Chapter 363: A Fearsome Sword - Part 3
Gu Yan narrowed his eyes, gaze sharpening with unprecedented resolve. This was the clan’s pride, a peerless talent who had once been accepted as a direct disciple of a Supreme Being. From childhood, Gu Yan had heard stories about him—glorified by the clan, by his parents, grandfather, even the clan leader.
Now, Gu Yan wanted to see with his own eyes—just how far he still lagged behind their pride.
Jianxin said nothing more. Indifferent by nature, he was never one for words. Even when meeting a clansman in a foreign land, his heart stirred no ripples.
"This sword—Wushuang."
The sword shadow coalescing in his palm began to emit a bone-chilling frost. In an instant, the temperature across the entire imperial platform plummeted as if time itself had frozen.
Gu Yan erupted with his full strength. He knew only his all could earn him the right to face this man.
His sword was infused with his peak strength and his Sword Immortal True Intent.
At the height of his power, he stared at the clan's young prodigy before him. The other’s sword intent swept forward like an immortal blade reaching for the heavens. The sheer force of it pressed down like a mountain. Despite wielding Sword Immortal True Intent himself, Gu Yan could feel his heart clench under the oppressive might.
For a brief moment, he saw it—an illusion, perhaps—the clan’s most towering sword peak, standing tall before him.
Then, it slowly descended.
Frost spread outward, all things withering—like a cycle of reincarnation.
That sword strike was neither fast nor slow. But in Gu Yan’s eyes, it seemed to twist space and time, trailing endless afterimages.
He forgot to strike back—stunned where he stood.
Only when the sword neared his forehead and a surge of mortal danger wracked his spirit did he awaken. In that instant, he ignited the Divine Blood in his veins, unleashing his greatest power.
With a thunderous crack, his sword energy barely formed before it shattered like thin ice under the weight of the descending sword.
His body flew backward, slamming into the imperial platform. Numbness engulfed him. Even his soul felt frozen, too numb to register pain.
His mind buzzed. All he could see was that sword that filled his entire vision.
It was a long time before he came to. Realizing he wasn’t dead, he found a terrifying wound across his chest, cold seeping through his bones.
There was no doubt—he had lost this exchange. And lost utterly.
Outside the platform, even many among the winners’ group grew somber.
That sword was terrifying. Most of them knew—they couldn’t withstand it.
Even among the Immortal Lord Realm competitors, several faces subtly shifted.
"What terrifying swordsmanship," someone murmured. That single sword—they felt it could threaten even them.
"Fifth level of the Water Dao, and the Sword Dao…"
Bo Ya Xuejian's pupils constricted slightly as he whispered. His usual calm expression was now thoroughly shaken.
His fingers curled slightly. That youth—just a True Immortal—was in a different major realm than him. Yet the boy had reached the fifth level in both the Water Dao and Sword Dao, just like him.
Fifth level.
In the True Immortal Realm, that was nearly impossible!
Reaching the fourth level of a Dao was already deemed monstrous. But the fifth? That was a monster among monsters.
"So this is the Supreme Being’s personal disciple—and he’s still not going all out!"
Chu Tianhuang’s gaze also turned grim. That boy had made even their Immortal Lord group feel threatened.
While he might not yet have the power to defeat them, once he broke through into the Immortal Lord Realm, the advantage of realm would vanish—and then, victory would be uncertain.
"Fifth-level Sword Dao…"
Even Li Hao’s expression darkened. This was the strongest sword cultivator he had ever seen in the same realm.
His own Sword Dao had only reached the fourth level.
After all, his sword comprehension was stuck at eleven segments—the limit.
Only by breaking through to the twelfth segment would his Sword Dao leap to the sixth level of origin.
And then, with a single add-point, he could rise into the Immortal Lord Realm.
But right now, this opponent had already surpassed the limits of the True Immortal Realm!
"What a terrifying sword."
From afar, Shen Wuji’s eyes burned with battlelust. The opponent’s earlier strikes were swift and clean, and though deep in sword intent, they hadn’t revealed this level of terror.
"So that’s the Supreme Being’s direct disciple from the Southern Domain. My lady, if you encounter him, do not engage directly!"
A ghostly elder whispered gravely. His expression had also grown heavy.
Gui Lingyue gave Jianxin a long, thoughtful look. That boy’s simple sword had made even the elite of the winners’ group break into cold sweat. Even she knew—only her spirit could contend with him.
"Looks like his battle with that imperial clan genius will be one to watch."
Beside her, Gui Lingshuang spoke softly.
After all, this was just the True Immortal group. Should he step into the Immortal Lord Realm, she herself would welcome the challenge.
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