Chapter 354: Chapter 230 A Promise_3
He paid no mind to the opinions of the audience below, nor did he care about the turmoil in their hearts as he spoke indifferently,
"Su Mou, on this Ascension Platform, has actually only made a promise to one person.
A man must keep his word."
In the Sword Sect’s residence, Wenren Pingxin remained silent, his crimson lips reflecting a dazzling light under the ambient light, somewhat blinding.
"Go!"
Suddenly, Su Bei let out a deep shout, and the Qingping Sword, intertwined with strands of Spiritual Energy, vibrated violently.
Great Dao Qi, a hundred times stronger than ordinary Spiritual Energy, surged crazily into his body.
Sword light erupted.
The next moment, the Qingping Sword completely broke free from Tong Xiu’s control, soaring across the sky and drifting around Su Bei.
Without Tong Xiu’s restraint, the Qingping Sword traced a dazzling arc of sword light in the heavens.
Tong Xiu took a deep breath, his eyes intensely fixed on the scene before him.
He had actually lost in a mere contest of Spiritual Energy.
The Elders on the Elder’s Platform were somewhat astonished at this sight, and Yang Tianqing remarked with emotion,
"In terms of the purity of Spiritual Energy, this young man can truly be considered the foremost under Dao Integration. It’s a pity, however, that Elder Tong relies on the forces of heaven and earth..."
In this probing exchange, Su Bei gained a slight upper hand.
Immediately after, the atmosphere atop the Ascension Platform took a sudden turn.
Everyone knew that the real decisive battle was about to begin.
Tong Xiu licked his dried lips and said with a smile,
"Elder Su, you are the most interesting opponent I have ever met. I hope you won’t disappoint me..."
His tone shifted, and he gestured in an instant,
"Transforming Sanqing, with the upper trigram Dui missing, hexagram Kun severed!
Earth gives rise to the marsh, and the marsh surges forth!
The Mud River of Dui and Kun!"
The Ascension Platform trembled. The entire area began to crack. Then, muddy traces emerged from beneath, covering the whole platform as if it were a dark, abyssal swamp. These traces spread across the entire area, the earth shaking ceaselessly.
The cold, damp mire harbored terrifying Spiritual Energy, like ghastly maggots clinging to bones, exuding a gloomy, bone-chilling cold.
The force of heaven and earth!
Tong Xiu’s eyes were fiercely fixed on Su Bei. He knew of Su Bei’s Supreme Yang Body from the battle with Lin Duo, and this overwhelming force could maximally restrict his capabilities.
From below the platform, the endless streams of mud seemed insignificant. But in Su Bei’s eyes, they loomed vast, nearly obscuring the entire firmament!
Spiritual Energy instantly enveloped Su Bei, and the Qingping Sword was in hand.
Sword One!
The most straightforward of strikes, and also the most fundamental move in the Sword Scripture!
It was both a decisive thrust and the quickest killer, earning it a romantic name, yet beneath that name lay countless buried skeletons.
A single thrust, deep and profound!
A purple-blue lotus flower suddenly bloomed in front of Su Bei, exuding an ethereal aura filled with a chilling Sword Intent!
Qingping Sword Qi!
A stroke of Sword Intent traversed the world.
Between Su Bei and Tong Xiu was a vast expanse of Sword Intent, with no other element in sight.
Within such a spirited air, a sword to slay an Immortal.
Behind the Sword Intent, Sword Qi emerged, thundering forward like the roar of lightning, with the momentum of a thousand cavalry trampling the earth.
CLANG—
Tong Xiu sneered. Facing Su Bei’s strike, he swept his hand grandly. The sky seemed to press down, and the swamp that filled the heavens instantly converged into a single mass, madly surging towards Su Bei.
Tong Xiu’s attack was fundamentally different from Su Bei’s. Tong Xiu only needed to use a very small amount of Spiritual Energy, borrowing the mighty forces of heaven and earth for his offense. In contrast, every sword swing from Su Bei crazily consumed the Spiritual Energy in his Dantian Qi Sea.
And how could the Dantian’s Qi possibly compete with the vastness of heaven and earth?
BOOM—
The two terrifying forms of Spiritual Energy collided. After a brief moment of silence, the mountainside behind the Ascension Platform suddenly shattered, rocks falling like rain.
Su Bei’s figure instantly retreated dozens of steps, his feet sinking deep into the ground as he slid backward.
Tong Xiu remained unmoved, his eyes narrowed, and his eyebrows slightly raised.
After that move, even if Su Bei wasn’t seriously injured, he definitely wouldn’t have appeared so unaffected. Could it be that my own Yin cold had no effect on his Supreme Yang Body at all?
Little did he know that Su Bei didn’t actually possess the true Supreme Yang Body. Or perhaps, the techniques Su Bei used dealt fixed damage, unrelated to the external environment!
Su Bei took a deep breath. The Qingping Sword sank deeply into the ground as he slid backward several dozen meters, leaving behind a crack that stretched for tens of meters on the platform.
Seeing that his attack hadn’t succeeded, Tong Xiu didn’t wait for Su Bei to fully steady himself before he swung his hand in the next instant,
"Transforming Sanqing, Qian Triad, Sundering Xun.
Heaven transforms into wind! The windstorm rolls forth!
Qian Xun Wind Slice!"
A sudden gale rose. The tyrannical Spiritual Energy under the sky scattered in all directions before converging again. It formed a wind dragon tens of meters long, roaring as it surged towards Su Bei.
Carrying with it the marsh from the ground, imbued with a sinister, bone-chilling Yin cold, it was as if thousands of wind swords instantly charged into the sky.
Su Bei placed both hands on the hilt of the Qingping Sword and yanked it out fiercely.
Golden lotuses around him blossomed suddenly!
Sovereign Sword!
Beneath the grandiosity filling the sky, a dazzling sword light flashed across the space between heaven and earth, then disappeared in a blink.
On top of the platform, the expanse of heaven and earth blurred by the wind and chill cracked inch by inch!
This strike, Sword Two, Mountain and River Divide!
Standing between heaven and earth, Su Bei was overturned by this sword, his entire body’s blood and Qi flowing in reverse.
That sword seemingly landed on nothing, yet it made a sound like tearing fabric. With the point where Qingfeng struck as the center, the effect spread outwards unceasingly.
This sword cut clean through the ocean of mud before him. Yet, within that raging wind, it was as unstable as a rootless plant, swaying precariously.
So insignificant it was nearly imperceptible, like a grain of sand in the vast ocean!
The next moment, CLANG—
That golden streak of sword light actually pierced through layers of wind walls. A sound like a great, resonant bell rang out—the sound of impact against the immovable, raging winds encircling Tong Xiu!
Tong Xiu’s figure was actually forced back several steps by this sword. The next moment, Su Bei was sent flying backward.
A stream of blood sprayed out!
Su Bei propped himself up with the Qingping Sword, his black hair fluttering wildly. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gazing solemnly at the man before him.
For the first time, he was injured by an external force.
It wasn’t that his meridians had ruptured; he was purely injured by the terrifying Spiritual Energy of the great power of heaven and earth.
"As expected of Elder Tong." Su Bei then uttered a single, heavy word: "Good."
Blood kept flowing down from his lips, staining his white robe.
On Azure Cloud Mountain, all the cultivators watched this scene with grave expressions.
The air was filled with dead silence.