Chapter 72: Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique! One Sword to Defeat the Sword Saint

The overwhelming Sword Intent receded, melting away like thin snow in early spring.

Dressed in a black robe, Qin Yang stood before Li Zixuan, having effortlessly dispelled the oppressive Sword Intent with nothing but his bare hands.

"Good, good, good. You’ve finally come, Jianghai Sword God."

Yu Wenxuan hovered high in the sky, looking down on the scene. His eyes burned with feverish excitement as he locked onto Qin Yang’s aura.

’I crossed thousands of miles to come to Jianghai for this one battle with the Sword God.’

’Now, half my wish has been granted.’

’The coming battle is the true main event. I absolutely will not let the Jianghai Sword God out of my sight before it begins!’

"Heh. Attacking a little girl... You’re truly unworthy of the title ’Sword Saint.’"

Qin Yang looked up at Yu Wenxuan, his words laced with a hint of indignation.

’What kind of bullshit Sword Saint is this?’

’He has no martial honor whatsoever!’

’He wouldn’t even spare someone in the Postnatal Realm like Li Zixuan.’

’If I’d been a moment later, she would already be dead by his sword.’

’If Li Zixuan were gone...’

’How would I get any more amazing rewards from this damn system?!’

"Haha, curse me all you want. I don’t care. A bad name is nothing but smoke in the wind."

Upon hearing this, Yu Wenxuan spread his arms and laughed boisterously. "When a person dies, their light goes out. After a hundred years, everyone will have passed from this world. Only I, who single-mindedly pursues the Sword Dao, will be able to achieve the supreme Martial Arts!"

As his words fell, the sound of his voice thundered.

His voice echoed off the canyon cliffs, traveling for miles.

WHOOSH!

A helicopter circled in the distance, its telephoto lens focused on the canyon, live-streaming the conversation between the two. In an instant, it spread far and wide across the internet.

Everyone who heard Yu Wenxuan’s declaration of his path was stunned, and some were even moved to admire his determination.

"Setting aside this old man’s crazy actions... just to have such immense willpower and determination, his future achievements will be limitless."

"Devoted only to the Sword Dao. What a pity he’s on the wrong path!"

"Who cares about his Sword Dao! The Jianghai Sword God is finally here! Fight, fight! I want to see rivers of blood!"

"..."

Streams of bullet comments flooded the live stream, rapidly filling the entire screen.

’Achieve the Great Dao in a hundred years?’

Down below, Qin Yang listened to Yu Wenxuan’s fanatical monologue, shook his head, and finally understood the man’s nature.

’Just like Huyan Sword.’

’They were both the type who couldn’t live without their obsession.’

’No wonder he’d raise the future ’Sword Demon’...’

However.

’In five hundred years...’

’You’ll just be a pile of dirt, too. No one’s in a position to laugh at anyone else!’

"Teacher."

At that moment, Li Zixuan slowly opened her eyes. Seeing Qin Yang standing protectively before her, she was overcome with emotion.

But soon, the sight of the ruined Sword Valley entered her vision, and her spirits sank. "I’m sorry, Teacher. Everything has been destroyed. I... I failed to protect your Sword Valley..."

"It’s alright, my disciple. All that matters is that you’re safe."

Qin Yang smiled at Li Zixuan. Knowing how desperately she wanted to protect the valley, he comforted her in a gentle voice, "If the people survive, even if the land is lost, both can be recovered. But if the land is saved at the cost of the people, then both are truly lost.

Sword Valley can be rebuilt if it’s gone, but a good disciple like you... your teacher wouldn’t be able to find another one."

As his gentle words fell, Li Zixuan’s heart skipped a beat, and a ripple of emotion passed through her eyes.

’Am I really that important to Master?’

At this thought, Li Zixuan’s spirits lifted, but the situation was still critical.

’Staying here will only get in the way and become a burden to Teacher.’

With this in mind, she said sensibly to Qin Yang, "Teacher, please be careful. This disciple will take her leave."

"Mm."

Qin Yang nodded slightly.

When immortals fight, mortals suffer.

A battle between Grandmasters like them was on a world-destroying scale. A Postnatal Realm Star Martial Artist would die instantly from just the aftershock. It was incredibly dangerous!

Soon, both of his disciples had left.

The canyon fell silent and deep.

Yu Wenxuan remained high in the sky while Qin Yang stood on the ground below. A cold, silent killing intent began to spread, eventually engulfing the entire Sword Valley.

"Then let’s settle this."

Qin Yang’s expression was calm; he had no intention of wasting any more words.

The moment his voice fell...

VMMMM!

A pillar of purple light shot into the sky, dazzling the heavens. The Ziwei Divine Sword instantly appeared in his hand, filling the sky with a radiant glow and letting out a crisp, humming ring imbued with an ancient aura.

"A fine sword!"

Seeing this, Yu Wenxuan, high above, couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.

’A Divine Weapon with its own spirit... I’ve searched for half my life and never seen a Divine Artifact of this caliber. Today, my eyes have truly been opened.’

"Do you intend to stay on the ground? You’re not coming up here to fight me?" Yu Wenxuan’s brow furrowed slightly.

’Right now, his position and Qin Yang’s aren’t equal.’

’Even if I win, it would be a dishonorable victory.’

’What I seek is a truly satisfying battle, not some handicapped match!’

"No need. I’m in a hurry. One sword strike will be enough to decide this."

With that, Qin Yang bent his knees slightly, turned to the side, and arched his back, placing his hand on the hilt of the Ziwei Divine Sword as he prepared to draw it.

CRACK!

His aura became completely restrained, and his Sword Intent spread out silently, condensing into a tangible presence.

The rock beneath his feet couldn’t withstand the pressure, cracking and disintegrating bit by bit. His body sank, and to an outside observer, it looked as if he were sinking into the very earth...

Oppressive. Silent.

"Grandmaster Level Sword Intent!"

Seeing this, Yu Wenxuan’s expression grew grave. He began to mobilize his own Star Force, unleashing his Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect at the Perfection Realm.

The next moment, a vast and mighty Sword Intent swept through the entire Sword Valley. Tens of thousands of streams of Sword Qi flew about, circling the valley as if countless Swordsmen were locked in a deadly battle within.

An immense killing intent surged, kicking up sand and dust that blotted out the sun, as shocking as a sky full of storm clouds rolling in.

Outside the valley, the newly arrived helicopter swayed precariously in the turbulent air. The pilot gripped the controls, struggling to keep the aircraft from crashing.

Through the shaky camera footage, the crowd watching the official live stream was dumbfounded, their scalps tingling with shock.

They had thought that the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect used by Huyan Sword that day had already reached the Transformation Realm.

But looking at it now...

It seemed he hadn’t even reached the cusp of Great Success!

Unbelievable!

In contrast, the audience in the live stream couldn’t understand what was happening on Qin Yang’s side.

At this moment, Qin Yang’s feet were sunk into the rock, his knees bent in a sword-drawing posture. He was utterly silent, as if time itself had frozen around him.

It was a stark contrast to Yu Wenxuan.

Amateurs watch for the spectacle, but experts see the technique.

In the live stream, some Star Martial Artists who specialized in the Sword Dao could see the profound principles at play.

At this moment, Yu Wenxuan’s and Qin Yang’s techniques were in direct opposition, representing the ultimate extremes of motion and stillness.

The Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect embodied the ultimate principle of motion, summoning tens of thousands of strands of worldly Sword Qi on a pilgrimage to converge as one.

Qin Yang’s Sword Dao, however, was one of ultimate emptiness and tranquil stillness, pursuing the pinnacle through a single, perfect line.

When the two were compared...

It was clear that Qin Yang’s was more in harmony with the true Sword Dao!

VMMMM! VMMMM! VMMMM!

As both of their longswords began to hum in unison, Yu Wenxuan and Qin Yang moved at the exact same moment, as if telepathically linked.

The next moment, Yu Wenxuan raised two fingers.

Innumerable threads of Sword Qi converged into a great river, which in an instant swelled into a roiling sea that surged down to kill the earthbound Qin Yang, like the entire ocean pouring down from the heavens.

There was nowhere to hide, no path of retreat!

Qin Yang looked up at the descending sea of swords that filled the sky. His hand on the hilt suddenly tightened as he drew his sword, striking up from below to overwhelm the foe above.

SHING!

As the Ziwei Divine Sword left its sheath, a flash of brilliant, exquisite sword light appeared. The very dust on the ground was flattened, and space itself seemed to crack and shatter!