A Blind Swordsman's Sword Coffin

Amidst the roar of thunder, Li Guanqi’s figure vanished from sight. His terrifying speed was so extreme that even Wei Xian could only catch the faintest blur of an afterimage.

Relying on his strength and sixth sense, Wei Xian raised his sword and slashed.

Clang!

His palms cracked open, and his eyes opened wide with disbelief. “Body and soul cultivation together?!”

Before he could recover, a blazing fist wrapped in flames came crashing down toward him. Even before it landed, the shriek of its force split his ears, and the heat alone made his heart tremble. He dodged on instinct.

But Li Guanqi’s sword force coiled like a serpent, clinging to him relentlessly. His footwork was even faster still, and around them, countless lightning-forged swords rained down from the boundless lightning pool.

Wei Xian couldn’t comprehend how a mere Nascent Soul Realm cultivator’s divine consciousness could be so overwhelming. His blade spun, creating an airtight defense as he retreated step by step, inwardly shaken. Such terrifying divine consciousness... even most tier-four alchemists rarely reach this level! How can he be so strong?!

Boom!

A sudden surge of power flung Li Guanqi back hundreds of zhang.

He tumbled through the air before steadying himself, blood churning in his chest, the taste of iron flooding his mouth. He swallowed it down and narrowed his eyes at Wei Xian.

So this is the might of a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator... truly formidable.

Wei Xian’s azure vital force was denser and purer, fundamentally different from his own. After all, Li Guanqi’s power stemmed from a nascent soul, while his opponent had already formed a divine soul.

With that advancement came the ability to stop Li Guanqi’s teleportation at will, leaving Li Guanqi with only speed and footwork to rely on.

Wei Xian’s eyes glinted with icy malice, though greed still burned beneath. He sneered.

“You’re strong—strong enough to astonish me,” Wei Xian said, his voice cold. “But to come here alone... I can’t tell whether you’re bold or just a fool. If I were you, I’d hide away, cultivate in seclusion, and only appear again once I was certain of victory.”

Li Guanqi chuckled coldly. “That’s why you are not me.”

Boom!

Wei Xian’s vital force erupted, flooding the void with azure light. Li Guanqi answered in kind, his own vital force surging like a storm.

The two domains collided midair, grinding and tearing against each other. Yet even against a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator, Li Guanqi’s domain held the upper hand.

But in his heart, he knew it was time to go all out.

Boom!

Wei Xian’s white robes snapped in the gale as his figure flickered through the void. Sword in hand, he appeared at Li Guanqi’s flank in an instant.

Li Guanqi’s heart lurched, his wrist pivoting as their eyes gleamed coldly again and again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Sword light erupted. Wei Xian stumbled out of the storm of lightning and smoke.

He hadn’t expected Li Guanqi to anticipate his teleportation. Li Guanqi’s divine consciousness blanketed the entire Sword Prison for five hundred zhang, so every ripple of space lay within his grasp.

Swish!

Lightning footwork carried Li Guanqi forward, leaving a trail of afterimages as his power peaked.

Wei Xian’s pupils constricted, hair standing on end, a chill of death crawling up his spine.

“Shadow Demon Slash—Dark Night!”

Boom!

Darkness swallowed the heavens. Li Guanqi’s presence vanished, but in that stillness, a dark blade of lightning appeared at the elder’s side.

Boom!

Wei Xian spun his sword in desperation, his divine soul surging with blinding force, jade-green light bursting forth as he roared, “Nine Lotus Swords!”

Boom!

Dozens of one-zhang-long sword lights tore through the void, slashing downward.

Boom! Rumble!

The explosion shook the heavens, the collision of power tearing both domains apart in violent tremors.

Wei Xian was hurled back a hundred zhang, vomiting blood as lightning flayed and charred his flesh black. But before he could even feel relief, ten more sword lights detonated in succession.

“Seven Killings!”

“Crouching Demon!”

“Heavenly Destruction!”

Li Guanqi unleashed three of his ultimate killing moves at once, draining nearly all his vital force.

Wei Xian’s soul quivered, his pupils trembling with terror. Impossible! Even I can barely endure the aftershocks—how can he unleash such deadly strikes without pause?!

But it was too late. Within that storm of sword light, an even deadlier sword intent rose. Flames twined through the void, rending space into gaping spatial black cracks whose edges burned ceaselessly.

“Heavenly... Heavenly Fire!”

Boom!

In an instant, the sword light fell upon him.

Through the storm of vital force, he saw Li Guanqi. His flesh was torn, his chest was caved in, yet his eyes were pure white and unfeeling, gazing at him as if he were already dead.

Then Wei Xian had a premonition. From the corner of his eye, he saw Li Guanqi holding a crimson sword, gleaming with light.

Driven by desperation, his power surged, and his divine soul flared brightly as he unleashed a flurry of frenzied sword lights.

The Seven Killings sword light shattered, but the Crouching Demon and Heavenly Destruction strikes followed. The heavenly fire devoured his sword light, while the scarlet gleam flashed like death itself.

The twin blades cleaved through all resistance.

Boom!

The fire curtain tore apart, and the domain collapsed.

Two colossal sword beams, each a hundred zhang long, split the main peak of the Immortal Crane Alliance in two. The mountain split in two, and the grand hall was reduced to ruins.

The elder’s body was shredded apart, with lightning swords piercing the remains until nothing was left.

His soul tore free, fleeing in terror into the void—only to be swallowed whole by Heavenly Fire.

Wei Xian was dead.