Ling Tian Sword God

Wei Wuxian seemed to have become a completely different person in an instant, his long hair wildly whipping in the wind. Someone who didn’t know better would think he had already gone mad, completely falling into a Mad Magic State.

"This is... the aura of the Sword Devil?"

What kind of people were the four Youth Kings? Seeing Wei Wuxian in such a state, they immediately sensed the extraordinariness in it. This wasn’t some simple possession; this was the legendary Sword Devil. This young brat was actually the Sword Demon’s Descendant.

"So he’s the Sword Demon’s Descendant... no wonder this brat is so arrogant."

A grave look surfaced in the eyes of the King of Snowy Night as well. Sword Unrivaled, Sword Lunatic, Sword Devil... all of them were among the strongest Swordsmen on the Nine Provinces Land. Every time one of them emerged, they would shake the ages.

To think that this Wei Wuxian would actually be the Sword Demon’s Descendant.

Crack!

The golden Brahma light unleashed by the King of Golden Buddha was actually cleaved cleanly into two by Wei Wuxian, collapsing apart. This was the first time the King of Golden Buddha’s offensive had been broken. One had to know, neither the Blood Robe Marquis nor the Mad Blade Marquis had been able to accomplish this earlier.

The King of Golden Buddha’s Protective True Qi was sliced open with a long fracture, nearly being torn apart. As for the King of Golden Buddha himself, he staggered back several steps, actually being forced back by Wei Wuxian.

"This brat really does have some skill."

The Blood Robe Marquis, Mad Blade Marquis, and the others were all taken aback. They had just fought a battle with the King of Golden Buddha and were extremely clear on his strength. The fact that Wei Wuxian could force the King of Golden Buddha back meant that in terms of strength alone, he surpassed the two of them by quite a margin.

After driving the King of Golden Buddha back with a single sword, Wei Wuxian immediately swung out another sword of wanton Slaughter. Dense black light surged up, drawing away all the Sword Devil aura from his body and condensing it into a black phantom. The phantom swung down from midair, and a peerlessly domineering Slaughter aura swept out like a storm as a hundred-zhang-long sword qi cleaved across the sky, piercing the Void and slashing straight toward the King of Golden Buddha!

Devil’s Slaughter Sword!

Wei Wuxian had never planned to hold back in the slightest. The moment he attacked, he directly used a killing move against the King of Golden Buddha!

Because he understood very clearly that if he couldn’t even break through the defenses of the King of Golden Buddha, he would only grow more and more passive. Facing a Youth King like the King of Golden Buddha, whose defense was abnormally strong, he could not respond with conventional methods. He had to use thunderous means to break that defense before he could even have a chance to fight and win!

"Buddha Emperor Golden Body!"

The King of Golden Buddha was startled, but he was, after all, one of the four Youth Kings of his generation and the young leader of the super sect, Cloud Mud Temple. He immediately steadied his stance, then his body shuddered as a sublime, sacred golden radiance abruptly burst forth from within him. In the next moment, he pressed his palms together, and a colossal thousand-zhang Golden Body Buddha suddenly condensed in the sky above his back.

The instant the thousand-zhang Buddha took form, its massive golden hand suddenly stretched out, seizing that sword qi that had pierced through the Void, and then ruthlessly crushed it into pieces!

"Terrifying! The sword qi that defeated the Marquis Guiming was actually crushed apart by the King of Golden Buddha!"

Shock surfaced on the faces of the many Divine Marquises geniuses. When Wei Wuxian had unleashed this sword technique earlier, he not only broke Marquis Guiming’s killing move, he had even defeated the latter in one fell swoop. Yet now, before it could fully display its might, it was crushed apart by the King of Golden Buddha!

However, at the moment of the explosion, that golden Buddha hand was also blasted into powder, and the horrifying shockwave swept out, kicking up a gale of force as devastating as Destruction.

When the gale passed, a trace of blood trickled from the corner of Wei Wuxian’s mouth. The Devil’s Slaughter Sword being forcibly crushed had caused him no small backlash.

As for the King of Golden Buddha, he was not unscathed either. His complexion also appeared somewhat pale. This thousand-zhang golden Buddha was condensed from his True Qi, and with one of its hands blasted to pieces, he naturally had to endure a certain amount of backlash.

It was just that his Cultivation had long since reached the Saint Level. Whether in cultivation or flesh body, he was far more robust than Wei Wuxian, which was why he hadn’t spat blood.

"A clash at King Level!"

Including Ling Chen, everyone was fully focused on this battle. Without question, Wei Wuxian’s strength was already enough to threaten the King of Golden Buddha. This was not some unequal challenge, but a true confrontation between King-level powers!

This battle could only be described with one word—terrifying.

"To force the King of Golden Buddha to this extent, for someone of the younger generation, is already quite remarkable."

The King of Taisu, seated on the far eastern side, spoke up. For someone of the younger generation to fight a Youth King to such a degree was something unheard of until now.

The younger generation, after all, suffered a huge disadvantage in age. By the same logic, if the four of them were to return to ten years ago and fight their current selves, they would absolutely have no chance of victory. They probably wouldn’t even be able to withstand three moves.

"This should be your strongest sword, right? What other methods do you have next?"

The gaze of the King of Golden Buddha also became much more serious, with no trace of disdain remaining. However, he still did not believe that Wei Wuxian had any chance of victory. He had already used his Buddha Emperor Golden Body. Unless Wei Wuxian could break his Golden Body, otherwise he would stand unshakable.

"My strongest sword?"

Wei Wuxian took a deep breath and suddenly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his eyes were even darker, releasing an even more shocking sharpness. "You think you can measure the limits of the Sword Devil?"

As his words fell, the Sword Devil aura on Wei Wuxian’s body abruptly grew denser, as if it had forcibly risen by an entire level, and it was still climbing without stopping.

"As expected of the Sword Demon’s Descendant—he grows stronger the stronger his opponent is. For him, there is no such thing as a bottleneck."

On the distant high platform, the White Robed Swordsman’s eyes lit up at this scene, and he spoke in mild surprise.

The so-called Sword Devil was one who became a devil for the sword. Such people, in order to raise their strength, would stop at nothing; there was nothing they would not dare to do.

They possessed a Demon Thought surpassing all Swordsmen—or rather, a powerful Heart of Sword Demon—thirsting for endless power. Thus, throughout the history of the Nine Provinces Land, although Sword Devils had indeed appeared, their lifespans were often very short, because they burned through their potential too quickly. This allowed them to reach an extremely powerful level in a very short time, but also made them like a fleeting blossom, falling too soon.

"Even if he grows stronger when facing a strong foe, can he really shake the King of Golden Buddha?" the Dominator Gun Saint beside him spoke in some doubt.

"The King of Golden Buddha’s defense is indeed incomparably strong, but Wei Wuxian may not have no chance," a gleam flashed in the White Robed Swordsman’s eyes.

"It’s useless!"

The yellow monk robes of the King of Golden Buddha billowed wildly as well. The Golden Body Buddha behind him grew ever more solid at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a Holy Monk from the Ancient Era, chanting Brahma verses and seated in meditation, making the King of Golden Buddha’s defense as firm as an iron wall. Even among the four Youth Kings, if it came down to pure offensive power, the King of Snowy Night might not be able to break this defense—let alone Wei Wuxian?

At this moment, Wei Wuxian had already closed in, his Treasure Sword slashing out with the flow. At the same time, the black phantom behind him swelled to a thousand-zhang giant. It was the lifelike phantom of a black-robed Swordsman, the phantom of the Sword Demon of the Previous Era, the source of the Sword Devil aura on Wei Wuxian’s body. The instant it manifested, it swung a sword down from above with a vicious strike!

In the crowd’s line of sight, they saw the two thousand-zhang phantoms about to collide head-on, two overwhelming auras surging straight into the heavens!

Sword Demon of the Previous Era VS Ancient Holy Monk!

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