fear and despair, their gazes conveying a profound reverence for this unknown, powerful force.

Yu Xinlang bore the brunt of Sword Twenty-Three's terrifying might. He felt his soul being slowly pulled from his body by an unseen hand, plunging him into extreme panic. Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will seemed utterly fragile before Sword Twenty-Three's sword intent, completely suppressed. Yu Xinlang knew in his heart that his true strength was worlds apart from Wang Ritain's. Even with the contingency his master had left him, he still couldn't escape defeat. A deep despair welled up within him, like falling into an endless, dark abyss.

Wang Ritain's golden primordial spirit hovered in mid-air, radiating a dazzling light like the sun at its zenith. A golden long sword slowly materialized in the golden primordial spirit's hand. Runes flickered on the long sword, imbued with mysterious power. Wang Ritain's gaze was cold as he looked at Yu Xinlang, then he lightly swung the long sword. In an instant, the entire space seemed to be torn apart by a giant hand, emitting a piercing sound, as if the heavens and earth were about to be cleaved in two. Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will, under this sword strike, was like a fragile bubble, utterly shattered. The previously unyielding reefs, ravaged by the sword energy, instantly turned into countless tiny fragments, scattering in all directions.

Deprived of the support of his Martial Dao Will, Yu Xinlang's body trembled violently, and he half-knelt on the sea. His face was as pale as paper, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair. The sword energy space slowly dissipated, and Wang Ritain's figure, like a phantom, instantly appeared before Yu Xinlang. Wang Ritain looked at Yu Xinlang, his eyes devoid of any pity, only profound disappointment. That gaze of disappointment was like a sharp blade, piercing directly into Yu Xinlang's heart. Yu Xinlang felt a sharp pain in his chest and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, the surrounding crowd fell into a deep silence. They gazed at Wang Ritain, their eyes filled with shock and awe. Wang Ritain had actually defeated Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will; it was an almost unbelievable miracle. Everyone knew in their hearts that a sword technique like Sword Twenty-Three had already transcended the mortal realm, its terrifying power capable of altering heaven and earth. Deng Tai'a and Cao Changqing, two of the top experts in the martial world, were also deeply shaken. They looked at Wang Ritain, their shock difficult to express. Cao Changqing shook his head slightly and sighed softly, "This child is truly a prodigy of heaven!" Deng Tai'a tightly gripped his sword box, a complex expression in his eyes, a mix of admiration for Wang Ritain's strength and worry about his own future challenges.

Outside Wudi City, Huang Longshi watched it all from afar. His face was terrifyingly grim, like the sky before a storm. The Sword Twenty-Three displayed by Wang Ritain, that terrifying sword energy space, had even suppressed him, making him unable to move. Huang Longshi knew in his heart that with his strength, forcing his way through this sword energy space would come at a great cost. He looked at Wang Ritain, his eyes filled with helplessness and unwillingness. "This Wang Ritain is indeed a variable; he has now completely exceeded my control," Huang Longshi sighed softly, his voice filled with a sense of powerlessness.

The sea gradually returned to calm. Yu Xinlang, dragging his heavily injured body, walked step by step towards the shore. His steps were unsteady, each one seeming to require all his strength. Finally, he reached the shore and slowly raised his head, looking at Wang Ritain. His eyes were filled with complex emotions, admiration for Wang Ritain's strength, and regret for his own failure. "I lost, Wang Ritain, you won," Yu Xinlang's voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed from between his teeth. His words struck the hearts of the crowd like a thunderclap.

At this moment, Wudi City and its surroundings fell into a deathly silence. Everyone was shocked by Wang Ritain's strength, and for a time, no one could speak. They knew in their hearts that among the younger generation, Wang Ritain was already unrivaled. His strength faintly showed the signs of becoming the foremost figure of the younger generation. After all, in the entire martial world, who else could defeat Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will like him?

Wang Ritain watched Yu Xinlang's retreating back, then slightly raised his head, his gaze falling on Wang Xianzhi atop the city wall. His eyes were firm and confident, as if burning with an inextinguishable flame. "Wang Xianzhi, tomorrow, a battle in the East Sea, I challenge you!" Wang Ritain's voice, like a booming bell, echoed across the sea, reaching everyone's ears. This announcement was like a giant stone thrown into a calm lake, causing a huge stir. The crowd turned their eyes to Wang Ritain, their gazes filled with shock and confusion. They couldn't understand why Wang Ritain, still heavily injured, dared to challenge Wang Xianzhi. Wang Xianzhi was a top expert in the martial world, his strength unfathomable. Although Wang Ritain was powerful, what chance did he have against Wang Xianzhi himself?

Wang Xianzhi stood on the city wall, looking at Wang Ritain with a calm gaze. His eyes were deep and serene, like a bottomless lake. "Good, I accept your challenge," Wang Xianzhi's voice was not loud, but it struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer. Upon hearing this, the crowd was shocked once more. They hadn't expected Wang Xianzhi to accept Wang Ritain's challenge. This battle was destined to become a legendary one in the martial world.

Hearing Wang Xianzhi's response, Wang Ritain's lips curved slightly, revealing a confident smile.