I, Xiao Wuji, Have Only One Sword

Xiao Wuji analyzed the situation, saying, "The Spirit Empire should leverage its strengths. Divide a large force to engage the Heaven Dou Empire, then use elite spirit masters to conquer the Star Luo Empire as quickly as possible. Once that is done, dealing with the Heaven Dou Empire will be easy."

"You are a Titled Douluo now, yet your vision remains so short-sighted," Bibi Dong scoffed. "As long as the Spirit Empire destroys the Heaven Dou Empire and its vast numbers of spirit masters, the Star Luo Empire will naturally surrender in fear."

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

Having become the Pope of Spirit Hall and preparing to inherit the Rakshasa God position to ascend to godhood, Bibi Dong had long harbored the ambition to unify the continent.

She suppressed the doubts regarding her disciple for the moment and quickly scanned downward, searching for the outcome of the war.

The more Bibi Dong read, the more alarmed she became. Her armies suffered defeat after defeat; although she and the Angel God Qian Renxue had slain the Sea God Tang San, she had exhausted a massive amount of her own power.

After three days of recovery, just as she and Qian Renxue believed victory was within their grasp, Tang San not only resurrected through the clandestine machinations of the gods but also inherited the Asura God position.

Qian Renxue died, and she was left severely wounded.

"Dead?" Bibi Dong's heart trembled, and she felt herself enveloped by despair.

Although the Spirit Empire possessed two gods, behind the Heaven Dou Empire—or more accurately, behind that Tang San—stood a legion of gods.

"Could it be that I died and was reborn just like this?" Bibi Dong looked down in a daze, her beautiful eyes narrowing.

"Spirit Hall can be defeated, but it cannot perish!" Amidst the shouts, a long sword came flying through the air.

A cold, shimmering light appeared; the sword was the Heavenly Sword. A figure flew out from the midst of the million-strong army, elegant and noble—it was Wuji.

The two had never met, but seeing him step forward at the moment of the Spirit Empire's collapse, Bibi Dong felt a touch of emotion and sighed, "He is merely a Titled Douluo; why throw his life away in vain?"

"That may not necessarily be true." Xiao Wuji had previously only read and never written, so he didn't quite understand why those who overcame levels to challenge others always ended up in a stalemate or a crushing defeat by the end.

But now that the pen was in his hand, he naturally had to boast a little.

Chapter 2: I, Xiao Wuji, Have Only One Sword

The Heavenly Sword was thrown with great skill, vibrating against the blade of the Asura Sword. Although the latter was a divine artifact, its lethality lay in its edge; by clashing on the flat side, the divine artifact was no different from a top-tier spirit tool and was instantly knocked aside.

Xiao Wuji flew in, caught the injured Bibi Dong, wrapped an arm around her willow-thin waist, and caught the rebounding Heavenly Sword with his other hand.

Bibi Dong's mind was in chaos. Suddenly leaning into Xiao Wuji's warm embrace, she felt a sense of stability she hadn't known before, and her heart could not help but flutter.

Seeing this, Bibi Dong's cheeks grew hot. The two were master and disciple; what kind of sight was this?

Thinking of this, Bibi Dong felt it was highly inappropriate for her to be reading the book in this state.

She took the book and left the bath, evaporated the moisture from her body, changed into a thin purple silk nightgown, and lay lazily on the bed. Her fair, delicate jade feet were crystal clear, her toes resembling five pale red flower petals.

Xiao Wuji raised a hand to rub his nose; he was just a newcomer trying to ensure a good reading experience for his audience.

"A mere Titled Douluo, why seek your own destruction?" Tang San's first strike missed, but he did not rush to swing again.

Xiao Wuji said calmly, "We have only exchanged one move; who lives and who dies is not yet certain."

"Tang San has already become the Asura God; you are no match for him," Bibi Dong sighed.

Xiao Wuji said, "Teacher, lead the army in a retreat. If you rest and reorganize your troops in the future, there may still be a chance to turn defeat into victory."

Bibi Dong said bitterly, "At a time like this, to still say such childish things—how could the Spirit Empire possibly have a chance to catch its breath?"

"My spirit skill, the 'Heaven-Slaying God-Slashing Art,' has not had a chance to be displayed since its creation. Today, I shall use the Asura God to test its power." Without waiting for Bibi Dong to ask more, Xiao Wuji flicked his arm, sending her back into the ranks of the army.

"A joke! A mortal wants to slay the heavens and slash a god?" Tang San sneered in disdain.

"A self-created spirit skill is impressive, but wanting to bridge the gap with the Asura God is..." Bibi Dong shook her head, not optimistic about the prospect.

Xiao Wuji carried his sword on his back and looked at Tang San calmly, as if he hadn't heard a word the man said.

Tang San felt a chill in his heart, recalling his past battle with Qian Renxue. Back then, he was only participating in the god trials and was not yet a deity, yet he had nearly been killed by her; he could not be careless.

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

Xiao Wuji did not move, yet terrifying sword intent erupted from his body.

Tang San lived up to his divine name; red light burst from his body, and sword intent condensed from blood-red Asura divine power surged to meet the attack.

The moment they collided, a crisp sound rang out. It was clear that Tang San's power was superior, leaving only blood-colored sword intent in the high sky.

Xiao Wuji's expression remained unchanged as he immediately unleashed a second wave of sword intent, using finesse to break through brute force.

Tang San unleashed more sword intent, but the flaws were spotted and broken one after another.

"Hmm?" Tang San frowned, red light erupting in his eyes. The killing intent on his body grew more intense as he fired off continuous waves of sword intent.

Xiao Wuji spotted the openings and struck after, yet arrived first; though he possessed a mortal body, his power did not fall short of divine might.

The sword intent collided repeatedly, the residual power sweeping down from the sky, leaving the battlefield scarred with trenches. The million-strong crowd gasped in awe.

One was rapidly consuming spirit power, while the other had limited time as a dual-god; in the struggle, both man and god had their own frustrations.

Tang San no longer insisted on his divine status and swung the Asura Sword.

Xiao Wuji had been building up his sword momentum for a long time. He met the attack with the Heavenly Sword, using offense to replace defense. His exquisite, peerless swordsmanship and incredible changes left the spirit masters and soldiers in awe.

Tang San held the Asura Sword, but his swordsmanship was sparse; he could only exert his full power, using strength to break finesse.

The massive gap in strength proved too much for Xiao Wuji, and after a moment of stalemate, he was finally pushed back by the Asura Sword.

"I never expected Spirit Hall to have someone like you!" Tang San was deeply surprised.

"An outsider wants to gain insight into the affairs of my Spirit Hall?" Bibi Dong sneered.

"The Divine Realm is filthy. I, Xiao Wuji, possess but one sword that can move mountains, sever rivers, overturn seas, subdue demons, suppress devils, decree against gods, pluck stars, destroy cities, and cleave the heavens!" With this resonant declaration, Xiao Wuji raised his sword toward the sky.

In an instant, weapons within a thousand-mile radius resonated; a million longswords hummed in unison, soaring into the sky to form a waiting formation.

Ning Fengzhi gazed at the sky, shaken, and remarked, "If Uncle Chen were still alive, I wonder what he would think of this?"

Xiao Wuji stood amidst the sea of swords, pushing his soul power to its limit until it fused with his flesh. In a flash, he unleashed it, his crimson blood—imbued with sword intent—sprinkling across the blades.

Watching the million swords sweep forth, Tang San felt a jolt of shock. As he braced for impact, the sword shadows displayed no offensive power; instead, they transformed before Jialing Pass into a winding, dragon-like Sword Qi Great Wall, vast and magnificent.

That was close. If he had obtained a godhood inheritance, the outcome of this battle might have been reversed. Tang San felt a surge of alarm and swung the Asura God Sword down with all his might.