Chapter 832: The Edge Must Be Shown
Guan Feibai’s sword strike appeared very simple, but in truth, it was one of the most powerful techniques in the Li Mountain Sword Style.
Years ago, during the Battle of Luoyang, the sect master of the Li Mountain Sword Sect—Su Li’s teacher—witnessed Emperor Taizong’s Frost-Leftover Divine Spear and comprehended a sword technique from it.
This sword was a battlefield sword. When unleashed, it was like a spear that pierced the heavens, capable of facing ten thousand enemies alone. It was named “Edge.”
Not “the edge fully revealed,” but “the edge must be shown.” If there was an edge, heaven and earth had to see it.
The gale howled wildly. Countless waves rose on the river surface. Broken grass danced madly, the scene overwhelmingly imposing.
Two years ago, Guan Feibai had achieved Star Convergence on the snowy plains battlefield. Now, he was at the mid-stage of Star Convergence. Though he was a widely recognized sword genius, he was still young. With his current cultivation level, unleashing such a powerful secret sword technique of the sect was actually beyond his capacity. Yet he used it without hesitation, paying no heed to the very real possibility of being backlashed by the sword intent.
Because at this moment, he was furious—and also deeply shaken.
If Chen Changsheng hadn’t possessed the Ten Thousand Swords to protect himself, wouldn’t he have died right before his eyes tonight?
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In the deep winter night, a sharp, utterly exposed sword intent sliced through the air, as if a white rainbow had been born.
From the grass came a muffled, violent thud. Countless clods of dirt were flung into the air, and a gray, hunched, small figure was shaken out.
That person was stooped, very short, and dressed in black. It was the same monster Chen Changsheng had encountered in Hanqiu City.
A clear, deep sword scar appeared on the monster’s abdomen. Two fingers on its left hand were also severed, likely cut off by Chen Changsheng’s sword earlier.
Yet, whether from the wound on its abdomen or the severed fingers, what flowed out was not blood, but a gray liquid.
Staring at Guan Feibai, the monster let out a shrill, low howl.
This howl was filled with pain and a mad, killing impulse.
Just as the “Edge” sword strike wounded the monster, a warning flashed in Guan Feibai’s sword heart, along with clear feedback from his sword sense.
The monster’s skin, even its entire body, was extremely tough, as if covered in some kind of soft armor, or plastered with countless grains of mud—very slippery and hard to land a solid blow.
His strongest strike, which he had used despite risking backlash from the sword intent, had only managed to leave a sword wound on the monster’s body, not seriously injure it!
Seeing the monster charge at him, Guan Feibai’s expression tightened, but he showed no fear. His battle intent surged once more.
The longsword in his hand had shattered in the violent strike just now. Now his hands were empty, but that didn’t mean he had lost his combat power.
How could a proud member of the Seven Laws of the Divine Kingdom lose to this ugly monster that looked like a giant rat?
An extremely sharp, formless aura manifested on his forearm. The night wind shattered upon meeting it.
No wonder he was a sword genius of the Li Mountain Sword Sect—he had actually cultivated Sword Aura!
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The monster was accustomed to a life of darkness. Under normal circumstances, having failed to assassinate Chen Changsheng, with the Dao Hall’s formation already activated and the National Church’s experts surely rushing over, it would have turned and fled without hesitation, unwilling to take any risks.
But not tonight. It couldn’t control its emotions.
Having been wounded by “Edge,” it had already grown angry. When it realized that the one who hurt it was using the Li Mountain Sword Style, and that its opponent was a young disciple of the Li Mountain Sword Sect, its rage burned even more fiercely. Its eyes turned bloodshot. The branding deep in its soul grew scorching hot, burning until only one thought remained.
Su Li must die! Everyone connected to Su Li must die! And the people of the Li Mountain Sword Sect—all of them must die!
The gale howled as the monster tore through the night sky, carrying a stench of filth and a terrifying pressure!
Whether in Hanqiu City or during the earlier ambush, the monster had always struck from the shadows and then tried to flee, never revealing its full strength. Only now, determined to kill Guan Feibai, did it show its true cultivation level—and it was terrifyingly powerful!
Blood trickled from the corner of Guan Feibai’s mouth. This was the result of the sword intent backlash, compounded by forcing his Sword Aura to run while injured.
Facing that terrifying, icy shadow, he quickly judged that he was no match. But so what?
Right now, he stood before Chen Changsheng.
As long as he stood here, the monster could not harm Chen Changsheng.
As for himself, he believed that even if the monster wanted to defeat him, it would have to pay a sufficient price.
Yes. As the most fierce and violent disciple of the Li Mountain Sword Sect, he had chosen his strongest strike for his first attack. This time, he was ready to choose his most ruthless strike.
The final form of the Li Mountain Sword Sect’s Dharma Sword!
He was prepared to trade life for life, wound for wound.
He firmly believed that no matter how severely he was injured, the monster could not leave unscathed—and if that were the case, it wouldn’t be able to escape tonight at all.
Chen Changsheng had just shattered the frost that had frozen his body and mind when he saw this scene. He shouted, “No!”
He didn’t fully understand the monster’s strength and methods, but he knew very well that the monster was covered in deadly poison.
If Guan Feibai tried to trade wound for wound, the outcome might not be what he imagined. He might even die.
Chen Changsheng had awakened a moment too late. He could only shout, unable to do anything.
Guan Feibai’s right hand fell like a sword. The Sword Aura broke the wind without a sound. He didn’t even glance at the monster’s tentacle-like fingers, which shot out like lightning.
It seemed destined to be a mutual destruction—or something even worse. Who could change this?
A small figure burst through the window of the Dao Hall.
At that moment, the small figure was still dozens of zhang away from the scene. Logically, there was absolutely no way to make it in time.
But that figure’s speed had surpassed the bounds of logic. It was like a true bolt of lightning.
That lightning eerily dodged the grass clippings and dirt in the night wind, striking the monster with perfect accuracy.
To describe it more precisely—the small figure simply crashed directly into the monster in midair.
A dull thud exploded in the night sky. Grass clippings and dirt flew once more.
The monster was knocked dozens of zhang away onto the grass, who knew how many bones broken.
The small figure landed in front of Chen Changsheng and Guan Feibai, swaying slightly.
It was Nanke.
The monster knew how terrifying Nanke’s speed was. It dared not linger any longer and turned to burrow into the grass.
Nanke knew that if the monster escaped into the earth, it would be nearly impossible to catch. Without hesitation, she prepared to pursue again.
But just as she was about to leap, her body swayed once more. Clearly, she had taken considerable damage from the earlier collision.
At that moment, another figure jumped down from a tall tree in the night sky.
Zhe Xiu had arrived.
Looking at the scene, he didn’t think at all, nor did he calculate or deduce. He simply charged forward in his usual combat style.
He fell from the tree like a meteor, slamming into the hole that had just appeared in the grass.
With a thunderous boom, the earth trembled violently. The river churned with waves. Grass clippings, fallen leaves, and dirt flew up again, blotting out the starlight. The scene was plunged into darkness.
As the dust gradually settled, the grass was revealed. A large pit had appeared in the ground, about a zhang deep. Faintly, ripples of water could be seen at the bottom.