IS Chapter 11

Chapter 11

As the words fell, the Tribulation Transcender behind him didn’t move. Two figures, from the west and east, flew over, and Lou Kui also struggled to take flight.

Instantly, the three formed a battle formation, their energies converging, pressing towards Ye Zhuo.

The wind howled, and Ye Zhuo lightly closed his eyes.

Within the crisscrossing wind, the trajectories of the three attackers were clear. In the next instant, Ye Zhuo opened his eyes and slashed backward with a backhand!

The two people from the east and west simultaneously shouted loudly, activating their protective Spiritual Power, joining forces to block that sword energy.

Their lineage of martial arts all cultivated physical techniques, emphasizing “one force breaks all techniques,” their bodies like copper walls and iron bastions, impervious to all spells.

However, even so, after receiving that move, they still felt their muscles and bones vibrate, and their inner organs shake.

—Exactly who is cultivating “one force breaks all techniques”?

The two exchanged a glance, just as they were about to make their moves, they realized the situation was not good.

The Spiritual Power around them was already disrupted, actually broken by that one sword that disrupted their battle formation.

This battle formation was inherited from the ancient wilderness. The three of them working together could unleash unpredictable power, but unfortunately, once the Spiritual Power was disrupted, its effectiveness was greatly reduced.

—So what?

All three of them were at the peak of the Combination Realm, could they not defeat a junior who was also at the Combination Realm?

Martial cultivators were not good at long-range combat. Moreover, in just a few breaths, Ye Zhuo had already unleashed several more swords, tearing their battle formation to pieces. The three then wielded their weapons and activated their footwork, arriving around Ye Zhuo, engaging him in close combat.

All that could be seen was that jet-black spiritual sword radiating a cold, chilling light, held in the hand of the red-clad Sword Cultivator, meeting their weapons head-on.

Ye Zhuo’s figure was as swift as a ghostly apparition and as cold as frost and snow, moving through the encirclement of the three without showing any signs of faltering.

He even leaped up from that inescapable net-like siege, cleaving out with a horizontal sword!

The sword fiercely collided with one person’s great halberd.

With a clang of metal shaking the heavens, followed by an endless buzzing sound.

The tyrannical sword energy surged, shaking everyone back ten feet.

The chill and killing intent traveled along the great halberd directly into its owner’s chest. He lowered his head and saw spiderweb-like cracks spreading across the halberd’s body.

This one sword had almost destroyed his weapon.

But Ye Zhuo’s figure remained unmoved, his spiritual sword completely unharmed.

What a tyrannical Sword Intent.

What an overbearing divine weapon.

The three shouted loudly and attacked again.

Ye Zhuo’s figure moved again.

The red-clad figure rose and fell between the two mountains, unleashing two more swords in a flash of lightning.

The sword seemed light, but in reality, it was sharp. It looked casual, but it was decisive.

The sword struck like lightning, seemingly intentionally destroying weapons. It didn’t seem like ordinary sword moves. There was some profound meaning within, but it couldn’t be deciphered.

In a blink of an eye, two sounds rang out in succession. The sword aura erupted like two thunderbolts, its energy continuous like the layers of ocean waves. The two who were struck retreated several steps before steadying themselves. Looking at their own weapons, they were also covered in cracks.

Having their weapons damaged was truly a great humiliation!

But even if their weapons were useless, so what?

For those who cultivated the body, the body they had tempered day and night was their true reliance. What was there to fear even with bare hands?

Just as the three became more courageous with each setback, discarding their weapons and preparing to attack again, their expressions changed, and they all spat out a mouthful of blood.

Their internal organs were greatly injured.

Lou Kui, who was already injured, was even more pale-faced, his body unsteady.

Why was this happening?

In this situation, feeling the sharp pain in their internal organs, and looking at Ye Zhuo, who was calm, with no blood on his sword, they understood.

“You… you…” Lou Kui gasped in his throat, as if to scold.

But then, a deep voice came from behind: “Striking the ox across the mountain, shaking the tiger by the mountain. Little friend Ye’s actions are truly unexpected.”

Ye Zhuo turned to look at the person behind him.

Lou Kui said, “Master! This person—”

“Skill is inferior to others, what else is there to say?” The white mist dispersed, and an old man with a profound aura and surrounded by Daoist charm walked steadily.

“When weapons collide, there is extremely strong energy. He used the inch-force in his sword to forcefully shake your internal organs from a distance. The three layers of inch-force are superimposed, so what if you have copper skin and iron bones? Your internal organs are still in disarray! You should have noticed when you received the first sword!” The old man’s dignified face had a hint of anger: “Alright! You are no match for him, retreat and flank.”

While he taught his disciples, Ye Zhuo quietly observed his aura. He should be in the early stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm. At the Tribulation Transcending Realm, in today’s Immortal Dao, one could be called an ancestor, self-proclaimed “Martial Saint.”

Cultivating immortality and seeking the Dao, beyond the Combination Realm, the physical body no longer changes. The only difference lies in whether one has cultivated the “Dao.” Only by finding one’s own “Dao” can one be considered to have stepped into the threshold of the Tribulation Transcending Realm.

After transcending the tribulation, the Dao heart is stable, and the primordial spirit is strong. It is said that the combat power is not the same as that of the Combination Realm.

“Little friend Ye, I have heard of your great name for a long time. I am Xun Hua, the Elder in charge of the Martial Sect, and Lou Kui’s personal master.”

The Upper Purity Mountain had many elders with difficult to remember titles, in short, he was the master of that Lou.

After introducing himself, Martial Saint’s expression was dignified and calm: “You have extraordinary talent and heaven-defying opportunities. You should have been the pillar of the Immortal Dao. However, your temperament has always been extreme, and your actions have always been unruly. Now, you are relying on your martial strength to wantonly commit murder! Do you know your mistake?”

Ye Zhuo: “I don’t know what my mistake is.”

Martial Saint shouted angrily: “You killed my grand-disciple and bullied my disciple! Ye Zhuo, blood feud cannot go unavenged! Your sins are heavy. Today, this venerable one will kill you here to comfort the heavens!”

Ye Zhuo ignored him.

Martial cultivators emphasize the surging of Qi and blood and the strength of fighting spirit. Pre-battle barking can also be considered a method of helping in battle, there was no need to reply.

Before Martial Saint finished speaking, Ye Zhuo unleashed a sword without saying a word.

Martial Saint snorted coldly and waved his sleeve to meet it.

The sword energy and the Gang wind collided, wind and thunder raging.

Martial Saint’s weapons materialized, a pair of copper flower twin clubs.

He was clad in grey fitted attire, his figure burly and vigorous, his temples frosted but not yet showing old age. When he held the twin clubs diagonally, he seemed like a tiger coiled and a dragon entrenched, majestic and fierce.

Since ancient times, fists fear the young and strong, and clubs fear the old.

Especially, a copper-gold illusory figure faintly appeared behind him, also wielding twin clubs, slowly changing with his movements.

That was his Primordial Spirit manifestation, and also his “Dao.”

Ye Zhuo raised his sword to meet him.

There were not many club users among contemporary martial artists, and even fewer twin club users. He was also quite interested in learning.

For a time, all that could be seen was the sword flashing and the club techniques continuous. The sword light and club flowers rose and fell, dazzling the onlookers.

In the blink of an eye, more than a thousand moves had passed, and they were still entangled, unable to discern the outcome.

However, fighting to a draw with a Tribulation Transcending Martial Saint with the body of a Combination Realm cultivator, how could it not be shocking?

Lou Kui’s senior brother shouted: “Master, let me help you!”

—And then he was shaken by the aftershocks of the sword energy, dodging in a panic, unable to get close at all.

Martial Saint swung and gathered strength with his twin clubs, and the primordial spirit behind him became more and more solid. However, every time they exchanged blows, every move was blocked by Ye Zhuo, and his defense was interrupted several times.

The most brilliant part of his club technique was that the vitality and momentum were continuous, layering on top of each other, secretly conforming to the great trend of the Dao of Heaven of continuous life. However, Ye Zhuo’s sword seemed to specialize in the Dao of Slaughter, extinguishing vitality every time, making it impossible for him to turn around.

Seemingly evenly matched, in fact, he had already fallen into a disadvantage.

Martial Saint focused his mind, Qi and blood surged, and he unleashed a full-force strike.

But it did not affect Ye Zhuo in any way.

How could this be!

“You have clearly not comprehended the Great Dao! What kind of sorcery is this?”

Ye Zhuo’s sword momentum did not diminish at all, his gaze cold and focused: “The sword is already the Dao, why should I seek it externally?”

Martial Saint: “Then let me show you what the true Dao is!”

In the next moment, he retracted his clubs and turned around, letting out a giant beast roar from his throat, and then shouted: “Primordial Spirit, emerge!”

In the middle of the air, with his copper-gold Primordial Spirit as the center, countless beast-shaped phantoms suddenly appeared!

Tigers, leopards, eagles, dragons, mythical wildcats, bears, grinding their teeth and sucking blood, leaping out.

It turned out that Martial Saint Lou’s Dao was comprehended from thousands of beast forms. Each set of club techniques secretly corresponded to the charm of a fierce beast. Every time he struck, a beast shadow would appear in the void to assist. At this moment, when ten thousand beasts appeared together, the world suddenly became a desolate chaos, and the power was terrifying.

Martial Saint shouted and swung his clubs: “Come and fight!”

He moved and his Primordial Spirit moved, and the shadows of the myriad beasts were even more baring their fangs and claws, pressing towards Ye Zhuo like a mountain and a tsunami. Each beast shadow had the power of a full-force strike from a Tribulation Transcending Realm cultivator. When they appeared together, how majestic the momentum was.

Martial Saint stood in the middle of the myriad beasts, looking at Ye Zhuo’s thin figure, his heart surging.

—Even if you have extraordinary talent and wield an unparalleled treasure sword, how can you surpass the realm of the Great Dao and defy a Martial Saint?

Ye Zhuo stood in mid-air, facing the tidal wave of myriad beasts.

There was no trace of emotion in his eyes, still as calm as an abyss.

He lightly stroked the sword body.

Fierce beasts, even if there are thousands of them, so what?

As early as the age of fifteen, on the shores of the East Sea, he had seen the Dao lifeforms in the sun, moon, and primordial chaos.

After that, he fought for three days.

A scarlet blood intent flashed on the jet-black blade, and the long sword rang, slashing towards Martial Saint with a faint dragon roar!

As soon as the sword came out, the wind and clouds changed color.

The sword energy was like a surging Heavenly River, forcibly splitting the shadow of the myriad beasts and going straight for Martial Saint’s head!

Ye Zhuo stared at Martial Saint, the blood-red color in his eyes was faintly visible at some point. Meeting those pupils, Martial Saint’s heart suddenly turned cold.

Intuition told him that only at this moment, this person was truly fighting in a frenzied state, using his full strength!

The body’s defensive instinct caused Martial Saint to raise his club to block horizontally. He did not retreat, but the ten thousand desolate beast shadows were cut down.

Each beast shadow was the result of his lifelong hard work—Martial Saint shouted in grief, and reversed his Qi and blood to attack Ye Zhuo.

There was no joy or sorrow in Ye Zhuo’s eyes, and he slashed out with another sword.

No move from the opponent could disrupt the rhythm of his sword strike. The action of wielding the sword seemed extremely slow, but in fact, it was only a moment. That cold and empty gaze seemed to transcend eternity, and because of extreme focus, it was close to madness.

One sword, another sword.

At first, each sword only made Martial Saint take a step back.

Then, each sword forced Martial Saint back ten feet.

And as each sword was swung, the ten thousand beast shadows were cut down in large swaths. The sound of roars and wails echoed in the mountains and forests, which was shocking.

In the end, the Reverse Scale Sword, which was originally jet-black, was covered with deep, thick blood-colored veins, and Ye Zhuo’s figure holding the sword was like a bright red fire in the vast darkness. Looking at it, it was like a ghost or god, making people feel chills to the bone.

A rumor about the sword in Ye Zhuo’s hand suddenly appeared in Martial Saint’s heart.

Everyone in the Immortal Dao knows that Ye Zhuo of the Micro-Snow Palace’s sword was made from the scales of a true dragon.

Moreover, a great master of the Artifact Sect asserted that it was not an ordinary true dragon, nor an ordinary scale.

It was the Hidden Abyss Black Dragon, the rarest and most powerful bloodline in the Dragon Realm that had been passed down through the ages, and it was only nurtured by the Dao of Heaven in the abyss of the Dragon Realm. Its color was like ink, and the quality of its scales was like jade. If the world had the Dao, it would be hidden, and it would only appear if there was no Dao.

A reverse scale was born on the chest for the purpose of protecting the heart. It was certain to incur anger if one touched it, let alone plucked it out.

And what Ye Zhuo used to forge the sword—was a reverse scale from the heart of a Hidden Abyss Black Dragon, seizing the good fortune of heaven and earth, and possessing extremely strong luck.

This human world was separated from the Dragon Realm, and true dragons had not appeared in the human world for thousands of years. Where did he get it?

Some people said that it was probably left behind by a secluded immortal master.

Others said that he should have obtained it in the Western Land of Spiritual Power.

Otherwise, where else could there be such rare treasures?

No one thought that this dragon scale was obtained by him personally.

But at this moment, looking at that fierce sword edge that never returned, and feeling that decisive Sword Intent that would not stop until death, an almost absurd thought suddenly appeared in Martial Saint’s heart.

Perhaps, that reverse scale… was taken from a living dragon by this person in front of him.

As a body cultivator, tempering bones and muscles, enduring bloodlines, day after day, finally becoming a great expert in body refining, a Martial Sect Master, so what?

Even if his bones and muscles were tempered like a golden-bodied Arhat, could he compare to the true dragon of the abyss, born and raised by heaven and earth?

However, in his scarlet vision, Ye Zhuo held the sword in one hand, slashing through the air with one sword after another.

It was as if the True Warrior had descended into the world, and the evil star had come to the mortal world.

With the body of a human, he could fight a dragon.

Martial Saint’s right hand trembled, and a trace of fear that had never appeared in his heart in nearly a hundred years suddenly arose.

This fear made the outcome as different as heaven and earth, clear in an instant.