Martial Cultivator

How many flying swords were there in the world?

And how many sword cultivators were there in the world?

In just this one region now, the Yellow Dragon Prefecture, the number of flying swords surging toward the sky was beyond count.

The sword intent in the Sword Sect’s Sect Master’s eyes had already reached its peak, and the sword qi pouring out from his robes had spread across the entire sky.

This sword strike, comprehended for many years, was finally about to reveal itself to the world.

Tens of thousands of flying swords gathered above the sea of clouds. Layer upon layer, flying swords overlapped so densely that one could not see the end of it.

As sword qi surged from the Sword Sect’s Sect Master’s sleeves, he pushed both hands forward. The gathered flying swords no longer lingered but shot forward in unison. In an instant, countless radiant trails stretched out in various colors.

It was as if a rainbow had been conjured from thin air.

After the flying swords had swept forward, the Sword Sect’s Sect Master did not follow them. Instead, he sat cross-legged atop the sea of clouds, where a flying sword suddenly appeared on his lap.

The flying sword was sheathed. The scabbard was pure white, resembling snow from the clouds.

Looking at the sword on his lap, the Sword Sect’s Sect Master solemnly extended his hand to stroke the scabbard. As his palm moved, the sword emitted a humming sound, growing louder with each stroke. The sword cry was strange, unlike anything that existed in this world.

It made sense, since the Sword Sect’s Sect Master’s sword strike was unprecedented, it was only natural for it to transcend the mundane.

The Sword Sect’s Sect Master’s expression turned grave, and the sword intent in his eyes faded away, replaced by an extraordinary sanctity.

Before leaving the Sword Sect, he had already bathed and burned incense, all to properly prepare for this sword strike.

He had already waited many years for this sword.

The Great Liang Emperor resembled a meteor as he collided headlong into the countless flying swords. He had long since sensed the terrifying sword intent ahead and knew that the Sword Sect’s Sect Master was about to unleash that sword strike. Yet, he made no attempt to evade, charging forward with unwavering determination.

As the emperor, he had spent years burdened with countless responsibilities, always placing his identity as emperor before himself and putting the world above all else. But today, His Majesty chose to cast aside such concerns. Today, he was merely a martial artist - nothing more, nothing less.

If a battle was to be fought, then let it be fought to his heart’s content!

A boundless and unmatched fist force erupted from the sea of clouds, as though cast by a deity. Its might was indescribable, and peals of thunder reverberated from the depths of the clouds while countless arcs of lightning danced incessantly.

The first wave of flying swords collided with that fist force. The sharp sword qi clashed violently with the overwhelming fist force, triggering countless explosions in the sea of clouds. Terrifying tornadoes formed in the clouds behind the Great Liang Emperor, only to surge forward with ferocity.

The flying swords split into multiple waves, engaging in a chaotic battle with the fearsome tornadoes. The initial wave of swords shattered instantly, emitting mournful cries.

The Great Liang Emperor plunged deeper into the countless flying swords, which soon enveloped him entirely. In a split second, hundreds of flying swords converged upon the Great Liang Emperor, aiming to strike.

With just a sweep of his sleeve, the Great Liang Emperor broke dozens of flying swords, sending them plummeting from the sea of clouds.

Everywhere in the sea of clouds, the wails of flying swords echoed endlessly.

The Great Liang Emperor attacked relentlessly, shattering one flying sword after another.

These flying swords were treasures beloved by their sword cultivator owners, yet once they flew up to the sea of clouds, they no longer belonged to those sword cultivators.

The Great Liang Emperor showed no mercy, and the flying swords likewise would not show any reverence for him simply because he was the Great Liang Emperor.

At this moment, it was nothing but the collision of cultivation and the contest of cultivation realms. Aside from this, there was nothing else.

It was the purest of battles.

The Great Liang Emperor continued charging through the countless flying swords, with flying swords constantly striking his body. Countless sword qi landed on the Great Liang Emperor’s body one after another, cutting his emperor robe into tatters.

Some of the sword intent already landed on the Great Liang Emperor’s body. Although it did not seriously injure this peerless martial artist, it still left tiny, subtle cuts on his body, from which blood droplets slowly oozed.

The Great Liang Emperor remained expressionless, but slowly, a true dragon’s phantom began to appear behind him. After it solidified, it started to stretch its body. The blood on the Great Liang Emperor’s body turned into tiny blood droplets that floated to the surface of his body, slowly gathering together until they formed a blood droplet about the size of an egg.

The blood droplet suddenly rose into the air and entered the mouth of the snow-white true dragon.

Holding a dragon pearl in its mouth.

The true dragon, over several hundred feet long, suddenly let out a deafening dragon roar.

Countless sound waves erupted, causing the thousands of flying swords in the sea of clouds to freeze momentarily.

Then, the snow-white true dragon opened its enormous mouth and rampaged through the sea of clouds, swallowing an unknown number of flying swords.

The snow-white true dragon swam around, its dragon claws tearing apart one flying sword after another, producing countless shattered pieces of swords that fell to the ground.

Those countless flying swords, under the charge of the snow-white true dragon, became fragmented and broken.

The sea of clouds was in chaos.

A vague and indescribable emotion appeared in the eyes of the Great Liang Emperor.

The snow-white true dragon broke through the few remaining flying swords and headed towards the Sword Sect’s Sect Master.

When it was around a hundred miles away, the dragon opened its mouth and unleashed a terrifying dragon’s breath, sweeping across the entire sea of clouds.

It was like a massive tide, constantly crashing onto the shore.

The Sword Sect’s Sect Master who had been sitting cross-legged in the sea of clouds became the target of this oncoming tidal assault without a doubt.

The Sword Sect’s Sect Master looked at the dragon’s breath, showing no emotions. He simply patted the flying sword on his knee, then pressed his index and middle finger together, and lightly moved it on the sword sheath. The flying sword slowly unsheathed.

In just a span of an inch, the sword intent between heaven and earth suddenly surged. Endless sword qi poured out from the sheath.

It was as though there had long been tens of thousands of flying swords hidden within the sheath, and now that the sword was drawn, the sword qi could no longer be suppressed, pouring out in an instant.

The tide had already arrived in front of him.

The flying sword on the Sword Sect’s Sect Master’s knee had only been unsheathed by two inches.

A brilliant sword light finally appeared at this moment, drawing an incomparably dazzling white line that slashed across.

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