Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 219 A Heaven-Piercing Spear, Divine Power Shocks the World
The Seven Emotions, the Wrath of Heaven

Shen Xinzhu slowly pressed her hands down into the void, her hair dancing wildly in the wind. With a gentle strum of her fingers, a beautiful zither melody, seemingly from nowhere, resounded between heaven and earth, penetrating straight to the soul.

Even Lu Wubing felt his heart skip a beat when he heard the sound of the zither.

Using the heavens as a zither, and the seven emotions as its strings.

Listening to the subtle nuances of the zither music, he understood that it was Senior Sister Xinzhu's [Wrathful Strings] vibration, using her own heart to represent the will of Heaven. As long as one was within her attack range, there was absolutely no way to dodge; one could only withstand the attack head-on.

This was the first time Lu Wubing had ever seen Shen Xinzhu display such a murderous aura.

In the past, she always provided support from the shadows and never acted as the main force.

Firstly, she lacked self-confidence; secondly, she considered herself merely a gynecologist who healed and saved lives, never imagining she would directly confront people in a life-or-death struggle.

Of course, there is another, most important reason.

Although she loved music and was most skilled at playing the zither, she couldn't help but subconsciously believe that the Seven Emotions Heavenly Melody originated from the Heavenly Melody Hall of the Demonic Sect, and was a skill that couldn't be brought to light.

No matter how I try to console myself, it's ultimately just a seductive and harmful message that hurts both myself and others.

This complex mix of resistance and reliance suggests that Shen Xinzhu's piano skills may have reached their peak.

However, their inner beliefs were not so firm.

She would never use her music to hurt anyone unless absolutely necessary.

He would only take out his zither and play a few notes when he encountered a patient who was particularly distressed.

At that time, during the wedding banquet at Jin Yutang, after Lu Wubing uttered the words, "Skills are neither good nor bad, but people are," and then, with his Seven Emotions Heavenly Sound technique, he made the Beggar Clan's Nine-Bag Elder reveal his sordid past...

This proved that techniques can kill, but they can also exorcise demons. Then, with his sword, he killed three innate masters with a single strike, demonstrating an inviolable truth.

From that moment on, Shen Xinzhu felt a sense of clarity and understanding.

They no longer felt ashamed of their musical skills, but rather took pride in them.

She finally understood a principle: as long as one's conduct is upright, even a killing blade can become a savior's blade.

As long as she is strong, she is the embodiment of reason.

So, carrying her bundle and holding her zither, she decided to follow Lu Wubing to the ends of the earth.

To understand the Way and comprehend it, one must ultimately put one's own Way into practice.

A cup of dreamlike millet, entering the zither and then leaving it, abandoning demons and seeking the Dao.

At that moment, a melody from a zither was played, immediately resonating with the heavens and earth.

An inexplicable surge of anger rose in everyone's hearts.

I hate the injustice of heaven and earth, I hate the heartlessness of the world, I hate everything before my eyes, it's as if I want to smash this world and this human realm to pieces...

The first thing to happen was a horizontal slash that destroyed houses and streets, killing and injuring innocent people—the Eight Fierce Tigers, Tan Bazhi…

The man's eyes turned blood red, and his fierce and ferocious face became twisted and insane under the control of the music.

Rage, boundless rage...

He only wanted to kill, to kill all living beings.

The two little girls flying around in front of me seemed to have become mortal enemies who could not share life or death.

Even using the powerful innate sword intent to kill was not enough.

They must cut off their skin piece by piece and crush their flesh and bones bit by bit.

Fueled by rage, Tan Bazhi roared like a wild beast...

With a heavy stomp of his feet, he leaped like a winged tiger. The long sword in his hand became even more ferocious and vicious, and in an instant, he was already close enough to slash at Yun Duo's slender neck.

"Well come."

The two women let out a soft whistle at the same time.

Their forms suddenly came together and then separated again; a sword strike stirred up clouds and smoke, elusive and unpredictable.

Even their figures became ethereal and real, and amidst the hazy swordplay, a light rain began to fall.

Tan Bazhi's broadsword whipped up a whirlwind, its blade flashing in rapid succession. It seemed to cut through the wind and rain, but not the person.

A glint of sword light appeared from nowhere and gently touched his left eye.

puff……

Blood splattered.

Clouds obscure the view, a light rain falls as swallows fly in pairs.

When the Floating Cloud Sword and the Drizzle Sword joined forces, the two women's figures appeared and disappeared, like swallows gliding lightly across the lake. Their sword techniques complemented and aided each other, concealing their killing intent.

They knew that although their swordsmanship was light, quick, and unpredictable, their attack power was not particularly strong.

When attacking other vital points, it is very likely that the opponent's innate true energy will sense and intercept it in advance.

Therefore, the main target was Tan Bazhi's eyes.

No matter what kind of true energy it is, it is always extremely difficult to cultivate it to the eyes.

Moreover, Tan Bazhi in front of him seemed to be blinded by rage, and his reaction was suddenly slow.

What are you waiting for?
Tan Bazhi roared in pain, wildly brandishing his large sword to protect himself. His anger subsided slightly, and his mind cleared a little. He realized that he had been ambushed.

The music is haunted.

However, one eye had already been blinded.

I am a Xiantian (innate) cultivator. Why should I fight two young girls whose internal energy is not even at the third rank?

Am I out of my mind?

The sound of the zither, "Xianweng Xianweng," entered my ears.

This clarity lasted only for a fleeting moment.

Turning his head to look at the pianist, his murderous intent rekindled, and his anger surged to the top of his head.

I could hear thunder roaring in my ears.

Before the thunder even sounded, the streak of light had already caught the eye...

He frantically swung his sword to parry, and then saw light flowing, leaping and turning, like a phantom, passing through the sword light.

It looks like it's blocked, but it also looks like it's not.

The sound of wind rustling through bamboo leaves came from his throat, and sticky raindrops dripped from his neck.

At that moment, he felt all his strength suddenly disappear along with the sound of the pattering rain.

"No!"

[Eight Fierce Tigers] Tan Bazhi roared to the sky, and a sword hole the size of an infant's mouth split open in his throat.

Fresh blood gushed out like a fountain.

The moment his blade struck empty air, his body slumped, his eyes went limp, and he fell backward with a thud.

Behind him, the air burst open, and the air currents swirled wildly.

A sword and a person appear.

It was Jung Won-bin.

Amidst this heavenly and earthly music, the fifth senior brother suddenly understood how the incredibly beautiful Flowing Light Sword technique that had entered his mind operated and how it affected his spirit and body.

This special move, which I hadn't been able to understand before, suddenly appeared in my mind.

With a single thrust of his sword, he could no longer see the situation before him, nor the enemies around him.

From seven zhang away, all that could be seen was Tan Bazhi's throat; the large pores on his skin seemed to grow larger and closer in front of him.

So he drew his sword.

The moment the sword was drawn, wind and thunder surged, and the air exploded.

It seemed as if it had broken through layers of interception and pierced the opponent's throat with a single sword strike.

Only then did he feel a surge of physical exhaustion and a slight mental fatigue.

"I see."

Even though he killed a Xiantian cultivator while working with several others, Zheng Yuanbin still felt incredibly satisfied.

No wonder the young sect leader sometimes says that true killing swordsmanship is not learned through practice, but through killing.

Only when facing life and death, at the brink of certain death, seizing the most intense moment of life, can one truly understand the most fundamental meaning.

I didn't understand what he was saying before.

He focused solely on the sword and on killing, ignoring all human relationships and social interactions. His eyes were only on the sword, and his heart was only for his enemies.

Jung Won-bin sometimes feels as if he has become a sword.

However, that's fine.

Forge the strongest sword in the world, and kill all those who can be killed.

Even if it's innate, so what?
Jung Won-bin lay on his back, blood dripping from his long sword, his expression a half-smile.

His swordsmanship improved to a higher level, yet he felt peaceful and joyful.

They didn't even notice the panic and gasps around them.

A long spear, from the end of the long street, pierced through layers of void, collapsed the houses on both sides, and shot straight towards them with a thunderous roar.

The target was his chest.

The power of this spear is simply terrifying.

Before the spearhead even arrived, the air ahead had already shattered and crumbled, turning the brick and stone ground into dust.

The endless waves of air vaguely formed the shape of a dragon's head with bared fangs and claws, seemingly about to destroy and shatter everything.

As soon as the gust of wind pushed forward, Zheng Yuanbin felt as if his body was about to be torn to pieces by the shockwave. The clouds, rain, and Dong Ning and the others standing far behind him were all involuntarily lifted off the ground and floated by the shockwave. The corpses lying on the ground had already been shattered into pieces.

"boom……"

The spear was about to pierce through Jung Won-bin's chest and sweep across the long street.

Suddenly, it stopped again.

A hand, as white as jade, with long, slender fingers, had appeared at the tip of the spear, about three-tenths of the way from the blade's end.

The spear shaft crackled and popped repeatedly, shattering into countless steel fragments, yet it continued its forward momentum. It was then shaken into fine powder, scattering across the ground.

A circular ripple swept in all directions, and amidst cheers of all sizes, a handsome young man in a green robe, with sword-like eyebrows and phoenix eyes, had already been standing there.

His feet sank slightly, the stone floor, like a swamp, quietly submerging the insteps of his feet.

This person is, of course, Lu Wubing.

No one saw how he appeared or how he managed to catch the ferocious spear that was attacking him.

No one could understand how the force that seemed to shatter the long street had vanished in his hands.

In fact, the power did not leak out and did not harm anyone behind him.

"Not bad strength, I almost couldn't catch it."

Lu Wubing grinned, looked up, and his gaze locked onto a three-story restaurant a hundred feet away.

Through the open window stood a sturdy, mountain-like young man with two large, black hammers hanging from his waist.

This person looks young, with striking features, a lion's nose, a wide mouth, and eyes like an eagle.

"As expected, a great reputation is well-deserved. Now, sir, take my spear!"

After saying this.

The half-splitter of the steel spear in Lu Wubing's hand suddenly disappeared.

In the afterimage, one could vaguely see him stretching out his long arm and throwing a steel spear.

The air in front of me crackled and popped.

In the middle of the long street, a blue-purple rainbow seemed to appear.

The beam of light grew larger and faster...

A series of thunderclaps were deafening.

A flash of cold light, in the blink of an eye, had already traversed a hundred feet and pierced the third floor of the restaurant.

"How dare you, Zhu Zi!"

"Like a mantis trying to catch its own blood..."

"Young Prince..."

Three burly men, shirtless, flew out of the window at the same time their spears swept through the air, roaring furiously.

A curved blade, a chain hammer, and a long spear, cutting through the wind with a deafening roar, intercepted them in front.

boo...

The slight vibration sounded like a lamp wick exploding.

Three ferocious figures, like fireworks, were only halfway through their roars when they were caught in the blast of air and exploded into bloody fragments while still in mid-air.

The weapon fell to the ground.

The person standing at the third-floor window had eyes full of rage. With a muffled groan, he suddenly brandished the black gold hammer at his waist and slammed it forward.

boom……

The restaurant was engulfed in smoke and dust before collapsing with a deafening roar, and the faint sound of wailing could be heard.

Half of the steel spear was shattered into countless fragments by the hammer's edge.

Like a shower of flowers, they splashed everywhere, and seven or eight more people fell into pools of blood around him.

The burly young man stared blankly at his own eight-sided purple-gold hammer, a deep frown forming between his brows, somewhat incredulous.

He stood atop the broken walls and ruins, seemingly oblivious to the shouts and wails behind him. He raised his head and finally took a serious look at the young man in blue standing far away on the long street.

"Well done, Lu Wubing of the Southern Sword. Three days from now, on the Vermilion Bird Platform, we will determine who is superior and who will live or die."

This man had a strong voice and spoke in a plain manner, yet his voice was known throughout the long street.

The shockwave made everyone around feel a throbbing pain in their eardrums, accompanied by a buzzing sound.

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, followed by more than ten people.

Immediately afterwards, dozens more constables also dispersed.

"Yuwen Ba".

Lu Wubing snorted coldly. These northern barbarians were acting as if they were on their own turf in the capital city of Nanli.

But he, the [Southern Sword], seemed to have become a guest.

The imperial court targeted them, and the constables made arrests... In fact, one could even vaguely sense some deep-seated malice and hostility hidden in the far distance of the crowd.

Those people all looked like martial arts practitioners and were from the Southern Kingdom.

However, the majority of them surprisingly sided with the Northern Zhou.

What kind of crazy dynasty is this?

Lu Wubing couldn't understand it and was unwilling to try.

He only knew that there were certain people and certain things that couldn't be allowed to be so reckless.

No matter what, this body belongs to a citizen of the Southern Dynasty.

The existence of such a court made him feel extremely embarrassed.

He clenched his fist and sensed it slightly.

When I caught the spear earlier, my palm felt a momentary tingling, numbness, and sharp pain...

That force was like a tidal wave, almost sending him flying.

By using the technique of deflecting force and striking back, he managed to push some of the force deep into the ground, thus stabilizing his body and preventing him from retreating.

With his indestructible golden body forged from boundless vitality, he possessed a base strength of fifty to sixty thousand jin with just a movement of his arm. Yet, in terms of strength, he was actually slightly outmatched by someone else.

This is very unscientific.

Lu Wubing knew his own situation.

In terms of sword intent and true essence, there are probably quite a few people stronger than me.

Leaving aside the supreme grandmasters and the eight kings of the world, there are those deeply hidden old bones, those cunning old men who have lived for over a hundred or two hundred years. In terms of true cultivation, they are actually above me.

This difference is caused by the amount of time spent training.

There's not much to say. There's plenty of time. We'll catch up slowly.

However, in terms of swordsmanship, he was born with the destiny of "heaven rewards diligence," and he practiced swordsmanship day and night.

At this point, in terms of swordsmanship alone, not to mention dominating the entire world, those who could rival him in terms of moves and responses would be extremely rare.

However, techniques can only truly shine when both sides are evenly matched in strength and cultivation.

Just like the previous innate master, Eight Fierce Tiger Tan Bazhi.

If he hadn't been blinded by rage and lost his mind, relying on his powerful sword intent and true energy to suppress Yun Duo and Yu Shui from a distance, they really wouldn't have been able to contend with him.

Even if you wanted to compare your moves with him, you couldn't.

But if the opponent gets close and is careless enough to compete with Yun Duo, Zheng Yuanbin, and others in swordsmanship and skill, they can be taught a lesson in just a few moves.

This is the true value of the Celestial Star Technique.

Aside from his exceptionally high level of swordsmanship, Lu Wubing believed himself to be no less skilled than anyone else in the world.

What he was most proud of, and what he considered his trump card and backup plan, was his unparalleled physique.

Unkillable, indestructible, and possessing immense strength, a single swing of the arms unleashes a devastating force of hundreds of thousands of kilograms.

Attack power and basic strength are not the same concept.

With a base strength of tens of thousands of kilograms, after applying various force-generating techniques, there are amplifications in acceleration, amplifications in destructive power at the point of force, and amplifications in explosive power. There are also overlapping forces, spiral forces, penetrating forces, and needle-like forces.

Can you imagine how much penetrating power a giant excavator with tens of tons of force would have if all its power were concentrated on an attack point the size of a needle tip?

If twenty or thirty tons of force could be concentrated on a point of attack the size of a needle tip, and coupled with supersonic attack speed, how much destructive power could it achieve?

Therefore, strength is strength, and attack is attack; these are two different things.

In a true life-or-death confrontation, even if one's true essence is suppressed, the unleashing of this boundless physical power can secure victory.

This is why, despite his relatively shallow cultivation level, he wasn't worried about any formidable experts in the capital city of Dali who might endanger his life.

At worst, they can unleash their full power and engage in a fierce battle; who will survive and who will perish is another matter entirely.

It's illogical that someone has managed to outmaneuver you by half a point, revealing your most hidden trump card.

"No image in the ten directions, no trace in the six realms. Nine times out of ten, this Northern Overlord Yuwen Ba, who is as famous as me, also controls some unreasonable seal. Most likely, it is power-oriented."

Lu Wubing's mind raced, and his heart pounded. He knew that his opportunity had come again.

"What normal person has that much strength? You're not a cheat code like me, and you don't have the infinite vitality from the Form Diagram to transform your physique. Does this make sense?"
Therefore, there is only one truth.

Lu Wubing understood this principle. Looking at the group of people leaving, he felt no more frustration, but rather a faint excitement.

Three days from now, right? Then let's settle this with a fight to the death.

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(End of this chapter)