A Blind Swordsman's Sword Coffin

Boom!

A deafening explosion shook the heavens. A man with dishevelled hair stood beneath the lightning clouds, his skin burnt black. He launched into the air and swung his sword with the most powerful strike he had ever unleashed. A subtle ripple of force spread in every direction.

Sword intent!

Li Guanqi stared blankly at the figure charging into the lightning. Wherever his sword light passed, thin spatial tears bloomed into view.

Boom!

The sword light shattered a bolt of lightning and even cleaved open the dense heavenly tribulation storm clouds above.

Space itself began to tremble. The Spirit Qi of Heaven and Earth suddenly poured into the man, his charred, blackened body revealing patches of glistening pink flesh through the wounds.

Lu Kangnian’s chest rose and fell deeply, but his eyes remained bright. His mind was sharper than ever.

Everyone watched in disbelief. Did he just enter the Divine Transformation Realm? So easily?

The other sect elders’ pupils dilated, each overwhelmed by different thoughts as they watched Lu Kangnian’s breakthrough.

A Profound Gate Pavilion elder couldn’t help but mutter, “It seems we’ve all underestimated Lu Kangnian and the Daxia Sword Sect. The balance of power in the Northern Territory is shifting...”

Lu Kangnian’s depleted vital force started to surge back. His charred skin peeled away in flakes, and strange sword qi burst from his body, soon forming hundreds of blades orbiting him.

His gaze grew razor-sharp. He radiated a powerful and intimidating aura that exerted pressure on all the Purple Sun Pavilion disciples still in the Foundation Establishment Realm. They started to stagger and fall from the sky.

But when Han Tiange’s aura erupted, the elders of the Daxia Sword Sect standing in front did their best to block its effects from reaching the disciples. As a result, Han Tiange could only watch as Lu Kangnian wreaked havoc on his disciples.

“Lu Kangnian! How dare you bully the weak just because your cultivation is higher? If you continue, the Purple Sun Pavilion will never let you off!”

Lu Kangnian smirked. “Han Tiange, do you think there’s any point left in saying that?”

Boom!

He pointed at the air in front of Shen Lan. The spirit swords orbiting him instantly shot toward the two Purple Sun Pavilion cultivators attacking her.

Their hearts pounded. Abandoning Shen Lan and Li Nanting without a second thought, they fled in panic.

Then, the two Purple Sun Pavilion cultivators both felt an immense wave of energy surrounding them, and they were both enveloped in an earth-yellow ball of light.

But before they could escape, an immense wave of energy enveloped them, trapping them in an earthen-yellow sphere of light.

Terror filled their eyes as Lu Kangnian’s vital force domain immobilized them, forcing them out of the sky. It felt like a mountain hundreds of zhang tall was pressing down on them. They became as slow as snails.

Lu Kangnian’s spirit swords were about to pierce both their bodies when Han Tiange roared, “Lu Kangnian! You wouldn’t dare!”

Boom!

A hundred-zhang-wide circle of flame formed around him. Han Tiange quickly raised his knife to block the incoming flames.

Ling Daoyan remarked coldly, “You should save yourself first!”

Then, he slashed his sword horizontally, almost slicing Han Tiange in half! But the flames rising from the sword cut a one-chi-long wound on his waist. The wound was a gooey mess of flesh, and the extreme pain made Han Tiange groan.

With a horizontal slash, he nearly cleaved Han Tiange in two. The flames rising from the sword cut a one-chi-long gash across Han Tiange’s waist. The wound was a gooey mess of scorched flesh, and Han Tiange groaned from the extreme agony.

Ling Doayan tapped with his foot, and the space within a hundred zhang of Han Tiange turned into a sea of fire.

“Inferno Domain, activate!”

Han Tiange’s eyes flashed, and countless rays of golden light burst from his body, flooding the hundred-zhang space around him. “Domain, activate!”

The bright golden light and fiery force both took over half of the space. The intense energy caused the fire spirit qi and metal spirit qi within a thousand zhang of the vicinity to become active and gush toward both of their domains.

The blinding golden radiance clashed with the blazing inferno, taking over half the space. The massive surge of energy stirred both the fire and metal spirit qi in a thousand-zhang radius, drawing it wildly into the two domains.

Han Tiange’s metal vital force surged with harsh, violent energy. His terrifying sword light transformed into a sky full of golden blades that rained down on Ling Daoyan.

At that moment, Han Tiange finally realized Ling Daoyan’s true cultivation: the peak of the mid Divine Transformation Realm.

Ling Daoyan had excellent foundations, making his cultivation very stable. He was at least four hundred years old, and he had reached the mid Divine Transformation Realm less than a hundred years ago.

His eyes flashed, and a tide of fiery spirit swords materialized in the sky. The air inside their overlapping domains thundered with ceaseless explosions.

Golden shields layered themselves around Han Tiange, conjured instantly by thought within his own vital force domain. His divine consciousness swept the battlefield, observing every detail with perfect clarity.

However, Ling Daoyan was moving his sword so fast that even Han Tiange’s divine consciousness could only sense Ling Daoyan as a blurry shadow. And even if he could track the trajectory, he wouldn’t have time to react.

Elsewhere, the two Nascent Soul Realm cultivators trapped inside Lu Kangnian’s domain had been skewered by tens of spirit swords. Blood sprayed from their bodies like rain as their nascent souls fled in terror.

The two faint blue souls darted into the sleeve of a Purple Sun Pavilion elder, who secured them as safely as possible and flew off without a backward glance.

Seeing him flee, the other elders of the Purple Sun Pavilion followed suit, abandoning the battlefield with every sprint technique they had and fleeing a thousand zhang away in a flash.

Boom!

A fiery explosion broke Han Tiange’s golden domain. A dishevelled-looking Han Tiange shot out of the furious flames. His clothes were tattered, and his hair was messy. He had a furious expression on his face – but he fled at high speed! With a huge wave of his hand, all the battling disciples in the area were blasted tens of zhang backward.

A fiery explosion shattered Han Tiange’s golden domain. A disheveled Han Tiange shot out of the raging flames, his clothes tattered and hair in disarray. Despite the furious expression on his face, he fled at high speed. With a sweeping wave of his hand, he blasted all the battling disciples in the area tens of zhang backward.

The disciples of both sects found themselves separated, each group claiming half the sky.

The battle had lasted for less than two hours, but the casualties on both sides were staggering. Thirty-nine Foundation Building Realm Daxia Sword Sect disciples had died, along with twelve Golden Core Realm disciples. Six Nascent Soul Realm elders were heavily injured, and the others were also bleeding all over.

As for the Purple Sun Pavilion, fifty-two Foundation Building Realm disciples had died in battle, along with twenty-seven Golden Core Realm disciples. Wu Bing and Li Guanqi had claimed the most lives.

The Purple Sun Pavilion suffered much heavier losses due to the deaths of two Nascent Soul Realm elders.

Han Tiange, seriously wounded, coldly glared at Lu Kangnian. “Alright! Alright! Daxia Sword Sect, the war has officially begun! Let’s see if you can withstand the wrath of the Purple Sun Pavilion!”

The Daxia Sword Sect disciples, their blood still running hot from battle, erupted with insults when they heard his threat. In an instant, disciples from both sides broke into a deafening shouting match.

“A bunch of cowards making big talk!”

“War? Boo-hoo, I’m so scared!”

“Fuck! What nonsense is that? The war has already begun; what did he think we were doing just now? Kill!”

No less enraged, the Purple Sun Pavilion disciples panted heavily, eyes burning for another clash.

However, the elders of both sects soon stopped their bloodthirsty disciples.

Ling Daoyan kept his sword and stood behind Lu Kangnian. Lu Kangnian pointed his sword at Han Tiange calmly. “Do your worst!”

Han Tiange pulled out a scroll with a dark expression. He squeezed it hard until it shattered, and a mysterious light enveloped all the Purple Sun Pavilion members before they vanished.

Just before vanishing, Han Tiange’s voice rang out, cold and venomous. “I hope you won’t regret this.”