I, Xiao Wuji, Had Only One Sword

Xiao Wuji laid out the situation and said, "The Spirit Hall Empire should play to its strengths. Send one army to keep the Heaven Dou Empire occupied, then use elite Soul Masters to subdue the Star Luo Empire as quickly as possible. Once that's done, dealing with the Heaven Dou Empire will be much easier."

"You're a Titled Douluo now, yet your outlook is still so short-sighted." Bibi Dong snorted. "As long as the Spirit Hall Empire destroys the Heaven Dou Empire, with its countless Soul Masters, the Star Luo Empire will naturally surrender at the first sign of trouble."

"I hope it goes as you say, Teacher." Xiao Wuji sighed.

After becoming the Spirit Hall's Pope and preparing to inherit the Rakshasa Godhood and ascend to godhood, Bibi Dong had long been determined to unify the continent.

She set aside her disciple's doubts for the moment and quickly read on, searching for the outcome of the war.

The farther Bibi Dong read, the more alarmed she became. The army suffered defeat after defeat. Though she and Angel God Qian Renxue had killed Sea God Tang San, she had also been greatly weakened.

After three days of recuperation, just as she and Qian Renxue thought victory was assured, Tang San not only came back to life through the gods' covert machinations, but also inherited the Asura Godhood.

Qian Renxue died, while she herself was gravely wounded.

"He died?" Bibi Dong's heart gave a jolt, and she felt enveloped by despair.

Though the Spirit Hall Empire had two gods, behind the Heaven Dou Empire—or, more precisely, behind Tang San—stood a whole host of gods.

Could it be that I really died and was reborn like this? Bibi Dong stared down at the page, somewhat dazed, then her beautiful eyes narrowed.

["The Spirit Hall may be defeated, but it must not fall!" Amid the shouted words, a long sword came flying.

The blade gleamed coldly, as clear as the sky. The sword was the Heavenly Sword; from among a million troops flew a man, handsome, elegant, and noble. The man was Wuji.]

Though they had never met, Bibi Dong was moved that someone would still step forward as the Spirit Hall Empire fell. She sighed. "He's only a Titled Douluo. Why throw his life away for nothing?"

"Not necessarily." Xiao Wuji had always read without writing, so he hadn't understood why those who challenged opponents above their level all the way through would, at the end, need to fight evenly matched foes—or win by an overwhelming margin.

But now that the pen was in his hands, he naturally had to spin a grand tale.

[Chapter 2: I, Xiao Wuji, Had Only One Sword

The Heavenly Sword had been thrown with considerable skill. It struck the side of the Asura Sword and jolted it away. Though the latter was a divine weapon, its power lay in its blade. When struck flat against flat, it was no different from a top-tier Martial Soul, and was immediately knocked aside.

Xiao Wuji flew over, caught the wounded Bibi Dong, and wrapped an arm around her slender waist, while catching the rebounding Heavenly Sword with his other hand.

Bibi Dong's mind went blank. Suddenly nestled against Xiao Wuji's warm chest, she felt much more secure, and couldn't help feeling a flutter in her heart.]

At this point, Bibi Dong's cheeks warmed. They were master and disciple—what was this supposed to look like?

Thinking this, Bibi Dong felt that reading in her current state was also quite improper.

She took the book out of the bath, dried the moisture from her body, changed into a purple, gauzy nightdress, and reclined lazily on the bed. Her soft, pale feet gleamed like crystal, her toes like five pale-red flower petals.

Xiao Wuji raised a hand and rubbed his nose. He was only a newcomer, trying to ensure his readers had a good experience.

["You're merely a Titled Douluo. Why seek your own destruction?" Tang San's first strike had missed, but he didn't hurry to bring down another.

Xiao Wuji said coolly, "We've only exchanged one move. It's too early to say who will live and who will die."

" Tang San has already become the Asura God. You're no match for him." Bibi Dong sighed.

Xiao Wuji said, "Teacher, take the army and retreat. You can recuperate, rebuild your forces, and perhaps turn defeat into victory one day."

Bibi Dong gave a bitter smile. "At a time like this, you're still saying such childish things. How could the Spirit Hall Empire possibly get the chance to recover?"

"My Soul Skill, 'Heaven-Slaying God-Slashing Art,' has never had a chance to be used since I created it. Today, I'll test its power on the Asura God." Before Bibi Dong could ask anything, Xiao Wuji swung his arm and sent her back to the army.

"Ridiculous! A mortal thinks he can slay the heavens and gods?" Tang San sneered in disdain.]

"Creating a Soul Skill is impressive, but to bridge the gap between him and the Asura God..." Bibi Dong shook her head, unconvinced.

[Xiao Wuji held his sword behind his back and looked at Tang San calmly, as though he hadn't taken his words to heart.

Tang San's heart tightened. He remembered his former battle with Qian Renxue. Back then, he had only been taking the divine examination, not yet a god, and he had still nearly killed her. He couldn't afford to be careless.

One man and one god faced each other in the sky, watched by a million people.

Xiao Wuji didn't move, yet terrifying Sword Qi burst from his body.

Tang San upheld the dignity of a god. Red light flared from his body, and Sword Qi condensed from blood-red Asura Divine Power surged out to meet it.

At the moment of impact, a clear ring sounded. Tang San's power was evidently greater, and only blood-red Sword Qi remained in the sky.

Xiao Wuji's expression didn't change. He immediately unleashed a second wave of Sword Qi, using skill to overcome strength.

Tang San sent out more Sword Qi, but Xiao Wuji spotted its flaw and broke it again and again.

"Hm?" Tang San furrowed his brows. Red light blazed in his eyes, and his murderous aura grew even stronger as he unleashed Sword Qi in a relentless stream.

Xiao Wuji saw through each flaw and struck first despite moving second. Though he was a mere mortal, he was no less formidable than a god.

The Sword Qi clashed again and again, the aftershocks sweeping down from the sky. The battlefield was carved with trenches, and a million people watched in amazement.

One man's Soul Power was rapidly running out, while the other's time with two gods' powers coexisting was limited. In the struggle, both man and god faced their own constraints.

Tang San no longer clung to his divine status. He gripped the Asura Sword and slashed.

Xiao Wuji had been building up his sword momentum for a long time. He sent the Heavenly Sword forward to meet the attack, using offense as defense. His exquisite swordsmanship and impossible changes left the assembled Soul Masters and soldiers astonished.

Tang San wielded the Asura God Sword, but his swordsmanship was crude. He could only pour all his strength into it and use sheer power to overcome skill.

The immense gap in strength proved too much for Xiao Wuji. After a brief stalemate, the Asura God Sword finally forced him back.

"I didn't expect the Spirit Hall to have someone like you!" Tang San was deeply surprised.]

"An outsider thinks he can see through the Spirit Hall's affairs?" Bibi Dong sneered.

["The Divine Realm is corrupt. I, Xiao Wuji, have only one sword. It can move mountains, sever rivers, overturn seas, subdue demons, suppress fiends, command gods, pluck stars, destroy cities, and split open the heavens!" Xiao Wuji cried out, raising his sword to the sky.

In an instant, weapons within a thousand li answered the call. A million swords rang as they soared into the sky and arrayed themselves, ready for battle.

Ning Fengzhi looked up at the sky, stunned. "If Uncle Chen were still alive, I wonder what he would think?"

Surrounded by a sea of swords, Xiao Wuji pushed his Soul Power to its limit, pouring it into his flesh and blood before unleashing it in an instant. Blood-red droplets, imbued with sword intent, splashed across the countless swords.

Watching a million swords sweep through the air, Tang San's heart jolted. As he defended himself, he realized the sword shadows held no power to attack. Before Jialing Pass, they formed a winding Sword Qi Great Wall, snaking like a dragon in vast, surging waves.

That was close. If his opponent had received the Godhood Inheritance, the outcome of this battle might have been reversed. Tang San was shaken. He gripped the Asura Sword and slashed it down with all his might.]