A Sword That Cleaved Through the Void

Wang Xian's voice was very soft, very soft.

So soft that even he could barely hear it himself.

Yet it rang clearly in the ears of every prodigy and elder, both atop the platform and across the square.

One sword.

Even if Wang Xian had now broken through to the late Golden Core realm, he likely could not determine victory or defeat against Huangfu Xiaoxing, who was at the fifth level of the Nascent Soul realm, with a single sword strike!

Those words overturned everyone's understanding.

They left everyone utterly stunned!

Some even began to wonder whether their own cultivation and realms were fake.

Was a Foundation Establishment cultivator like Wang Xian the only true measure of cultivation?

Dongfang Nishang, seated in the stands, glanced at the clouds in the sky, a trace of chill appearing on her face.

She coldly called out, "Wang Xian, since you still have a journey to make, let's settle victory and defeat with one move!"

The crowd was stunned once more.

The Sword Sect elder had made the final decision on Wang Xian's behalf, as well as on behalf of the two elders from Hundred Flowers Valley.

Looking at the unwilling Baili Yuhuang, Dongfang Nishang shook her head.

She said coldly, "Since Wang Xian has said he will give the sword to my senior brother, I guarantee that this sword will not leave Kunlun. If you want it, have your sect master come and take it himself!"

With those words, she cut off any further thoughts from the two of them.

It was also a promise to all cultivators under heaven that Wang Xian would hand the Netherworld Sword over to her master.

Whatever grudges there were would be settled by the Valley Master of Hundred Flowers Valley and the old Daoist of Kunlun Daoist Temple.

Baili Yuhuang nodded gently. "I understand. Thank you."

Dantai Xiaoxue waved her little hand. "Junior Brother, you may make your move!"

The mountain wind swept through the air.

It stirred their robes, beautiful as a painting, fierce as fire.

In Tang Shisan's eyes, Wang Xian did not resemble a youth at the Foundation Establishment realm.

He was more like an old Daoist at the Spirit Transformation realm.

Huangfu Xiaoxing held a flower petal between his fingers and lightly inhaled its faint fragrance.

He felt that he did not belong among the flowers of Kunlun Snow Mountain, but was more like a wild weed from Netherworld Valley.

Although he and Senior Sister would remain here to cultivate in the future.

For now, however, he had to fight!

He had no choice. This was his fate!

Dusk drew near at the horizon.

Wang Xian looked up at the sky, and a surge of heroic spirit rose within him.

If he were in the mountains near the Daoist temple, he would have raised his voice in a roar to call Bear Two over, so they could admire the setting sun together.

And so, at this moment, he wanted to go home.

He opened his throat and roared, "Come, let me see your sword!"

The moment his mind was free of distractions and his roar rang out, a stream of sword qi suddenly struck!

Huangfu Xiaoxing, who had not possessed absolute confidence when facing the Netherworld Sword, had finally seized that fleeting instant and attacked with a single sword strike.

Since the two had agreed to decide victory and defeat with one sword, it made no difference who drew first, or whether the other had time to react. The outcome would be the same.

That sword was too fast, so fast that Wang Xian had no time to react at all.

So he could only answer with an even more forceful method.

He could originally have used Meteor Chasing the Moon to evade that sword strike!

Even if he could not block it, he could at least delay it for a moment and give himself a chance to counterattack.

But if he did that, he would lose.

He had only agreed to one sword strike with his opponent. He wanted that single strike to decide victory and defeat.

With one sword, he would shock the disciples of Hundred Flowers Valley so thoroughly that they would never dare provoke him again.

Thus, he did not look at the sword strike rushing toward him. Instead, without the slightest hesitation, he swung his own sword forward.

Sword, come!

It was incomparably tyrannical, and also his strongest sword strike!

It was like how he stood beneath the snow pine before the Daoist temple every day, tirelessly waiting for a snowflake to drift quietly down from the sky.

Then swung his sword to cleave it apart!

Huangfu Xiaoxing was the same.

This sword strike, accumulated for so long, undoubtedly contained every sword technique he had learned in his life!

He wanted the two elders of Hundred Flowers Valley to know that he could do it—that he possessed the power to cut through everything before him!

At the instant he slashed out with this sword, he even felt his swordsmanship break through in a flash, entering an unfamiliar realm.

It seemed to be... yes, his master had spoken of this before. It was called the unity of man and sword.

His straight slash was like the setting sun on the horizon!

Before one could see it clearly, it had already vanished from sight.

Sword qi suddenly appeared!

Before Wang Xian could recover his senses, Huangfu Xiaoxing condensed another fresh strand of sword qi as he delivered his first strike, slashing out again in succession!

Before the first sword arrived, the second had already been unleashed!

To the thousand people in the square, it looked as though Wang Xian on the platform had not even had time to draw his sword and block Huangfu Xiaoxing's strike!

He had been pierced clean through by the other's sword, and some of the more timid girls could not help screaming.

But they had forgotten one thing: Wang Xian's spirit sword had no sheath!

Before his opponent had even drawn his sword, Wang Xian had already stored the Netherworld Sword's scabbard in his storage ring.

Now, he had no reservations. Nothing stood in his way!

Yet by the time everyone saw this, it was ultimately already too late.

Huangfu Xiaoxing's sword had already passed through his chest...

Blood splattered?

No. Not a single drop of blood fell from Wang Xian.

At the instant he charged forward, the space before him seemed to stretch infinitely.

It stretched into a straight line, and he became one with that line.

Amid the crowd's cries of shock, he vanished from everyone's sight.

Naturally, he vanished from Huangfu Xiaoxing's eyes as well.

In Dongfang Nishang's eyes, Wang Xian on the platform seemed to have leapt out of this world in an instant, arriving at some moment in the future!

Just as Huangfu Xiaoxing froze in inexplicable astonishment.

A sound of sword qi piercing the void rang out behind him, swift as lightning!

At the instant that sound rang out.

Wang Xian slashed with a sword strike over his shoulder.

Even against an opponent at the fifth level of Nascent Soul, he still only delivered a single sword strike amid wind and snow.

That strike pierced the void, carrying a blaze on the verge of erupting as it came in an instant from the end of the heavens!

To Dongfang Nishang, Wang Xian had clearly drawn his sword, yet the Netherworld Sword still remained in his hand.

The sword strike that pierced the void did not become a streak of light and slash toward Huangfu Xiaoxing's back or head!

It was merely like a slender silver needle, pricking the wrist of the hand holding his spirit sword!

To everyone present, Wang Xian had clearly drawn his sword, yet it was as though that sword had never been swung at all.

"Clang!"

Huangfu Xiaoxing's spirit sword fell onto the bluestone slabs of the thirty-foot platform, letting out a crisp, mournful cry.

And Wang Xian had already stepped down from the platform.

He waved to everyone.

Then quietly said, "Goodbye!"

Goodbye!

Above the square and amid the snow-covered mountains, only those two words echoed and spread in an instant.

They traveled to the southern side of Kunlun, to his master and Bear Two's ears, and into the ears of everyone above and below the square.

Above and below the platform, there was dead silence.

Meng Xiaolou raised his brows as he watched Wang Xian walk toward the mountain gate.

He could not help saying, "Hey, will we still see each other again someday?"

Ximen Tinghua thought for a moment before saying, "I'll wait for you to grow stronger."

Tang Shisan laughed loudly. "Wang Xian, maybe in a few days, we'll go to the Daoist temple to play with you!"

Wang Xian waved his hand without saying a word.

Dongfang Nishang was stunned. She had not expected this guy to leave just like that, without even greeting the elders of Hundred Flowers Valley.

Duanmu Xi was also stunned. She had not expected Wang Xian to run faster than a rabbit.

Dantai Xiaoxue thought for a moment, then cried out, "Junior Brother, wait for me!"

"Whoosh!"

Before she could leap into the air, a white figure behind her shot out from the stands in an instant, swift as lightning!

Like a wisp of wandering ghost, it pounced in the direction Wang Xian had vanished.

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