RNP Chapter 198 Your ruthlessness is far from sufficient!
Chapter 198 Your ruthlessness is far from sufficient!
Chapter 198 Your ruthlessness is far from sufficient!
"Hiss, those are the Qiongqi, Zheng, and Bashe, three of the original demons. These three played an important role in the battles against the Burning Flame Palace and the Purple Cloud Sect. They were truly ferocious and incomparably powerful."
Mo Di, quite cooperatively, gasped and, with the professionalism of a commentator, explained the battle, or rather, You Qingxiang's massacre of demons, to the bewildered disciples of the five sects.
"They have surrounded the Grandmaster; the Grandmaster is in grave danger!"
As soon as he finished speaking, You Qingxiang stretched out a hand, and an extremely turbulent yang energy gathered in his palm. All the demonic and evil auras vanished before him like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.
The three primordial demons, struck by this palm strike, screamed in agony, their skin torn and flesh ripped open, yet they emitted a pungent aroma of flesh.
Their flesh, blood, and internal organs were completely devoid of life, and they were roasted until fully cooked.
You Qingxiang withdrew his hand and looked around. All he could see were large numbers of demon corpses and a few remaining imperial ghost immortals who were still holding on.
Even the original demon, which had undergone numerous improvements by the imperial court and was now thirty feet tall, was still killed by his palm.
Everyone present was horrified, looking with awe at the unfathomable You Qingxiang, who stood with his hands behind his back.
"The power of an individual has reached such a level that one person can rival an entire nation. The might of a Grandmaster is terrifying indeed."
Someone's voice rang out at an inopportune moment, instantly shattering the profound aura that You Qingxiang had painstakingly cultivated.
His lips twitched, he turned and glared in a certain direction behind him, then looked back at the few remaining enemies and said loudly, "Fellow Daoists, do you still want to fight? I am ready to accompany you at any time."
The court ghost immortals exchanged glances, then bowed to him. One of them said, "Our skills are inferior to yours; we are grateful for the Grandmaster's mercy."
After saying that, the group fled without looking back.
They were originally masters who came from wandering martial arts circles. Even though they descended to the imperial court as ghost immortals, they had no intention of fighting to the death or repaying the emperor's favor.
Even their joining the imperial court was only because of its power, but they never expected that the court's enemies would be even stronger, and now they are filled with regret.
With the victory achieved on the western front, the enemy on the eastern front also began to retreat.
The news of the great victory was spread among the disciples of the five sects, to which Mo Di merely shook his head slightly.
They only saw the enemy's retreat, but not their own losses, and didn't even know who had helped them defeat the enemy.
Given time, once You Qingxiang leaves this place, the imperial court will return with renewed force, and Hidden Sword Peak will surely be overthrown.
Modi stood in the crowd, his calm expression contrasting sharply with the others, looking towards the direction of the battlefield to the east.
A figure in white was walking through the air. Even though he had just experienced a great battle, his aura was still strong and was even rising steadily.
"Wan Jing Han? As expected, he has reached the level of You Qingxiang, which is enough to be called a Grandmaster."
Mo Di could tell how far Wan Jinghan had progressed just by observing his aura, and after watching for a while, he lost interest in him.
"If I'm not mistaken, he's on the path of ruthlessness. No wonder he always exudes an aloof aura and hasn't made a move. He'll probably only make a move if there's a crisis in the sect."
The Heartless Path of Ten Thousand Cold Paths is completely the opposite of the Forgetful Heavenly Scripture created by Su Youli.
Although the latter is called "forgetting emotions," it is actually great love, while the former is utterly heartless and devoid of humanity. It is feared that Wan Jinghan now only has a trace of affection for the sect left.
He devoted everything else to the way of the sword, and it is no exaggeration to call him a "sword man".
"That swordsman must have come from Chongyou Qingxiang. I should leave now, lest he see through my disguise with some kind of 'enlightened sword heart' ability."
Modi withdrew his gaze, and just as he took a step forward, a sword aura landed in front of him, blocking his retreat.
He raised an eyebrow, reached out and crushed the sword energy, then took another step forward.
hum.
Several more sword energies suddenly appeared, surrounding him completely. One of them even grazed his cheek, and if he hadn't turned his head in time, he would have lost a strand of his hair.
Modi stopped in his tracks, his gaze shifting to the white-robed figure in the air, his eyes indifferent.
"What do you mean by this?"
The figure in white, carrying a sword, first bowed to You Qingxiang with a solemn expression, then looked at him, his expression returning to its previous indifference, his eyes devoid of any emotion.
He opened his mouth slightly, his voice resonant as if it came from the heavens: "Return it to Elder Kushan, Su Youli."
Mo Di raised his eyes, first glancing at You Qingxiang, and seeing his gossipy expression, then looked back at Wan Jinghan, "Why?"
"For the sake of inheritance," the white-robed swordsman said, "she is the only one who can inherit my ruthless sword path. This is my only obsession before my breakthrough."
"It has to be her?"
"She is indispensable. Only someone deeply in love can be the best candidate to inherit the ruthless sword path, just like I was in the past. Once such a person abandons useless emotions and steps into the ruthless path, their cultivation will naturally progress by leaps and bounds."
Wan Jinghan ignored the murderous intent that was locked onto him, as if he were the eternal Heavenly Dao overlooking the human world, his mouth containing the laws of Heaven.
"Passing on the Daoist tradition is my only remaining obsession. Anyone who obstructs my path to inheriting the Daoist tradition is my enemy. I..."
"You always have another option, which is to die."
Mo Di crushed the three sword energies around him with a single pinch, and killing intent surged out with the blood mist. The members of the five sects around him were shocked and scattered like birds and beasts. Only some grandmasters and ghost immortals surrounded him with ill intentions.
However, Modi ignored them, his eyes only fixed on the white-clad figure high above.
Some mere grandmasters and ghost immortals are no longer worth his attention.
"Who do you think you are, a celestial being? Or something else entirely?"
An invisible divine power enveloped the entire Hidden Sword Peak. Whether they were grandmasters or ghost immortals, their hearts stopped beating, and the long-lost fear surged back into their hearts.
In a daze, they seemed to see a divine realm crashing down on them.
The crimson god, seated on his throne, grinned maliciously and uttered a thunderous question: "Since you insist on waging war against me, I have no choice but to grant your wish and let you be the first to leave the stage."
"I thought you would be more rational and less swayed by emotions."
Wan Jinghan sighed softly, "I don't care about winning or losing the war between ghosts and immortals, nor do I believe in the wishes made in the Heavenly Book. I only believe in the sword in my hand."
"Even if everyone on Hidden Sword Peak dies, I will not be moved. I have already repaid my final karma in the last battle in the capital. Therefore, threatening me with them is useless."
Like an ordinary swordsman, he personally drew the long sword from his back, held it in his hand, and assumed an unremarkable stance.
"You only need to meet my demands to avoid becoming my enemy and continue your war. I will simply shatter her ridiculous emotions and pass on the legacy of the ruthless swordsmanship to her. She won't..."
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Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a burst of wild laughter.
"Ha, hahaha," the blood mist had enveloped the entire Hidden Sword Peak, and a sea of blood with the rudiments of a divine kingdom appeared in the mist.
Above the crimson lotus of karmic fire, the Blood God, who was only a few steps away from fully ascending to godhood, laughed wildly, holding two swords in his arms, looking at Wan Jinghan as if he were looking at a dead man.
"It seems that even you haven't realized that your ruthless path has many flaws, and it's far from perfect than just a tiny bit of obsession."
"Arrogance is the biggest obstacle to your cultivation of the Path of Ruthlessness. You haven't even considered the possibility of failure. Your understanding of the Path of Ruthlessness is far from sufficient!"
Wan Jinghan frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing through his mind, but this emotion was immediately severed by his sword heart.
The Blood God slowly rose from his lotus throne, and the sea of blood surged and rippled with his movements.
Without any warning, the entire sea of blood suddenly pressed down on the white-clad figure in the sky.
You Qingxiang's eyebrows twitched, and with a wave of his sleeve, he used his qi to protect the innocent people on and below the mountain.
A cold glint flashed in Wan Jinghan's eyes as he swung his sword with an ordinary motion.
This sword strike had no variation, no sword energy, and no earth-shattering phenomena; it was simply a single sword strike.
In an instant, the sea of blood was split in two, and two sword lights, one blue and one white, collided head-on with that sword.
"The sword is the king of all weapons. Your swordsmanship is impure, which is a disgrace to this title," Wan Jinghan said calmly.
"It doesn't matter. A sword is just a weapon. As long as it can kill people, that's enough. In other words, I don't care about swordsmanship at all."
Modi sheathed his twin swords, a flash of blood appeared, and the sword light instantly transformed into two giant swords.
Bearing the immense pressure of the entire Blood Sea and the power of 4.8 million Blood God Children, the two swords slammed into Wan Jinghan as if the sky were collapsing.
Faced with this sword and the pure power it carried, even the indifferent Wan Jinghan couldn't help but change his expression slightly.
Bang!
After a loud bang, a figure in white was sent flying backward, blood staining the sky.
Hidden Sword Peak, which also withstood immense force, was razed to the ground.
"This, this is something that can be done by human power?" A ghost immortal who managed to escape the aftershocks trembled. With just one move, a sect that had existed for thousands of years was destroyed. Even a grandmaster like them could not do this.
"Just because someone praises you as the number one grandmaster, you think you're invincible? You're nothing more than a swordsman whose Dao heart was shattered after being cuckolded, and who turned to the ruthless path. If your Dao heart can be shattered once, it can be shattered a second time."
"Don't be so ungrateful. Your heart is broken, and you've turned to the ruthless path of swordsmen. If your Dao heart can be broken once, it can be broken a second time."
In the hazy blood mist, Wan Jinghan stood up in a disheveled state. His invincible aura, nurtured for many years, was shattered in an instant. His expression was no longer calm, but instead carried a hint of gloom.
He heard Mo Di's icy voice above the sea of blood: "Today, I will shatter your Dao heart and sever your ruthless Dao lineage."
His pupils contracted sharply as he saw a sword as large as a mountain split the sky and crash down upon him.
Another loud bang, the impact and its shock spread out, changing the surrounding landscape once again.
Now, even someone familiar with Hidden Sword Peak wouldn't be able to recognize what this place used to be.
"Are all the young people these days this terrifying?" You Qingxiang barely managed to protect the innocent disciples of the five sects, and when he saw the earth that had been sculpted twice, he couldn't help but gasp inwardly.
"Hey, that swordsman is going to be in trouble. Who told him to keep eyeing other people's wives?" He said with a hint of schadenfreude.
He didn't have much affection for that sword cultivator who seemed ruthless but was actually arrogant, who regarded all those weaker than himself as ants and belittled all paths other than the sword path as minor ones.
I even wanted to say, "Well done!"