One Sword Startles Gods

As he charged into the sky, Wang Xian didn't dare let his guard down for even an instant.

He was in midair, surging upward!

He paid no heed to the sword descending from above, slashing toward him!

Only then did he realize that, in that fleeting moment, he possessed a mighty power—a power that wasn't his!

The move seemed ordinary, yet it held supreme power!

If that sword struck him, he would be reduced to nothing!

Tang Shisan, standing in the plaza, was stunned!

In her eyes, Wang Xian seemed at that moment like a demon god from the depths of an abyss, and yet also like a divine dragon!

No, neither was right!

Before she could get a better look, the spirit sword in Wang Xian's hand had already flashed out!

He quietly spoke four words!

Four words only Ximen Tinghua could hear!

At his words, Ximen Tinghua furrowed her brows.

Her spirit sword shifted its course in midair. Her whole body became a spirit sword capable of cleaving heaven and earth, and she slashed straight at Wang Xian as he surged into the sky!

Wang Xian smiled faintly and thrust out the Divine Sword in his hand!

In the eyes of Duanmu Xi and Yun Yiluo—

At that instant, Wang Xian's entire body transformed into a Divine Sword soaring into the sky!

No, that wasn't right!

Everyone witnessed the miracle!

Dongfang Nishang, Dongfang Feihong, and Yan Ruobing—all of them, even every elder and disciple in the stands!

Wang Xian soared into the sky, his whole body shining with golden light!

His entire being transformed into a Divine Sword.

He slashed straight toward the ninth heaven!

To the Wang elder of Tianshan Xuantian Sect and the group of disciples, it looked as though—

At that moment, Wang Xian had become one with the sect's mountain-guarding Divine Sword, which had been missing for ten years!

Wang Xian, sword and man as one, soared into the sky.

He murmured four words, then thrust out the Stunning God Sword in his hand!

Straight at the heavenly immortal descending from above, as if banished from the celestial realm!

In everyone's eyes, a Divine Sword shot into the sky from the three-zhang-high platform, intent on striking down that heavenly immortal!

Tang Shisan murmured, "Meng Xiaolou, look at the immortal!"

The black-clad Meng Xiaolou stood behind her and murmured, "Only a monster like that is worth my making a move!"

Dantai Xiaoxue muttered to herself, "Elder Martial Uncle, my junior brother turned into a sword!"

Dongfang Nishang sighed softly. "As expected. How could the ten years in the Heavenly Book be something cultivators of the mortal world could ever imagine?"

Just as everyone was lost in their own thoughts—

A sound rang out from the sky: "Clang!" The crisp, ringing collision made everyone's eardrums ache!

At last, those with sharp eyes saw the two spirit swords collide in midair!

Like needles meeting needles, the tips of the two swords met in the tiniest fraction of an instant...

They met in midair, their points clashing!

For one breath, time seemed to stand still!

Everyone—including Ximen Tinghua, who looked like a heavenly immortal—hung motionless in the sky for that instant!

The elders in the stands still had their raised hands suspended in midair...

Hundreds upon hundreds of hands in the plaza were still raised in cheers!

Screams!

"Boom!"

With that sound, time sprang back to life.

A clash too fast to follow unfolded, like great and small pearls tumbling onto a jade plate!

Guided by the voice in his Divine Sea, Wang Xian swung his sword and blocked the incoming heavenly immortal!

Ximen Tinghua, still in midair, seemed to have clashed with Wang Xian in another punch before flying backward, like an immortal from the ninth heaven.

She slowly descended toward the plaza.

This time, neither Tang Shisan nor Meng Xiaolou stepped in to help Ximen Tinghua return to the platform.

After three moves, even if the two had fought to a draw, Ximen Tinghua had still lost!

A Nascent Soul Realm cultivator had actually clashed swords in midair with Wang Xian, a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator, and neither had gained the upper hand!

In everyone's eyes, Ximen Tinghua had lost!

But Wang Xian still hadn't stopped. Like a Stunning God Sword, he charged straight toward the firmament, soaring ever higher!

At that instant, everyone stared in stunned silence!

The sunlight above was so dazzling it blinded hundreds of pairs of eyes!

Dongfang Nishang took Dantai Xiaoxue's hand and held her in her arms. "Your junior brother is a monster!"

A monster—was he even human?

Bro, wasn't Wang Xian only at Foundation Establishment Realm?

Holy crap, was he about to ascend in broad daylight?

No way! How old was he?

Senior Sister, was he some young Daoist from a temple?

Duanmu Xi glanced at Sima Jue, whose eyes were tightly shut. At that instant, a bitterness she couldn't describe welled up inside her.

It wouldn't go away.

A faint voice sounded in his Divine Sea: "Watch carefully. One day, you'll be able to do this yourself—to unleash a sword strike that unites heaven and man!"

Wang Xian nodded slightly. "I want to become stronger!"

By then, Ximen Tinghua had landed in the plaza. Standing beside Tang Shisan and Meng Xiaolou, she looked up at Wang Xian as he continued toward the firmament!

She gazed at that Stunning God Sword!

As they watched, Tang Shisan suddenly said, "Ximen Tinghua, next time you'll die. Believe it or not?"

Meng Xiaolou smiled faintly. "Interesting. I want to fight him!"

Tang Shisan paused at his words, then laughed. "You're rich as an old lord. You go ahead!"

Ximen Tinghua looked up at Wang Xian in the sky without saying a word.

Because he alone had heard the four words Wang Xian had spoken to him.

He murmured, "One Sword Startles Gods!"

Before Dongfang Nishang could soar into the sky, a cloud drifted across it.

A cloud like a lotus caught Wang Xian as he plunged down. The turbulence he had just stirred up gradually died away.

To everyone watching, it looked like a cloud had drifted in from the horizon.

A cloud as white as a lotus carried the boy who had soared into the sky slowly back down...

By now, Wang Xian had put away the Stunning God Sword.

With his eyes half closed, he quietly felt the sword technique he had just used!

Just then, Dongfang Nishang's voice reached his ears: "Wang Xian, you should return the spirit sword to Mystic Heaven Sect!"

"No, pay us first!"

That was Dantai Xiaoxue's voice: "Elder Wang said that as long as Senior Brother returned the sword, he'd give us five thousand Spirit Stones..."

Hearing the master and disciple talking, the thousand people in the plaza remembered that the Mystic Heaven Sect elder really had said that.

It seemed Wang Xian owed his feat today to Mystic Heaven Sect's mountain-guarding Divine Sword!

Wang Ruowang was still so excited he could barely contain himself. He took out a Storage Ring and handed it to Dantai Xiaoxue.

He said, "There are more than five thousand Spirit Stones in here. Thank you, young lady, for helping me get the Stunning God Sword back!"

Dantai Xiaoxue smiled sweetly. "Don't worry, Elder Wang... Junior Brother, hurry down. We've got the money, so you should return Mystic Heaven Sect's sword!"

Hearing her say that left everyone in stitches.

And yet, no one objected.

After all, Wang Xian could have kept the sword to himself. He could simply have borrowed one from an elder of Kunlun Sword Sect.

To be fair, Mystic Heaven Sect was the one getting the better deal.

Like a lotus, Wang Xian finally landed quietly on the three-zhang-high platform.

He looked at the thousand people surrounding the platform, then toward the stands nearby. His lips moved, but in the end, he said nothing.

He simply flicked his hand, turned the Stunning God Sword around, and sent it flying toward the stands!

At that instant, time seemed to stretch out.

At least to the elders and disciples of Mystic Heaven Sect, it seemed to drag on endlessly.

That instant felt like ten years.

Everyone's breathing seemed magnified beyond measure, as if the whole world held nothing but the sound of their breaths.

As they watched the spirit sword slowly fly toward the stands, their eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Everyone knew that trading five thousand Spirit Stones for a mountain-guarding Divine Sword missing for ten years was simply unbelievable.

Dantai Xiaoxue reached out and caught the hilt.

Then she exclaimed, "What a Stunning God Sword! Here, take it. This time, put it away properly. Don't let anyone steal it again!"

Wang Ruowang held out trembling hands and took the spirit sword.

He took out a silk handkerchief and carefully wiped it down before gently sheathing it.

As he put the sword away, he clasped his hands toward Wang Xian on the platform. "Thank you, Wang Xian!"

Wang Xian waved a hand without saying a word.

He only said to Dantai Xiaoxue, "Senior Sister, I want to..."

"Hold it!"

Just then, a shadow shot out of the plaza like a whirlwind, hurtling toward Wang Xian...