Though my long sword was broken, I still had the strength for one more blade.
The waters off Wudi City.
Deng Tai'a stood among the crowd, his eyes fixed intently on Wang Ritain out at sea.
His gaze held the admiration he had once felt for Wang Ritain's talent.
No matter what danger he had faced in the past, Deng Tai'a had always remained calm and composed. But today, Wang Ritain's displayed strength made it difficult for him to maintain that composure.
"How can Wang Ritain have grown this strong in such a short time? It's truly unbelievable!"
Deng Tai'a murmured to himself, his voice tinged with amazement.
Cao Changqing stood nearby, equally stunned into silence. He looked at Wang Ritain with a complicated expression. Wang Ritain's strength had grown far too quickly. In a single night, he had forced Wang Xianzhi to bring both hands fully into play. Cao Changqing could only admit his inferiority. "If I were in Wang Ritain's place, I'm afraid I couldn't do this without risking my life." Cao Changqing shook his head slightly, marveling to himself.
Yu Xinlang sat cross-legged atop the city tower, his eyes closed, his face full of helplessness. He had still harbored a faint hope of defeating Wang Ritain, but now that hope had been completely extinguished. "When Wang Ritain fought me yesterday, he was still holding back so much. Now it's clear that the gap between us is more than just a little." Yu Xinlang sighed softly, filled with awe at Wang Ritain's strength.
Out at sea, Wang Ritain's Sword Twenty-Three had run its course, its remaining power gradually fading as the golden Nascent Soul vanished. Seeing this, the crowd began to murmur, convinced Wang Ritain could no longer fight and that the battle was about to end. But just then, a terrifying demonic aura suddenly surged from Wang Ritain. Like black flames, it blazed and engulfed him. The crowd started, only now remembering that the first art Wang Ritain had displayed was not swordsmanship, but saber techniques.
Wang Ritain slowly reached out and grasped the long saber at his waist. His movements were slow but resolute.
As he slowly drew the saber, a powerful aura instantly spread through the area around Wudi City.
Standing on the sea, Wang Xianzhi watched Wang Ritain draw his saber. He still looked unruffled, but deep down, he had gained a measure of respect for Wang Ritain. "Wang Ritain really does have another card up his sleeve," Wang Xianzhi said softly, his voice carrying a hint of praise. Then Wang Xianzhi unleashed a terrifying force. He plunged both hands into the sea and poured his vast true qi into the water without pause. In an instant, the sea boiled and churned violently.
Feeling the pressure Wang Xianzhi exerted, Wang Ritain's fighting spirit burned even hotter.
His demonic aura grew denser, his eyes turned crimson, and killing intent surged through him like a raging tide. The crowd stared at Wang Ritain in amazement. "Wang Ritain's Demonic Cultivation Art is so powerful! It must be a cultivation method that leads straight to the Land Immortal Realm," one martial artist said, his voice trembling.
Standing in the distance, Xuanyuan Dapan watched Wang Ritain and secretly congratulated himself. "Good thing Wang Ritain fought Wang Xianzhi first. With his current strength, I'm afraid I'd be hard-pressed to stop him." A hint of apprehension flashed in Xuanyuan Dapan's eyes.
Wang Ritain's demonic flames soared as he swept his saber through the air. Demons howled and vengeful souls wailed, their cries ringing across the heavens. Ordinary martial artists felt their true qi churning inside them, leaving them terribly uncomfortable. The younger martial artists grew so pale they could barely stay on their feet. Wang Ritain stared at Wang Xianzhi and shouted, "Wang Xianzhi, today I'll use this saber technique to challenge you in the martial way!" With that, Wang Ritain drew a deep breath and unleashed the Seven Demonic Blades in a single breath.
Seven streams of saber qi appeared, like seven black dragons roaring as they charged at Wang Xianzhi. Wherever they passed, the sea split apart, leaving deep trenches behind. Black demonic qi blocked everyone's view, leaving them unable to see what was happening on the water. Standing among the crowd, Deng Tai'a felt his heart jolt. He could sense the terrifying power contained in those seven streams of saber qi.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Seven thunderous crashes rang out over the sea. The saber qi shattered the water dragons Wang Xianzhi had created, pulverizing the waves they had raised. Seven terrifying saber marks were left on Wudi City's walls. The demonic aura and saber qi lingering within them made people's scalps crawl.
The crowd stared at the saber marks on the city walls, marveling in shock. "Who could withstand these seven strikes? Their power is simply defiant of the heavens!" one martial artist exclaimed.
The older Finger Profound Realm experts all shook their heads. "We couldn't even withstand the demonic aura leaking from a single strike. If Wang Ritain survives this battle, he's destined to become a great power in his own right," an old man said in a low voice.
Deng Tai'a and Cao Changqing were just as shaken by the terrifying power of Wang Ritain's demonic saber. They gazed at Wang Ritain out at sea, filled with awe. The Twelve Martial Slaves and Yu Xinlang saw the saber marks on the city walls and understood all too well that Wang Ritain's strength had far surpassed anything they had imagined. They could no longer hope to stand against him.
Huang Longshi stood to one side, already numb from the shock Wang Ritain had caused him. He gazed at Wang Ritain and thought to himself, Wang Ritain's strength is enough to sway the balance of the entire martial world. Like Wang Xianzhi, he can overturn what is destined. Huang Longshi's eyes—
Xuanyuan Dapan's expression shifted unpredictably, his heart tight with tension. He stared at Wang Ritain, unable to believe he possessed such frightening strength. Wang Ritain must not be allowed to live! Otherwise, he'll become a great threat. Xuanyuan Dapan told himself in secret.
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