Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 168 Clash of Divine Intent, No One Survives Under the Sword

Lu Wubing uttered the phrase "ruthless destruction of flowers" and said no more. His aura surged and rippled in all directions like a monstrous wave.

Above their heads, pure white energy tinged with a faint red rose like smoke billowing into the night sky, distorting slightly under the moonlight.

As a result, light and shadow flickered around him, and his figure became less real, transforming reality into illusion, seemingly real yet unreal.

Hidden in the darkness were some martial arts practitioners who had been secretly watching the battle. They all felt as if they had been punched hard in the chest, their breath suffocating. Their heads were buzzing, and they saw countless stars.

A faint illusion began to arise from the depths of my heart, as if a dragon was stirring up waves before my eyes...

There was also a sword that seemed poised to strike but did not quite.

Its sharpness penetrates straight to the soul.

"It's the Vast Ocean Dragon Subduing Sword! This is sword intent! Quick, get away!"

"Good heavens, who said that Lu Wubing of the Southern Sword was a lucky newcomer in the martial arts world?"
Such powerful swordsmanship and such martial arts intent are almost capable of transforming illusion into reality.

Even looking across the world, he can roam freely, and only an unparalleled innate grandmaster can withstand him...

This time, Moonshadow Hall has met its match—no, it's met its match in an impenetrable wall.

"Wasn't it said that this kid's cultivation level was low and his internal strength was shallow? How could he unleash his sword intent to such a terrifying degree?"

"Who knows how he did it? All I can say is that he's a genius, beyond the comprehension of ordinary people."

"Let's go. There's no need to look here anymore. That big ship at sea will be gone soon, and we won't have a chance to interfere."

Several dark figures, like wisps of smoke, swayed a few times in the night wind and gradually moved away.

The hidden masters watching from the sidelines, whose origins and intentions were unknown, all reacted in the same way.

Not to mention the ordinary gang members who originally lived in the South District, who were so frightened that their faces turned pale, they held their breath and retreated, not daring to make the slightest sound.

They were afraid that the young man in blue robes and white collar with a sword in front of Moon Shadow Hall would swing his sword at them.

Legend has it that when innate sword intent strikes, the aftershocks of the sword can reverberate for dozens of feet and even injure a person's spirit; ordinary martial artists are not even qualified to get close.

Let alone ordinary skilled fighters, even elite armies would need to rely on military aura and fierce energy to resist such masters, and also require powerful generals to block them.

Otherwise, thousands of ordinary soldiers would simply be scattered in a single charge, posing absolutely no threat.

This is precisely why, in the history of this world, there have always been stories of top-tier generals who, alone on horseback, charged into battle against thousands of troops.

It's not a legend, it's the truth.

Without equal strength to contend with, numbers are never the deciding factor in victory or defeat.

Quantity can only be used to add icing on the cake, it can never be used to help someone in need.

The Dali Ji family has been a stable and prosperous nation for 320 years, not because its rulers are particularly wise or popular.

The only reason is overwhelming military force.

Not only did they have the assistance of the Three Divine Peaks, but the Ji family's ancestor also possessed a domineering and fierce set of skills called "Phoenix Cry Nine Heavens Technique." Leading an army of 100,000, his murderous aura soared to the heavens and earth, capable of overturning the world.

After establishing his kingdom, he passed on all his knowledge to the royal family and built the Mingfeng Pavilion. The pavilion was full of talented people and supported by the wealth of the country, with experts as numerous as hairs on a cow.

With the strength of a single family or clan, one can rival any sect in the world.

Even now, the Great Li Dynasty is in turmoil and looks rather ominous.

Within the Ji family royal family, there is still a pillar of strength guarding the capital, standing firm and unyielding.

This person is Ji Changkong, the Phoenix King, who ranks among the top three of the eight kings in the world.

This is the visible force responsible for combat.

There are still countless hidden masters operating in the shadows.

Therefore, while chaos reigned in every prefecture and county across the land, Weijing City remained peaceful and prosperous, embodying an atmosphere of tranquility and prosperity.

There was absolutely no indication that chaos was about to befall them.

This demonstrates the immense power of true innate experts, especially grandmasters who have grasped their own unique martial arts will.

It was as if someone had appeared right in front of me.

No.

There are two of them.

As Lu Wubing released his aura, his sword intent soared to the sky, and a wisp of killing intent firmly locked onto the frail woman with a severed arm and bare feet. Not only was the woman's body stiff and cold, devoid of any fighting spirit, but the remaining hundred or so swordsmen in the Moon Shadow Hall also all wore expressions of despair.

While the swordsmen, desperately fleeing in panic as they were chased by the disciples of the Tianxing Sect, were fighting like cornered beasts, some servants and maids were also running away haphazardly, like headless flies.

Among them was an old man dressed simply, covered in mud, with deep wrinkles on his forehead, who was also running unsteadily, afraid of being cut by the blind swords.

As Lu Wubing's sword intent soared into the sky, a wisp of energy swept across an area of ​​seven or eight zhang around him. The old man stopped running around wildly and instead slowly stopped, raising his head which had been lowered.

As he looked up straight ahead, his hunched and withered body, like an inflated balloon, instantly became fuller.

Her pale hair danced wildly like a flag as the night wind blew, and her upper garments burst open and fluttered like gray butterflies.

Before anyone knew it, a knife had appeared in his hand.

This knife is no more than three feet long and four fingers wide, with a thick back, a thin blade, and is wider at the front and narrower at the back...

He held the blade upside down in his hand, and the blade's energy swirled around his body like a tornado.

The trees, walls, and stone pavement in the courtyard were struck by this blade-like force, as if being peeled off, sending up layers of gray mist.

It was clearly one person.

To everyone else, however, it appeared to be a knife.

A black-backed, white-bladed "Water-Slicing Wave-Cutting Blade".

"How did you find out?"

The old man's orange-skinned face seemed to have regained its vitality in a final burst of energy, all of which smoothed out. His complexion also became rosy and radiant, as if his energy had instantly reached its peak, returning him to his prime.

It's clear that this person has a heroic demeanor and domineering eyes.

In his youth, he must have been a man of absolute authority.

But when he grew old, he was just like an old, ordinary person, hiding among the servants, losing all face, just to make a move.

Before the attack could even be launched, his identity had already been exposed.

Although his face had turned ruddy and his sword intent had reached its peak, the surrounding void seemed to be about to split in two.

But everyone could sense a sense of desolation, like "a hero in his twilight years, a beauty with white hair."

They could sense the hint of suicidal intent that had arisen in the other person's heart.

"Your Excellency can conceal your vital energy and spirit, and portray all kinds of people... but you don't understand that amazing artistry is ultimately like the brightest star in the night sky. It can never be hidden or concealed."

Lu Wubing said something that no one else could understand.

He knew that the old man could understand him.

[Heaven rewards diligence] Other things are hard to learn, but mastering a skill is a profession.

Any skill, once in his hands, can be transformed into something extraordinary if he is willing to spend the time and effort to practice diligently. The dust settles, and light shines forth, radiating dazzling brilliance.

The same applies to knife skills and swordsmanship, as well as cooking and painting.

Even posture, gait, and the demeanor of one's gestures can be practiced.

While others might not clearly recognize the uniqueness of the skill, Lu Wubing was different; he could distinguish it clearly.

He can see clearly every person and every action, whether it is natural or in accordance with the way of heaven.
Doesn't it have a comfortable and smooth feel that makes it hard to look away?
This fellow, who looks like a useless old servant, is timid and slow-moving. But whether he moves or not, he is still the champion of timidity, a star among the old men.

Every movement was perfectly timed, making it comfortable and pleasant to watch.

Even the elite disciples of the Tianxing Sect who had mastered the Great Perfection Sword Style seemed like one or two-year-old toddlers who had just learned to walk in front of him.

His mind reflected the heavens and earth, and a sense of crisis lingered around him. Lu Wubing didn't even need to search much to locate him.

This is precisely why he no longer conceals his own sword intent.

Because there's no way to hide it.

Any master who has grasped the essence of martial arts can naturally sense the danger lurking around them, even without discovering an enemy.

"That's right, it couldn't have been kept secret anyway."

The old man holding the knife suddenly realized what had happened, bowed slightly, and said with a smile, "I have learned a lot."

He turned to look at Wuyin Qiushuang, who was on the verge of tears beside him, and glanced at her empty left arm. He then turned back and said slowly, "Goddess Qiushuang is of noble status and must not die in front of me. Why not spare her life? I will face you in a duel, and whether she lives or dies will be up to fate."

"She can escape whenever she wants; you're worrying too much."

What Lu Wubing said was certainly true.

This woman named Wuyin Qiushuang possessed an extraordinary ability to conceal herself.

She managed to escape from his grasp both times.

The last time, at the Luojiang Qingshui Wharf in the west, I only managed to grab her personal bead, and she escaped with her life by using the method of using an object to represent her.

This time, he countered a sneak attack with a sneak attack, and a shadow technique with a shadow technique, no longer hoping for a fatal blow. He finally severed her left arm, giving her a great loss.

But despite her pitiful appearance, this woman still has some trump cards up her sleeve.

At least, in Lu Wubing's memory, the guy he met on the road who used a red leaf as a substitute had another trick up his sleeve: he could use a puppet to take his place in death.

The other party did not use it.

At the very least, we need to kill her once before we can truly kill her on the spot.

At this moment, her pitiful expression was half genuine and half feigned; she hadn't truly reached a dead end.

"Young Brother Lu, why play dumb? Let's be frank. If you hadn't mastered the Mist Shadow Technique, you naturally couldn't do anything to her. But you've gained immense benefits from Mist Shadow Red Leaf, comprehended the true meaning of Mist Shadow, and can see through its mysteries..."

No matter how many tricks a goddess has up her sleeve, if she's truly targeted, she'll ultimately meet her end. This isn't due to a lack of skill, but rather a difference in strength.

The old man wielding the sword spoke eloquently, his gaze calm and unwavering: "I am Nagata Shinichi, and I will use my Water-Splitting Wave-Chasing Blade to test the power of the Eight Dragon-Subduing Swords. Even if I die at your hands today, it will be a worthy death."

"Of course, if you insist on pursuing the goddess, then I'll have no choice but to use your subordinates as a sacrifice. I wonder how many of them will actually survive?"

Lu Wubing sighed inwardly, thinking to himself that this was indeed the nature of a wandering swordsman from the Eastern Barbarians. Killing and setting fires everywhere... talking about killing was as easy as blowing a breath.

There was absolutely no psychological burden.

What he meant was clear.

You can go after Wuyin Qiushuang, I won't stop you.

In a short time, your fellow disciples may suffer heavy casualties.

Of course, in Shinichi Nagata's mind...

Even if there were ten times more disciples of the Heavenly Star Sect, they wouldn't be as important as a single hair on Wuying Qiushuang's head.

He wouldn't do this exchange unless absolutely necessary.

When he speaks, he still lacks a certain confidence.

Although the sword intent was concentrated and fierce, it was delayed in being unleashed, precisely because Lu Wubing was worried that he would avoid the sharpest point and focus his attack on Wuyin Qiushuang.

Judging from the fact that the two of them had unleashed their sword and saber intents in a direct confrontation, it was clear that the level of the sword intent was actually far inferior to that of the opponent's sword intent.

The reason is very simple.

Sword intent enveloped the surrounding area.

But the sword intent is focused on one person.

It's obvious to the naked eye which is superior.

"You know what I want."

Lu Wubing seemed completely unconcerned.

He cared neither about the life of Wu Yin Qiushuang nor about the lives of the disciples of Tianxing Sect, including Cheng Liangyu and Lin Wenjing. His eyes were indifferent, and a wisp of divine will split in two.

One part of it locked down the spirit of Mist-Hidden Autumn Frost, and another part locked down the sword intent of Nagata Shinichi.

As one could see, although he stood still, he was unpredictable and could pounce on the two at any time, making it impossible for them to intercept or stop him.

"I will never forget your kindness in giving me a sword, sir. One day, I will definitely learn from your superior skills."

Wu Yin Qiushuang's eyes reddened, as if she was about to cry from being bullied, but her actions were not hesitant at all. She decisively took out a soft leather piece the size of a palm from her bosom.

There was a word printed on the leather.

To the left is the view of Sun and Moon Mountain, and to the right is the rippling river.

It is the character 【影】.

Lu Wubing glanced at it, feeling both disappointed and somewhat pleased.

Disappointingly, this sheepskin was ultimately just a copied and imprinted copy.

No matter how meticulously crafted, a fake is still a fake...

Some of the strokes, though seemingly disconnected in meaning, could not be perfectly formed into the character "影" in one's mind.

The good news is that this parchment map is much more complete than the one we obtained before. If the first map we got from the Red Leaf Assassin only had a third of its divine meaning fully understood...

This picture, however, has two-thirds of its content that can be truly understood.

The remaining parts that were not fully copied are unclear whether they were intentional or simply not meant to be recorded.

"Don't be disappointed. This picture is extremely profound. Even if ordinary people only grasp a little bit of it, it will be enough for them to roam freely in all directions."

I began learning this painting at the age of thirteen, and after nine years of hard work, I still haven't been able to fully grasp its true meaning... Of course, with your understanding, sir, you will certainly not allow this painting to be tarnished..."

At this point, a hint of expectation seemed to appear in Wuyin Qiushuang's eyes, though it was unclear what she was expecting. She said, seemingly out of kindness, "If you wish to advance further and comprehend the true divine will, you might as well go to that great ship of heaven and earth and personally visit my master..."

The complete text is with him; one can only view it up close. No other method, whether it's copying or diligent memorization, will allow for a complete understanding.

Is this a case of having already surrendered, but then digging a hole for oneself before leaving?

Lu Wubing caught the white sheepskin, glanced at it, and put it into his pocket. As if he didn't understand the other party's meaning at all, he smiled and said, "I will definitely visit you when I have time in the future."

He had no idea who this Master of Misty Autumn Frost was. He shouldn't ask too many questions at this moment, as asking too many would reveal his ignorance and might cause the other party to have bad intentions.

"Qiushuang will surely inform my master, and we will welcome him with open arms."

Wu Yinqiu smiled faintly, seemingly no longer holding a grudge against Lu Wubing for cutting off her arm. As a gust of wind blew by, the leaves of the trees in the courtyard swayed, and the moon's shadow rose and fell.

Her figure vanished in a flash, as if merging into the shimmering light and shadow.

A sorrowful voice echoed through the air: "Master Duan Shui, please take good care of yourself. Qiu Shuang will never forget this kindness and virtue."

Lu Wubing did not move; his divine will was like a thread, being stretched further and further away, becoming thinner and thinner.

Three miles outside the city, it suddenly broke apart.

It's easy to imagine how fast this woman moved.

She really can escape her own lock in a short period of time.

He escaped in a short while.

He wanted to kill her, perhaps with two sword strikes, perhaps with three.

Most likely, they would be able to completely intercept and kill them when they were more than ten miles outside the city.

Shinichi Nagata is actually right.

If they were to pursue and kill this woman with all their might... and allow such a master of innate sword intent to run rampant, it would be hard to say what would become of Cheng Liangyu and the others.

In Lu Wubing's heart, the lives of ten Wuyin Qiushuang were not worth as much as one of his fellow disciples.

Why would they make such an unwise choice?

However, the other party naturally wouldn't dare to take that risk.

I'd rather give up some material possessions than risk everything.

This is like trying to fight a wolf with a stick – you're afraid of both sides.

By this time, the misty autumn frost had already gone far away, so Lu Wubing simply stopped paying attention to it and focused all his attention back on it. The sword intent around him, like a raging blue sea, pressed down on Nagata Shinichi with a thunderous roar.

At the same time, he slightly pulled his hands back, and a fierce wind swept in from all directions.

With a whoosh, the light from dozens of torches, along with the faint moonlight in the sky, transformed into countless threads of light that collapsed towards his body.

It's like a giant eye of the sea appearing on the spot, swallowing everything tangible and intangible.

Nagata Shinichi's sword intent was firmly locked onto Lu Wubing, using his spirit to control the sword and his will to guide his qi.

It was about to unleash a devastating strike.

Just as the blade was about to be drawn, the opponent suddenly vanished.

A huge void seemed to appear in front of him, and his spirit and blood seemed to be out of control, rushing towards that dark void.

Not only his spirit and blood, but also his killing intent and unparalleled sword intent, all began to weaken slightly in an instant.

"what……"

Shinichi Yamada knew something was wrong.

The opponent's will was overwhelming, and the initiative was firmly in control. When not making a move, the opponent's movements were unsteady, and the opponent's spirit could not be locked. This strike could not be completely successful, nor could it be launched with a strong attack.

But after waiting a while, they found that the other side was beginning to build up its strength.

This was the perfect opportunity to attack, but unexpectedly, everything before my eyes was blurred, like a giant, dark dragon from the abyss opening its mouth, tilting its head back to swallow me whole.

We can't wait any longer.

He roared, no longer caring about the clash of sword intents, and his true energy exploded, transforming into countless layers of sword energy.

With a furious burst of energy, countless sharp blades appeared before him, crashing down with a thunderous roar.

Regardless of whether what lies ahead is nothingness or reality, it merely senses the location vaguely and strikes ruthlessly, destroying everything with overwhelming force.

boom……

As the blades flashed, the plaza in front rippled like water.

Countless stones and dust particles were thrown and impacted to both sides.

Wherever the blade flashed, the force was like a wave, and more than ten houses collapsed and crumbled at the same time...

A series of cries and shouts erupted from all sides.

I could only faintly hear it.

This move, "Chasing Waves in a Thousand Layers," is an endless barrage of sword energy, layer upon layer.

It seemed as if it wanted to cut through the vast blue waves before its eyes.

Wherever the blade flashed, even the moonlight in the sky dimmed and became gloomy.

All the disciples around retreated, their hearts pounding like drums.

It wasn't just the burst of sword energy that impacted all directions.

Its will is so sharp that just seeing it is enough to imprint it on one's soul.

It made people feel as if disaster was imminent, leaving them no choice but to retreat.

The expressions of everyone around changed, and Shinichi Nagata's face also changed, the rosy color fading and turning slightly pale.

He discovered that his previous move, the Wave-Chasing Blade, had missed its mark.

Yes, it was all for naught.

When a master of innate strength locks onto an opponent with their divine will, it is unheard of for them to miss their target.

Even if the attack isn't solid, it won't be aimed at the ground.

If other innate experts knew that his Water-Severing Blade Technique could only slash in the air, wouldn't that be a laughing stock?

The consequences of missing the target with a single strike are terrifying.

Shinichi Nagata's entire body was thrown uncontrollably toward that pitch-black abyss.

A soft laugh echoed in my mind.

"Take my sword too."

He forcefully swung his sword, creating a swirling airwave, then pointed the sword to the sky. The sword light was like mist as it slashed down fiercely.

This strike was ethereal and effortless, as if he exerted no effort at all, yet the veins on his forehead and neck bulged, indicating that he was working extremely hard.

The massive swirling airwave in front of him split in two.

At the same time, as Lu Wubing absorbed the light, the pitch-black area also separated.

It was as if the shattered square before my eyes had become a vast, blue sea, neatly split in two.

A soft whisper echoed in my ears from all sides.

Shinichi Nagata's heart sank suddenly.

He knew something was wrong.

His divine will was affected, and his sword energy repeatedly missed its target. Wherever his sword intent went, he couldn't even find a trace of his enemy.

It's like a blind person trying to hit an open-eyed person; even if they use all their strength, they can't hit them.

Even though his sword energy could sever water ripples and destroy dikes, it was ultimately a futile effort.

When one's spirits wane, the past of one's entire life begins to replay in one's mind.

From the hardships of farming and labor in his youth, never having enough to eat, to one day when pirates attacked the village, his parents fell in pools of blood, and he was dragged onto a ship by a one-eyed swordsman, becoming a lowly laborer...

After enduring hardship in silence, he finally managed to steal a move or two, and taking advantage of the opponent's drunkenness, he killed the one-eyed swordsman and threw him into the sea. He also found a sword manual.

Three months later, his swordsmanship improved greatly, and he killed all the swordsmen on the ship. He recruited more people, and his power increased significantly.

Many years later, he became the renowned "Water-Cutting Grandmaster," whose power and influence extended to dozens of city-states.

The joys of life are endless, and the riches and glory are boundless.

Until one day, a young man in his early twenties came to their door.

"Ito Yukihara, please enlighten me, senior..."

That one piece of advice cost him the rest of his life.

He had no complaints about being defeated by that one blow.

It can only be said that some geniuses cannot be viewed as ordinary people; they are born to be high above the heavens.

However, in that battle, he fought back with seven blows, using all his skills, before being defeated, which can be considered as fully demonstrating all the knowledge he had acquired in his life.

Unlike now, when two deadly strikes are delivered, the enemy's true form cannot be touched, and their divine will is deceived, leaving the fight extremely frustrating.

"No, divine will..."

A thought changes.

Shinichi Nagata knew something was wrong. Legend has it that among the Eight Swords of Subduing Dragon, the most magical and mysterious one is the "When Dragons Have No Leader, the World Will Be Prosperous".

This sword is silent and stealthy, and its most potent attack is on the mind.

Anyone with a flaw in their heart cannot avoid this sword.

In a daze, one dies without even knowing how they died.

Who would recall the past when facing a life-or-death situation...?

Shinichi Nagata struggled to focus his mind, about to swing his sword again, when he saw a light before him.

chi...

His forehead was pierced, and the tip of the sword protruded from behind his head.

The sword light flashed and then disappeared in an instant, as if it had never been used at all.

Blood shot backward like arrows.

Shinichi Nagata's entire expression, all his melancholy, froze.

The long sword, half-raised, slowly fell to the dust, then tilted back and collapsed.

At the time of the attack, the sky was filled with wind and rain, and the sea was raging with storms.

When they die, they are just as silent and insignificant as dust.

Snapped……

Silently watching Nagata Shinichi fall.

Amidst the wailing from all sides, Lu Wubing sighed and said in a deep voice, "Kill all these rogue masters."

"Senior Sister Cheng, are you still regretful that you couldn't keep that woman?"

"Junior brother was only worried about our safety and had no other choice. Besides, when is it not possible to kill a mere enemy?"

"When I have achieved mastery in my cultivation, I will personally avenge this humiliation; only then will it be truly satisfying."

"it is good."

"Since you're here to finish things up, I'll head back first."

We will discuss this again tomorrow morning…

After saying that, Lu Wubing turned around and left in a flash.

He only felt that the primordial energy in his mind was like a raging fire burning a city, seemingly about to break through a certain barrier, and his mind was filled with ever-changing thoughts.

Having just killed a master of innate sword intent, absorbing this primordial spirit will be an absolute boon.

This is a golden opportunity for a breakthrough.

Perfect timing! The Purple Flame Shell is full, so there's no need to worry about making a mistake. The sword intent will break through another barrier, and it's ready to strike at any moment.

……

(End of this chapter)