Dare to Forge Heaven and Earth into a Sword

Without a sound, the surface of the lake returned to stillness.

The sharp Sword Intent that had permeated the entire lake dissipated into nothingness, and for a moment, there was neither wind nor waves in this place.

Yu Xiu walked across the water like an immortal descending from the heavens into the mortal realm.

Du Yue, who had been wounded by the Shadow Demon and nearly lost his life, floated on the water, staring wide-eyed at Yu Xiu as he strode across the lake.

It's him...

The young man he had blocked outside the mountains!

But...

It was clear that this was no ordinary youth living by slaying demons; he was a sword cultivator!

A sword cultivator of the Qingwei Sword Sect!

It's over!

To snatch a Shadow Demon from the territory of the Qingwei Sword Sect—he had been saved, it seemed...

But in reality, he might be beyond saving!

He gave a bitter, resigned laugh as he watched Yu Xiu approach across the water: "I truly did not know you were an expert from the Qingwei Sword Sect!"

Unexpectedly, Yu Xiu did not strike him down with a sword.

"Splash!"

His long sword tapped lightly against the surface of the lake, splashing a spray of water that landed on Du Yue, lifting him up and drifting him toward the shore.

Accompanying this was Yu Xiu's light laughter: "I know you harbor no malice."

Otherwise, his Sword Heart would have sensed it, and he would have long since reduced Du Yue to dust with a single strike.

The second stage of the Sword Heart: Sword Sound.

One can hear the Sword of Heaven and Earth; all things in the universe are nothing but swords.

Given Du Yue's strength, he too could be a sword in the eyes of Yu Xiu!

With a light tap of his sword against the lake, the splashing water landed on both Du Yue and Old Man Yan, carrying them both toward the shore.

Old Man Yan coughed up a mouthful of blood, and before he had even landed, he looked at Du Yue in shock: "You said you drove away two young boys—was it him?"

You dog, you really had the guts to do that!

That was a sword cultivator of the Qingwei Sword Sect; did he understand what a sword cultivator meant?

Looking at the two Shadow Demons that had nearly killed them on the lake, now reduced to green smoke, he should have understood what a sword cultivator was, and what it meant to possess the most lethal killing intent!

No joke—whenever one encountered those sword cultivators of the Qingwei Sword Sect with heavy killing intent, given Du Yue's method of driving people away, the moment he opened his mouth, he would have been split in two!

Body in half, soul in half!

"How was I supposed to know he was a sword cultivator from the Qingwei Sword Sect? You're the one who knows fear, am I not afraid?" Du Yue's heart was still trembling; even the Shadow Demons in Tantan Lake had not terrified him to this degree.

"And you, you damn old man, what happened to the forty percent chance of winning you promised? You couldn't even hold out for four moves!" Du Yue retorted.

"Couldn't hold out for four moves?" Old Man Yan sneered: "How do you know I didn't have a trump card?"

"If not for that sword cultivator from the Qingwei Sword Sect intervening, I could have held out for at least five moves once I revealed my trump card."

Du Yue: "Screw your mother, I'm a dog if I ever believe you again."

Old Man Yan ignored Du Yue and suddenly opened his palm to look at the small green insect within; it was still flapping its wings, still pointing toward the center of the lake.

His expression changed drastically, and he looked up abruptly: "There is still a Water Demon..."

Before he could finish, the lake surface that had just returned to calm suddenly exploded. A thousand acres of lake water seemed to come alive, transforming into a massive hand that lunged at Yu Xiu.

Right beneath his feet, in a mere heartbeat, the giant hand was already upon him!

There was no warning; the eruption was far too sudden!

It was so sudden that the hearts of Old Man Yan and Du Yue on the shore felt as if they were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand!

"The Water Demon is treacherous; it actually launched a sneak attack!"

"It's over, that sword cultivator from the Qingwei Sword Sect is in danger!"

However, Yu Xiu, standing upon the lake, merely gave a mocking laugh: "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Boom!"

Without warning, the thousand acres of lake water that had come alive and transformed into a giant hand exploded, revealing a peerless, sharp Sword Intent.

It was not one strand, nor ten, but hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands.

In the end, it acted like a fuse, rapidly spreading throughout the entire lake.

Countless invisible Sword Intents boiled within the water, severing everything in their path.

Even the formless water was shredded and shredded again under this boiling Sword Intent.

"You bastard, your Sword Intent never dissipated—you were fishing for me!" A low, furious voice roared from beneath the lake.

But why, even though this sword cultivator's Sword Qi had already permeated the entire great lake, was there not a shred of sharpness or ferocity to be felt?

This made no sense!

Yu Xiu's eyes brightened: "Found you!"

"Clang!"

The sound of the sword was as clear and resonant as the roar of a dragon or a tiger. In Yu Xiu's hand, it seemed to transform into a long rainbow, slashing toward the great lake.

It was clearly only a single strike, yet invisibly, it felt as if ten thousand swords were being swung at the same time.

Even the lake water seemed to turn into swords, with astonishing Sword Qi erupting to pull at the Sword Qi already permeating the water, merging the inside with the outside.

In the end, this astonishing Sword Qi—whether it came from Yu Xiu himself or from the lake water—all condensed with the strike Yu Xiu had unleashed into a singular, overwhelming momentum.

"Boom!"

Beneath the lake, pitch-black demonic aura erupted, clashing with the Sword Qi, only to be continuously ground away by the peerless, sharp intent.

"Water also becomes a sword? You sword cultivator, what immense audacity! Do you intend to make this heaven and earth the sword in your hand as well?" The low roar from beneath the water continued to sound, though its aura had clearly plummeted by a significant margin.

It was impossible to see clearly within the water, and the Sword Qi was so blinding that it was equally impossible to see.

The Sword Qi was formless, and even harder to perceive; on the shore, Du Yue and Old Man Yan were already dumbstruck, losing all sense of the world around them.

They only saw Yu Xiu strike, the rainbow light obscuring the sun, the vast expanse of the lake being slashed into pieces by invisible swords, yet it also seemed as if the lake water itself were the sword—they couldn't tell, they truly couldn't tell!

They had just heard the Water Demon's low roar from the lake bottom, and by the time they reacted, Yu Xiu had already sheathed his sword.

Looking at the lake surface again, only black smoke remained, rising into the air!

That Water Demon, who had never even shown its face, was already dead!

What was the strength of the Water Demon at the bottom of the lake?

What did it look like?

They knew nothing at all!

Perhaps, only the sword in Yu Xiu's hand knew!

Yu Shang, who had been watching from afar, had witnessed a grand spectacle and couldn't help but marvel inwardly: "What fine swordsmanship! What fine Sword Qi!"

If asked what made the swordsmanship good, he wouldn't know how to answer.

Because although Yu Xiu had only struck twice, he had seen the shadows of at least ten sword techniques and two sword formulas within those two strikes!

It went without saying that although Yu Xiu had not yet created a sword technique unique to himself, the many techniques in his hands had already broken free from their inherent frameworks, flowing naturally and moving according to his will.

A casual strike was the essence of various sword techniques fused into one.

It appeared to be one sword, but for those lacking sufficient strength, no one could tell exactly how many swords it truly was!

As for the Sword Qi, while formless, it was clearly sharp and fierce, and its momentum was vast and expansive—it was clearly not something an ordinary sword cultivator who had only just begun to grasp Sword Qi could compare to!

Therefore, it was fine swordsmanship!

Fine Sword Qi!

It stirred in Yu Shang a sense of envy, a feeling of "though I cannot reach it, my heart yearns for it."