The Heavenly Immortal from Beyond the Sky

Ximen Tinghua stood with his sword held horizontally, steady as a rock. His chest wound did nothing to slow him down.

Wang Xian's earlier punch had indeed left him reeling. It had almost shattered his bones.

But if the sword he had suddenly swung landed on Wang Xian, it wouldn't feel any better.

He simply hadn't expected it.

Wang Xian had said he wouldn't throw punches, yet now he was using the second form of the Plum-Folding Palm taught by his martial uncle.

His body was like a shooting star chasing the moon, like a breeze.

He was as elusive as the bright moon in the night sky, let alone someone who could land a sword strike on him.

Earlier, Wang Xian had relied on his extraordinarily strong body to cleverly withstand Ximen Tinghua's mightiest sword strike.

Although he'd punched his opponent in the chest, the gap between Foundation Establishment and the Nascent Soul Realm was like a mountain. Even after tempering his body to the fifth level of minor mastery, Wang Xian still couldn't overcome it.

If he kept fighting Ximen Tinghua head-on without throwing punches,

even if he used the close-combat techniques he'd learned from Bear Two, he was bound to lose. And he wanted to win this fight for more than just the thousand Spirit Stones.

The Academy elders were here, and so were Duanmu Xi and her daughter.

The sword flashed.

Ximen Tinghua replayed Wang Xian's earlier move in his mind, carefully recalling every detail.

As he savored the astonishing power of Wang Xian's punch, he tried to understand how Wang Xian fought for his life and find a move that could defeat him.

Ximen Tinghua treasured his reputation. He refused to use his higher realm to overpower Wang Xian with an overwhelming blast of spiritual power.

Besides, he was wary of Wang Xian's physical strength.

He wasn't Tang Shisan. How could he believe Wang Xian knew some kind of demonic art?

The only explanation was that the fellow had cultivated a formidable physique, one even stronger than his own.

The thought gave him a start.

The fellow clearly had no intention of having a proper swordsmanship match with him...

Watching Wang Xian dart around the platform like a shooting star, then like a breeze, Ximen Tinghua shouted in fury!

This fellow couldn't be judged by ordinary standards.

If they kept dragging things out like this, he was sure to lose.

He swung his sword, not caring whether it struck Wang Xian, then suddenly drove his left fist forward...

Wang Xian saw Ximen Tinghua draw his sword, but never expected the fellow to suddenly throw a punch just like he had.

Startled,

he assumed the fellow had also trained his body through rigorous physical cultivation.

Without a word, he clenched his left hand and punched with all his might!

As he did, he shouted, "I said, you were the one who threw a punch first..."

Before he could finish, their fists collided in the wind!

BOOM! The blast sent Wang Xian stumbling back two zhang.

Who would have thought that Ximen Tinghua would use the recoil to launch himself toward the plaza like a boulder!

Laughing heartily in midair, he called, "I'm done playing. We'll fight again when you've grown up!"

Damn!

Wang Xian was stunned. Someone had actually taken pity on him!

Damn!!

Everyone in the plaza was stunned. Ximen Tinghua had clearly had the upper hand, yet he'd stopped fighting!

He'd rather forfeit a thousand Spirit Stones than fight Wang Xian.

Why?

Even now, no one could figure out Ximen Tinghua's intentions.

Tell me, where in the world had anyone ever seen a cultivator concede when he clearly had the upper hand?

"Hey, you! Don't go!"

Wang Xian thought, I'm poor, sure, but I'm not so poor that I need your charity. How am I supposed to face anyone after this?

Will Master and Senior Sister scold me when I get back?

Will Bear Two laugh at me?

Just as the hundreds, even thousands, in the plaza gaped in disbelief, thinking the fight had finally come to an end...

A black shadow shot into the sky!

At that instant, Ximen Tinghua was still in midair, drifting down like a leaf.

The black shadow that had shot upward punched at him!

A cold voice barked, "Go back up. Fight again!"

Damn, another tough one! He wouldn't let Ximen Tinghua concede and leave the platform, and had punched him straight back into the sky!

The tremendous force sent Ximen Tinghua hurtling toward Wang Xian...

"Ah..."

Watching the scene in the sky, Tang Shisan couldn't help warning Wang Xian from the platform:

"Wang Xian, look out! He's about to use his ultimate move!"

"Not good! Junior Brother, be careful!"

On the stands, Dantai Xiaoxue sensed how terrifying Ximen Tinghua's move was and couldn't help calling out a warning!

Wang Xian gazed at Ximen Tinghua descending from the sky, looking like an immortal banished from heaven, like a shooting star.

He wondered if his One Sword No Trace could block it.

At that very moment, Bai Youyue's voice came from the Divine Sea: "Do as I say..."

Wang Xian nodded. Just as he was about to kick off the platform—

A streak of golden light burst from within him, forming a faint, almost imperceptible glow beneath his foot...

At that instant, the spring sunlight poured down from the sky, illuminating Wang Xian as he leaped.

Not a single person noticed the sliver of golden light beneath his foot, that inexplicable, mysterious gleam!

BOOM!

Wang Xian seemed like a Spirit Transformation cultivator as he kicked off the platform and shot into the sky!

He held the Shocking God Sword across his chest.

He murmured to himself, as if answering someone's voice!

At that moment, Ximen Tinghua was flying down from high above toward the three-zhang platform. In midair, his spirit sword swept out in front of him, blossoming into a golden flower!

In that instant, Ximen Tinghua, his white robes stained with blood, was an immortal from the heavens!

He waved his spirit sword and said softly, "Heavenly Immortal..."

"Ah! Junior Sister, look, an immortal!"

"Damn!"

Brothers, was that the legendary Heavenly Immortal from Beyond the Sky?

This was insane! Who was that man in black?

He'd actually helped Ximen Tinghua unleash his ultimate move?

It wasn't just Tang Shisan and the thousands of cultivators in the plaza who were stunned!

Even the elders on the stands and Dantai Xiaoxue were stunned!

Who could have imagined that Ximen Tinghua, who had already conceded, would be forced to unleash his ultimate move?

He descended from the sky, wielding the power of heaven and earth as he slashed down with his sword!

The biggest problem was that Ximen Tinghua, up in the sky, possessed strength beyond that of ordinary people.

As he descended, he could unleash countless sword strikes, and almost every one was flawless!

Because he was Ximen Tinghua, a mysterious swordsman.

Dantai Xiaoxue even cried out, "Junior Brother, concede! We don't need the Spirit Stones!"

By then, Wang Xian had already shot into the sky, bolstered by a streak of golden light!

Ximen Tinghua was coming!

As Wang Xian soared into the sky, a confident smile appeared on his face. He said, "This time, I won't use my fists!"

Only at that instant

did Ximen Tinghua's final word, "Immortal!" finally fall.

It echoed across the sky and reverberated through Kunlun, carrying all the way to the peaks above the snowy mountains!

In everyone's eyes, Ximen Tinghua looked like an immortal banished from heaven. His spirit sword had clearly not moved,

yet its attack flowed without end, like fine spring rain.

It seemed soft as silk, yet came slashing in from every angle. Surely no one in the world could withstand this sword!

The Heavenly Immortal from Beyond the Sky!

Unmatched!

Wang Xian, rising into the wind above the platform, looked like a fish leaping upward.

With a light jump, he sought to leap over the Dragon Gate.

It even made people wonder whether this was the body of a cultivator at all—

or a little fish!

Like a little fish leaping over the Dragon Gate, Wang Xian released all his strength in an instant and poured it into the Shocking God Sword.

And so, thousands of eyes saw the sky above the platform—

A pure sword aura slashed forth!

Like a divine dragon surging out from the depths of an abyss!

The sword flashed, ready to startle the gods!