Chapter 91 - Sword Calls Sword
Lin Yao saw the wind-scythe hurtling toward the breach. She turned to the youth beside her, her voice sharp. "Junior Brother, let’s try that."
Wang Tian looked at the approaching crescent of air, then at his master’s silhouette in the sky. He took a deep, heavy breath, his jaw tightening. "Understood, Senior Sister."
With a sudden leap, Wang Tian jumped directly into the middle of the crowded wall, landing right in the path of the incoming gale. He exhaled a long, heavy breath, clearing his mind of any doubt. Placing his hand on the hilt of the Broken Star Sword, he activated his Shattered Sword Physique.
As the crackling qi surged through his hundred and eight sword meridians, he activated Sword Calls Sword, an innate skill granted by the immortal physique.
A high-pitched, sword hum erupted from his body, echoing across the battlefield. Instantly, every physical sword within a hundred paces began to vibrate violently in its sheath.
Xiao Ran stood on the eastern section, his hands gripping the hilt of his plain Spirit Echo Sword. Suddenly, the steel hummed at a frantic frequency, pulling forward with such force that his knuckles turned white as he struggled to keep it steady. He felt as if his weapon had suddenly gained a life of its own, desperately trying to fly toward the youth. He stared in disbelief, his mouth hanging open.
Guan Feng’s eyes widened in sheer shock. The ancient sword fragment resting within his dantian thrashed violently, spinning like a wild beast and attempting to slice through his own meridians to tear out of his body. He gasped, pressing his hand to his chest as he felt the absolute authority of the Immortal Shattered Sword Physique.
Even some of the nearby Golden Core elders felt a sudden, jarring pull on their blades, their weapons straining against their grips. The Sword Peak elders watched this bizarre phenomenon, their eyes wide with absolute fascination.
Stray sword Qi and ambient sword energy in the valley rushed toward Wang Tian like iron shards pulling towards a magnet.
Wang Tian’s body bulked under the sudden surge of power. Under the Threefold Meridian Restriction Seal, his raw potential was capped to prevent his body from consuming itself, limiting the immortal physique’s abilities to a certain extent, but that did not stop him from activating his physique’s abilities.
The gathered energy gradually rivaled the power of the Core Formation realm. Yet, gritting his teeth, Wang Tian pushed even further, actively pulling in more ambient Sword Qi. As the force crossed into the Golden Core level, an agonizing strain coursed through his newly woven sword meridians. His muscles shook, and sweat soaked his back, but he held his ground, forcing the immense power to stay bound within his physical frame.
They had discovered this ability accidentally during a practice session on White Lotus Peak after his meridian reconstruction. While Wang Tian was standing nearby, both Su Ming and Lin Yao had been demonstrating their sword forms. The sudden activation of this ability had unintentionally pulled in the sword Qi of both his master and senior sister simultaneously, shocking everyone. Now, in the heat of battle, he used that same ability to gather the ambient energy of the nearby cultivators.
Beside him, Lin Yao drew her Cold Abyss Sword. She channeled her dark violet nether flames to its limits, executing the Nether Dragon Ascension strike.
As both swung their swords, the massive pool of sword Qi gathered by Wang Tian resonated with her movement. The dual energies merged. The violet Nether Dragon, normally a freezing construct of her Nether Flame, swelled to thrice its size as the pure sword Qi filled its form. Golden Sword runes materialized along the dragon’s spine, stabilizing the flame.
With a joint shout, the duo unleashed the combined strike.
Nether Dragon’s Shattering Roar.
The violet-and-gold dragon moved, unleashing a deafening roar, the sonic shockwave of violet flames and sharp sword Qi clashing head-on with the Behemoth King’s howling wind-scythe. The collision triggered a thunderous boom that echoed through the valley, vaporizing the wind-scythe into a massive cloud of dust.
The cultivators defending the defensive barrier stared through the clearing smoke speechlessly.
Zhang Yuexin watched in absolute disbelief. Her knees wobbled, the strength draining from her legs as she collapsed to the stone surface. The discarded fiancé she had cast aside as a talentless waste had just landed a strike that neutralized a Demon King’s attack.
All her dreams of superiority and delusion of her status were completely shattered.
Zhao Kang rushed over, grabbing her arm and hauling her to her feet. His face was grim, his voice urgent. "Junior Sister, stand up! This is no time to rest!"
Around them, shocked whispers broke out among the disciples of the other peaks.
"Who is that youth?"
"Did Elder Su take another disciple?"
"Since when did White Lotus Peak have a second disciple with such power?"
The distraction bought the exact ten breaths needed.
Mu Bairong bellowed, slamming the final seal into the Heaven Point. From the sky, colossal silver runic chains crashed down, wrapping tightly around the Behemoth King’s neck and wings, pinning its mountain-like body still.
Hovering high above the beast’s back, Su Ming watched the giant demon struggle against the spatial chains. The beast roared in frustration, but the array held it firm.
Su Ming drew his sword back. He did not want to accidentally kill the Behemoth King, though the possibility of that happening in reality was minuscule. Still, he was not about to take the risk. Destroying the beast or causing significant harm to it would cause serious problems for the sect, and he mainly wanted to suppress the chaotic disorder raging near its core.
He manifested four Yin-Yang Origin Flame Sword Manifestations. Rather than allowing the golden-and-violet flames to erupt, he compressed them. Using the precise control of the Spirit Piercing Needle Technique, he forced the sprawling energy inward, condensing each massive sword until it was no wider than the width of a finger.
He imbued the compressed flame swords with his Sovereign Sword Will. Then, he drew a single, subtle thread of Chaos Qi from the grey-black ring around his Nascent Soul. A sharp, piercing ache pierced his body, but he did not stop. He forced the raw, chaotic energy thread directly into the core of each flaming blade.
Wielding the four compressed swords of his law flame, he executed the second form of the Sky Sovereign Sword Technique.
Heaven’s Mandate.