Siege, Xiantian Qi

Wang Xuan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Every hair on his body stood on end, and a fine layer of goosebumps broke out across his skin. The chill of death crawled up the back of his neck, enveloping him completely. His heart hammered against his ribs, his throat constricted, and he felt as though his heart might burst right out of his chest.

He had barely managed to dodge the previous twenty-meter-long icy blade aura by relying on his movement techniques.

Yet, the hair-thin, blindingly bright sword line before him left his entire body rigid. Wherever the sword line passed, the air, the sand, and even the scattered true energy in the atmosphere were silently erased, as if that patch of space had never existed in the first place.

He couldn't dodge it.

The moment this thought surfaced, Wang Xuan's mind suddenly went quiet with a "hum."

The extreme terror did not crush him; instead, it forced out a state of near-cold clarity. In this desperate situation, a thought abruptly emerged, and he recalled a certain possibility.

As his thoughts stirred, his talent quietly activated, and a pale blue panel appeared before his eyes without warning:

[Small Formless Art (Limit)]

[Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Sovereign Skill (Limit)]

He ignored the bloating pain in his body caused by maxing out two divine skills and locked his gaze onto the panel.

The next second, the panel flickered slightly, and four large characters slowly emerged:

[Free and Unfettered Wind]

"As expected!" A surge of joy filled Wang Xuan's heart, and he growled inwardly through gritted teeth, "Talent, let me see your limit! Max it out for me!"

[Free and Unfettered Wind (Level 6)]

A warm current exploded within his body, rushing through his meridians. However, the cultivation of Free and Unfettered Wind stopped at the sixth level. The subsequent three levels, along with the limit beyond the ninth, seemed blocked by an invisible barrier; no matter how he pushed, they remained completely unmoved.

If one relies on the truth of heaven and earth, rides the changes of the six qi, and wanders in the infinite, what would one have to depend on?

At the same time, a drastic change occurred within his body: the meridians that were nearly bursting from the two maxed-out divine skills expanded rapidly under the scouring of the warm current. Deep within his dantian, a brand-new true energy quietly condensed, and the moment it took form, it began to frantically expand his sea of qi.

In the blink of an eye, his dantian became like a dark abyss. The miscellaneous true energy from the Divine Illumination Scripture, Indestructible Diamond Divine Skill, Energy Absorption Technique, and Six Meridian Divine Sword were all pulled by an invisible force, gathering into the abyss to be compressed and transformed.

Everything was pushing toward the realm of Great Grandmaster, but just as he was about to break through that threshold, it came to an abrupt halt, as if an invisible wall stood before him. No matter how he gathered his strength, he could not step past it.

He knew clearly that this was the ceiling of the plot world: the Ninth Heaven of Grandmaster.

Regretful as he was, Wang Xuan's movements were not the least bit slow. He reversed the flow of true energy through his meridians, using the void as his sea and his energy as his boat. His figure suddenly became weightless, defying common sense as he rose into the air like a wisp of green smoke.

His movement technique was devoid of any obstruction, graceful as a startled swan. His speed reached the extreme, leaving a sky full of afterimages behind him, each one clear and lifelike. From afar, he looked somewhat like a flying immortal descending to the mortal world. This was the power of Free and Unfettered Wind: moving through the air without external force, turning at will, and moving so fast that he was impossible to track.

The moment he left the ground, that extremely thin, bright, pure white sword line streaked across the sky.

In an instant, all sound vanished. Wherever the sword line passed, all matter, energy, and true energy were silently erased, leaving a bottomless, mirror-smooth trench in the sand, without even the sound of crumbling grit.

Chu Lingtian's face turned deathly pale. His talent was extremely polarized; he possessed high comprehension for the sword dao but was mediocre in all other aspects.

Feeling the burning, searing pain in his meridians, he knew that while Sword Separating the World was incredibly powerful, its side effects were equally severe. Few in the Royal Clan could even practice this martial art.

He had assumed this strike would surely succeed, yet he hadn't even touched the hem of Wang Xuan's clothes.

"Stop watching the damn show!" Chu Lingtian's voice was sharp and shrill, carrying unconcealable agitation. "This guy is not right! He struggled to dodge the Six Styles of Proud Cold before, but now he can dodge my Sword Separating the World? This has already exceeded the limits of the plot world! If you don't want the mission to fail, all of you, attack!"

Heavenly Will Four Symbols Art! Mighty Dragon Divine Palm! Clone Demon Shadow! Dragon Riding Slash! Six Styles of Proud Cold!

Before his voice faded, several figures on the high platform erupted simultaneously, unleashing various divine skills one after another. The Heavenly Will Four Symbols Art stirred celestial phenomena, the Mighty Dragon Divine Palm condensed into dragon shapes that tore through the sky, the Clone Demon Shadow conjured hundreds of figures, the Dragon Riding Slash poured down like a waterfall of sword qi, and the icy energy of the Six Styles of Proud Cold made the air tremble.

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In an instant, the atmosphere was filled with chaos, and the heavens and earth changed color.

Wang Xuan stood in the air, his sleeves fluttering lightly. Using the ethereal nature of Free and Unfettered Wind, he dodged flexibly amidst the sky-filling onslaught, appearing remarkably at ease.

As the rain of swords poured down, he moved like a swimming fish, side-stepping and spinning; every movement was perfectly timed. Several fierce dragon-shaped palm forces whistled toward him, but he didn't dodge or block, merely tilting his body slightly to let the energy from the palm winds deflect his trajectory, causing the attacks to miss by a hair's breadth. As for that twenty-meter-long icy blade aura, it had become the most useless move, hacking fruitlessly into the ground and kicking up sand without even brushing his clothes.

The first to close in was the member of the Royal Clan wielding the Clone Demon Shadow.

Hundreds of figures lunged from all directions, each one lifelike, completely sealing off Wang Xuan's escape angles.

Wang Xuan brushed his right hand against his waist, drawing Spring Rain on a Small Building. The intent of the Divine Blade Slash instantly enveloped the entire field.

This strike condensed the essence of the Eight Linked Styles of the Wish-Fulfilling Heavenly Demon. It was devoid of any flashy excess, refined to the extreme. With a flash of the blade, all hundred clones were struck simultaneously, splitting down the middle and shattering like bubbles.

Yet, from within the shattered figures, even more phantoms split off, continuous and seemingly endless.

Just then, a palm shadow emerged quietly from Wang Xuan's blind spot behind him, landing solidly on his back.

The palm force was cold and bone-chilling, piercing straight into his meridians—clearly a ruthless technique designed to break internal true energy.

"Clang!"

A sound like a tolling bell rang out. Wang Xuan spun in the air, drifting a dozen zhang away.

That palm force should have caused his blood to reverse and his mind to lose focus, but having just mastered Free and Unfettered Wind, he was already circulating his true energy in reverse. Combined with the constant protection of the Indestructible Diamond Divine Skill, the strike felt like nothing more than a light tap.

The young man from the Royal Clan who had used the Distraction Palm saw his pupils shrink, the joy on his face freezing into utter disbelief.

Thunder boomed in the sky, and dark clouds rolled. A phantom image of a dharma body drew upon the lightning, turning it into a palm that blotted out the sun as it pressed down toward Wang Xuan. It was the Thunder God's Wrath from the Heavenly Will Four Symbols Art.

Wang Xuan looked up, both palms striking out. He unleashed the moves of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms in succession: Flying Dragon in the Sky, Dragon Appearing in the Field, Swan Gradually Landing on the Shore, Hidden Dragon Do Not Use, Shocking a Hundred Miles, and Dragon Repents. The force of the six palms stacked, and golden dragon shadows roared across the sky, meeting the giant palm that covered the heavens.

Boom!

A deafening explosion rang out, and the shockwave rolled forth like a tsunami.

A domineering bolt of lightning energy pierced through the gap in the clashing palm forces, drilling into Wang Xuan's body and causing his blood to surge, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He used this immense force to pivot his body, drifting dozens of feet backward before steadily regaining his footing.

Before he could even catch his breath, a dense swarm of phantoms surrounded him once more. Palm shadows flew across the sky, a mix of illusion and reality, with only one being the true form, striking from a tricky angle with a bone-chilling, sinister force.

Yet, compared to ultimate killing moves like the Heavenly Will Four Symbols Art or Sword Separating the World, the combination of Clone Demon Shadow and Distraction Palm was, in Wang Xuan's eyes, simply not enough.

He decided to stop dodging altogether, letting the opponent's palm shadows land on him while simultaneously activating the Energy Absorption Technique, turning the area within five feet of his body into an invisible absorption field.

As the layers of the absorption field stacked, those ghostly, swift phantoms saw their speed plummet the moment they entered the range; their movements turned rigid, and one after another, they shattered with a series of soft popping sounds.

In the blink of an eye, the phantoms dissipated completely, revealing the true form of the Royal Clan youth in the center, his face ashen.

He was frantically circulating his cultivation technique, a layer of pearlescent Xiantian Qi manifesting on his skin to desperately resist the pull of the absorption field.

Wang Xuan's eyes turned cold as he slashed out with his blade; sixty-four blade lights converged into a single line in mid-air, slicing straight through. That seemingly impenetrable Xiantian Qi shattered instantly before this line of light, like a bubble.

One Blade Splits All.

The Energy Absorption Technique was simultaneously unleashed at full power. The Royal Clan youth didn't even have time to scream before his entire body was drained of blood and internal energy. The massive surge of blood and energy, exceeding that of a peak Grandmaster, poured into Wang Xuan's body, yet faced with a dantian that had become like an abyss, it didn't even cause a hint of bloating.

On the panel, three new martial arts quietly appeared:

[Xiantian Qi]

[Clone Demon Shadow]

[Distraction Palm]

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