Chapter 358: Chapter 232: Su Mou has a sword named Cangqiong too! He reaches Dao Integration in the midst of a casual conversation. _1
The thunder pool roared. With Su Bei’s thrust, a muffled horn seemed to resound between heaven and earth, echoing throughout this realm.
The howling wind swept across the exposed Azure Cloud Mountain, causing the flags planted around it to shake violently, the air now mixed with threads of rain.
Raindrops pattered against the large red lanterns.
Then, a pale flash of lightning streaked across the sky. The long-brewing gloom suddenly intensified, accompanied by the dull roar of thunder, as the chilling downpour finally cascaded from the heavens!
This heavy rain was, in fact, a rain of swords!
Tong Xiu watched Su Bei’s mighty and imposing sword thrust and laughed heartily.
He had observed this very move from Su Bei during the duel with Lin Duo, the one that had utterly crushed Lin Duo’s arrogance.
Only, I am not Lin Duo. Compared to Lin Duo, I am even more fearless.
With a swift motion of the horsetail whisk in his hand, talismans of various colors flowed across the surface of his body, and his aura surged dramatically.
He then seemed to dissolve completely into this part of heaven and earth, merging into this expanse of Nine Heavens Jade Thunder.
The might of heaven and earth!
The two forces collided with a thunderous impact.
In Su Bei’s hands, the Qingping Sword absorbed the Nine Heavens Jade Thunder that filled the sky. At this moment, the sword’s radiance stretched a full hundred zhang.
Under the terrifying heavenly thunder, it showed no sign of being outmatched.
However, the Qingping Sword was merely the Qingping Sword. The one wielding it was neither Shangguan Wendao, who once sundered the Cang River with a single slash, nor Gong Sunqingchen, who had slain tens of thousands of Wilderness Cultivators with a single stroke.
Tong Xiu’s eyes narrowed, his spiritual energy surging violently within him as never before. In the next moment, he brought the rolling heavenly thunder crashing down upon Su Bei.
BOOM—
Su Bei was struck fully by the Nine Heavens Jade Thunder. Even though the Qingping Sword had greatly diminished its force, his body was still sent flying backward like a broken kite, his chest a blinding crimson.
He crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust mixed with splatters of blood.
Blood had already obscured his vision; the world he saw was a sea of red.
Su Bei trembled as he raised his hands. The flesh on his index fingers was riddled with cracks, looking almost like dry bones.
A wave of warmth rising in his stomach told Su Bei that his blood was flowing in reverse.
Then, Tong Xiu’s voice echoed from the vault of heaven, "Elder Su, Tong Mou salutes you!"
"However, there can only be one victor on the Ascension Platform, irrespective of cultivation level!"
"Do not blame Tong Mou."
A sharp light glinted in Tong Xiu’s eyes; he had never before drawn upon such power from heaven and earth.
He could clearly feel his meridians collapsing at a terrifying speed, yet he disregarded his internal injuries and, in an unbelievable posture, stood tall in the sky.
Meanwhile, the dark clouds above churned incessantly, lightning flashing furiously, as if the Emperor of Heaven himself were enraged.
In that instant, the eyes of all the spectating cultivators shimmered with disbelief. Their bodies involuntarily retreated as they swallowed hard.
For a time, they were speechless. Finally, Wei Tianqi, the Origin Sect elder who had once been crushed by Tong Xiu, muttered with a complex expression, "He’s gone mad..."
He intends to channel the Nine Heavens Jade Thunder through his body and detonate it towards Su Bei.
And clearly, he had succeeded.
BOOM—
Amidst Tong Xiu’s wild laughter, the thousands of lightning bolts converged into a single point and then blasted toward Su Bei.
He had never imagined someone could force him to use this move. Unleashed for the first time under the gaze of thousands, it symbolized the pinnacle of the Dao Sect’s myriad arts, the ultimate communion with heaven and earth!
"Transforming Sanqing! Thunder from the upturned chalice, Fire from the hollow core!"
"Thunder enthroned upon Fire, roaring."
"The Vault of Heaven, Divine Punishment!"
WHOOSH—
His figure streaked across the sky like a meteor!
The world grew dim, leaving behind only that singular brightness amidst the dark curtain of night.
"This technique is the strongest Tong Mou can currently execute!"
His eyes filled with a boundless yearning—the excitement, the thrill, the joy of finding a worthy opponent!
The strain on his body from this attack was immense, so much so that blood gushed uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth.
"Elder Su, come and fight!" he roared, his teeth stained crimson, lightning flashing in his eyes, as if he commanded the thunder itself. At this moment, he was like a deity enthroned in the Ninth Heaven, looking down upon all mortals.
The surrounding cultivators trembled uncontrollably, like ants beneath the gaze of the heavens.
From him, they could sense that pure and immense nature’s spiritual energy!
Perhaps it could be called the will of heaven and earth!
The will of the heavens!
This will of heaven and earth possessed both the vastness to embrace and command all under heaven, and the ruthless tyranny that could slaughter millions in a fit of rage. It was like a mighty army of thousands, galloping across the land, their advance unstoppable, their blades reaping all before them.
In a daze, they could almost see it: at a command from the heavens, thousands of Jade Thunders descended, slaughtering cities and razing the land. Heads rolled, bodies littered the ground, mounds of skulls were piled high, rivers of blood flowed strong enough to float pestles, and the very color of the mountains and rivers changed.
Beneath the heavens, all were as ants!
The will of heaven cannot be defied.
Seeing this, the elders of the Sacred Land sighed deeply.
Second Elder Wei Nan nodded slightly, a hint of a smile playing about his eyes.
Yang Tianqing shook his head, then glared fiercely at Wei Nan, who was stroking his beard and smiling slowly beside him, and said, "There’s no need to watch anymore. The outcome has already been decided."
"Beneath the heavens, all are as ants."
"The myriad arts of the Dao Sect are not just empty talk..."
Although they were displeased that the Dao Sect had resorted to such borderline tactics, it was all undeniably within the rules.