Chapter 93 : Terrifying Sword Intent

Chapter 93: Terrifying Sword Intent

Sword God?

What a grand title!

Li Qingqiu became deeply interested in Shen Yue.

Although he was already on the path of cultivation, he still found the legends of the martial world fascinating.

“Let’s go, we’ll head down the mountain to take a look,” Li Qingqiu said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Qi immediately let out a sigh of relief.

He had been worried that the Sect Master wouldn’t be willing to act personally.

Although there were many experts within the sect, only the Sect Master could give him a true sense of security.

The two left the Lingxiao Courtyard and walked down the mountain.

Along the way, they saw numerous disciples and pilgrims heading downhill as well.

The name “Sword God” was simply too resounding.

Even those who had never heard of him felt intense curiosity upon hearing those two words.

……

At the foot of Clear Sky Mountain, in front of the mountain gate, a vast crowd had already gathered—hundreds of people filled the area.

Li Sijin squeezed through the throng to the front.

Her gaze landed ahead, where an old man in white stood on the opposite side of the Xi River, both hands resting on his sword hilt as the scabbard pressed into the ground.

His eyes were closed in meditation, his robes fluttering lightly—he exuded an aura of transcendence.

That man was none other than the Sword God, Shen Yue.

Just by standing there, he gave off an overwhelming pressure.

Li Sijin’s eyes lit up.

The bearing of this Sword God was indeed extraordinary, perfectly matching her imagination of a peerless master.

“He’s the Sword God? He really looks like an immortal.”

“They say when the Sword God was young, he was a god of slaughter. Before the founding of the Great Li Dynasty, the world was in chaos and darkness. The title of ‘Sword God’ was forged through countless killings in those turbulent times. He once ventured alone into the northern frontier, stormed the barbarian royal city, and retreated unscathed, spreading the renown of our Thirteen Provinces.”

“I heard my grandfather talk about Shen Yue when I was a child. I didn’t expect the man to still be alive.”

“What kind of origin does the Emperor Mystic Sword have, to make even the Sword God come personally?”

“Will Jiang Zhaoxia take action? He’s the number one swordsman of the Clear Sky Sect.”

The disciples and pilgrims of the Clear Sky Sect whispered among themselves.

The arrival of the Sword God filled them with excitement—it felt like witnessing a living martial legend.

This battle would surely become a tale passed down through generations of the martial world.

“The Sword God is a true master. Throughout the world, those who can cross blades with him can be counted on one hand.”

A voice came from behind Li Sijin.

She turned to see Chu Jing standing three steps away.

Li Sijin raised an eyebrow and asked, “You know the Sword God well?”

“I’ve heard my father mention him. He was the swordsman pursued all his life by the Imperial Ancestor, but he never bent to power,” Chu Jing said in a curious tone.

Li Sijin asked in surprise, “The Imperial Ancestor just let him be? Didn’t send troops to arrest him?”

“If it had been anyone else, the Imperial Ancestor might have done so. But for Shen Yue—he couldn’t bear to. Besides, he knew even an army couldn’t stop him,” Chu Jing replied, shaking his head.

Li Sijin’s curiosity toward Shen Yue only deepened, and she continued to ask several questions, all of which Chu Jing patiently answered.

“Hall Master Yang has arrived!”

Someone shouted.

Immediately, disciples made way as Yang Jueding strode forward in great steps, followed by Wu Man’er and over a dozen disciples.

Yang Jueding walked straight to the edge of the Xi River.

Staring at Shen Yue, he spoke, “Senior Shen, the Clear Sky Sect does not possess the Emperor Mystic Sword. From whom did you hear otherwise?”

Without opening his eyes, Shen Yue calmly replied, “From the Pei Clan of Zhenyang.”

Yang Jueding’s face slightly changed—he knew he could no longer deny it.

“In that case, please instruct me, Senior Shen.”

Raising his hand, Yang Jueding spoke with composure.

He was at the Third Layer of the Nourishing Vital Energy Realm.

Though surpassed by rising talents like Xue Jin, he was still confident in his strength.

Even facing the legendary Sword God, he believed he could put up a fight.

At last, Shen Yue opened his eyes.

His gaze was ancient and tranquil—like two bottomless wells.

“Make your move.”

His tone was calm, yet it made Yang Jueding feel humiliated.

Without another word, Yang leapt into the air and struck out with his palm.

Facing the Sword God, Yang Jueding held nothing back.

His Nine Heavens Divine Palm burst forth with domineering force, producing sounds like roaring tigers and dragons.

The onlookers held their breath in awe.

The powerful palm wind distorted the air between them.

Yet Shen Yue did not evade.

Instead, he flicked his sleeve.

A surge of sword energy erupted from the ground like a torrent, dispersing Yang Jueding’s palm force.

Yang’s expression changed drastically as he felt a cold and overwhelming sword qi strike his body.

“Pu—!”

Yang Jueding spat blood and was flung back more than ten zhang before Wu Man’er caught him, preventing a second injury.

The crowd gasped in shock—Shen Yue had defeated the Clear Sky Sect’s Broad Origin Hall Master with a single move!

Shen Yue calmly rolled his sleeve and looked at the crowd of hundreds.

He said nothing, but his stance was clear.

He was waiting for the next challenger.

Supported by Wu Man’er, Yang Jueding’s face was full of horror.

Ever since cultivating the Primordial Unity Scripture, he had never lost so quickly.

His confidence was utterly shattered.

Wu Man’er put him down and was about to charge forward, but Yang Jueding grabbed his wrist.

Turning his head, he said weakly, “You’re no match for him. Don’t boost his morale.”

Wu Man’er scratched his head helplessly and stopped.

Li Sijin, who had also reached the Third Layer of the Nourishing Vital Energy Realm, wasn’t as strong as Yang Jueding, but she could tell that Shen Yue’s inner energy was boundlessly deep.

She turned to Chu Jing and sighed, “This Sword God truly is formidable.”

She wasn’t worried at all—Yang Jueding didn’t even rank in the top five of the Clear Sky Sect.

Chu Jing gazed at Shen Yue from afar with a strange look.

“Of course he’s formidable. His martial talent is unmatched in a hundred years. In terms of mastery, he might have surpassed mortal limits. Our sect is in trouble.”

“With my Senior Brother here, what’s there to worry about?” Li Sijin waved dismissively.

Chu Jing thought of his meeting with Li Qingqiu.

Unable to see through Li Qingqiu’s depth, he found himself even more curious about the Primordial Unity Scripture of the Clear Sky Sect.

Perhaps today he would see Li Qingqiu’s true martial prowess.

Just then, a figure soared over the heads of hundreds of people like a flying sword, landing by the Xi River to face Shen Yue across the water.

“It’s Elder Jiang!”

A Clear Sky Sect disciple shouted excitedly.

The crushing defeat of Yang Jueding had shaken everyone’s morale, but Jiang Zhaoxia’s appearance reignited their confidence.

After all, Jiang Zhaoxia was second only to the Sect Master—and even more famous than him!

Most importantly, Jiang Zhaoxia was a true sword cultivator!

Shen Yue narrowed his eyes at him.

“What sharp sword intent. How old are you this year?”

“Twenty-one,” Jiang Zhaoxia replied coldly.

Those who knew him could tell—he was furious.

“Truly an exceptional talent. You remind me of my younger self. From the moment I first held a sword, I knew it was meant for me—and that in the way of the sword, none could rival me. Do you feel the same?”

Shen Yue’s tone carried admiration as he asked.

Clang—!

Jiang Zhaoxia drew his sword, its radiance reflecting off the Xi River.

Pointing it at Shen Yue, he declared, “If you lose, hand me the title of Sword God. How about that?”

Shen Yue’s eyes grew sharp.

“Junior, your ambition is admirable. But to become the Sword God—it’s not as simple as you think.”

As his voice fell, a terrifying sword intent erupted from his body, blowing the Xi River apart as water rose into the air.

Even from afar, the disciples and pilgrims of the Clear Sky Sect could feel the oppressive might of his sword intent.

Could martial cultivation truly reach such a level?

Jiang Zhaoxia’s gaze sharpened.

Stepping across the two-zhang-wide river, he slashed at Shen Yue.

Shen Yue kicked up the scabbard before him to block the sword, then drew his own blade and twisted his body mid-step to slash from behind.

Jiang Zhaoxia reacted instantly.

Landing, he spread his legs, crouched, and raised his sword over his head to parry the strike from behind.

Steel clashed.

Neither yielded.

They sprang apart and attacked again.

Sword energy burst everywhere; grass and dust flew.

Their movements were exquisite and dazzlingly fast—few could even see their sword forms clearly.

The Clear Sky Sect disciples watched in tense silence, the pilgrims equally awed, not daring to breathe.

The two men’s sword qi spread farther and farther, stirring up violent gusts that whipped at everyone’s robes and hair.

Li Sijin’s eyes widened when she saw Jiang Zhaoxia unable to defeat Shen Yue quickly.

Yang Jueding was also stunned.

He had thought Jiang Zhaoxia would easily subdue Shen Yue, but once again, Shen Yue exceeded all expectations.

“Sword God…”

At last, Yang Jueding understood the weight of that title.

The martial world was full of so-called Sword Saints, Sword Gods, and Sword Kings—but all their titles had prefixes.

Only Shen Yue bore the name “Sword God” without adornment.

Jiang Zhaoxia leapt high, performing the art of sword control, riding his sword energy to soar into the air so that Shen Yue couldn’t reach him.

Shen Yue frowned, surprise flashing in his eyes.

He couldn’t comprehend Jiang Zhaoxia’s self-created Sword Controlling Technique.

In midair, Jiang Zhaoxia spun and dove down, his sword rapidly slashing.

The sword qi condensed into countless sword shadows encircling him as he descended.

Supreme Sword Controlling Technique!

Jiang Zhaoxia rarely used multiple swords, so he condensed his sword qi into substance, as though commanding thirty-two blades.

As the technique unfolded, Shen Yue felt an immense sword pressure that made his expression change.

Yet he did not panic.

He swung his sword rapidly—so fast it left afterimages, as if dozens of swordsmen were attacking together.

Standing by the riverbank, he met Jiang Zhaoxia’s Supreme Sword Controlling Technique head-on.

Boom—!

The clash of their powerful sword intents raised clouds of dust like crashing waves, sweeping across the area.

Countless pebbles and grass were flung into the air, and even the river was momentarily halted.

The spectacle left hundreds of onlookers—and even those descending the mountain—stunned.

On the mountain path, Li Qingqiu and Yuan Qi looked on from afar, witnessing the scene.

Yuan Qi stared, dumbfounded.

“Sect Master, how many years of inner cultivation would one need to possess such inner energy?”

Li Qingqiu didn’t answer.

He was also astonished—someone could actually fight Jiang Zhaoxia to such an extent?

Even from here, he could feel Shen Yue’s sword intent—it was so fierce it changed his perception of martial arts itself.

To be precise, this sword intent had already transcended the limits of martial cultivation.

In terms of sword intent, Jiang Zhaoxia was inferior, but in terms of vital energy, he surpassed Shen Yue’s inner energy.

Li Qingqiu grew even more curious about what kind of fate traits Shen Yue possessed.