My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Chapter 285: Chapter 285: Sword Array Renowned in All Directions

Hao Tian was known as the Sword Demon, but in this world, not many dared to call him by his name outright.

Especially when the one who did so was such a young person.

Dressed in flowing white robes, his sleeves flapping in the fierce wind, he was incredibly handsome, particularly his striking eyes which, once seen, were hard to forget.

Soon after, the crowd noticed the ancient longsword in the hands of the young man in white.

The Evil Suppressing Sword!

At the sight of the ancient longsword, everyone knew they had guessed correctly.

It was the Ghost Swordsman!

He had finally appeared!

That ancient longsword did not exude a shocking aura; it seemed like an ordinary longsword held in a slender yet powerful hand.

All this seemed mundane, yet the martial artists present felt a chill running through them.

The Ghost Swordsman was an extremely complex character in the Jianghu. His reputation truly shook when he killed the Grandmaster of the Zhenyi Sect on Xuanqing Mountain. At that time, people in the Jianghu only saw him as a unique, rebellious swordsman.

Latter, the Ghost Swordsman rescued Princess An Ning, killed Qi Shu, and purged the Demon Sect; during that time his reputation peaked, and countless swordsmen held him in high esteem and admiration.

But it all vanished like smoke at Dongluo Pass, with the Ghost Swordsman’s supposed death. Everyone lamented the loss of such an extraordinary swordsman at Dongluo Pass.

However, the Ghost Swordsman soon reappeared as a tributor of the Demon Sect. Not only that, he fought against the Exalted Vajra of the Buddhist sect above Heavenly Martial Sect, and the emergence of the White-clothed Sword Immortal made all swordsmen in the world fade in comparison.

Many were furious when the Ghost Swordsman joined the Demon Sect, disappointed that such a top-notch swordsman would willingly ally with the Demon Sect and become their lackey.

Then came the battle at Blue Sky Island, but due to almost total annihilation, very few knew about it. Now, as the Demon Sect retreated to Yan Country, the Ghost Swordsman had naturally followed to Yan Country.

In short, the Ghost Swordsman even to this day remains a highly controversial figure.

Some believe that with his exceptional talent, he would inevitably stand at the pinnacle of the world, possibly even reaching the Great Grandmaster realm. Others, disillusioned by his alignment with the Demon Sect, feel respect, admiration, ridicule, and scorn…..

But isn’t that what people are like?

In the eyes of others, everyone has hundreds of faces.

The Sword Demon paused his steps, gazing at the Sword Qi beneath him that hadn’t dissipated yet, a gleam of light flashing in his eyes as he turned to look at the young man in white.

The Sword Demon did not speak.

He merely watched the young man in white silently.

Both faced each other, each holding a sword, one of which was still stained with blood.

All around were blazing flames, and behind the Sword Demon, in a giant cauldron, was placed the World’s First Sword.

At that moment, the cauldron seemed to be hoisted ever higher, as if reaching the sky itself, and the Dulu Sword was the sword of the heavens.

The Sword Demon chuckled lightly, “I thought you were afraid.”

An Jing asked, “Afraid of whom?”

The Sword Demon glanced at An Jing and replied, “Afraid of the Blood Tears Sword in my hand.”

An Jing remarked, “That’s not a very funny joke.”

The Sword Demon looked at the Blood Tears Sword in his hand and said, “A sword has only one purpose: to kill. If it’s not used for killing, it has no meaning whatsoever.”

An Jing coolly replied, “You’re mistaken.”

The Sword Demon looked toward An Jing, as if waiting for his words.

An Jing declared, “A truly fearsome swordsman isn’t known for the sword in his hand, but for being the swordsman himself.”

The Sword Demon paused, then said pensively, “You’re right, the most fearsome sword in the world is the swordsman himself. What in the world is more terrifying than the human heart?”

An Jing nodded, “Exactly, there’s nothing more terrifying than the human heart.”

The two top swordsmen of the age seemed to have reached an agreement.

A person who can speak not only remembers what others have said but also says things that others will remember.

Zhao Chongyin watched the two of them, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, then he waved his robe and sat down.

He was curious today—out of these two swordsmen, who was stronger?

It wasn’t only him; the Minister of Rites Zhu Yongfang, the Minister of the Ministry of Industry Yue Tingchen, the Great Commander of Xuanyi Guard Xu Qianyue, the Valley Master from Youfeng Valley, and the Sect Leader Jia Shiwu from the Four Symbols Sect, along with many other martial arts experts, were also very curious.

And among the most shocked were indeed Jia Meixian and Yang Chong.

At that moment, they were looking at his handsome expression, and couldn’t imagine that the person they had once saved was now the famous Ghost Swordsman, a top expert under the heavens, whose strength was even far above that of the Sect Leader, Jia Shiwu.

Yang Chong’s face was somewhat pale as he said, “Junior sister, is this true?”

Jia Meixian murmured, “It… It should be true.”

Her mind was somewhat blank, and it took a long time before she came to her senses.

All eyes were now focused on the two of them.

The two undoubtedly top swordsmen in the world today, one a top swordsman who had stirred an era, and the other one of the most talented swordsmen from ancient times to the present.

Youth and twilight.

The Ghost Swordsman and the Sword Demon.

The Evil Suppressing Sword and the Blood Tears Sword.

The eyes of the two top swordsmen met, and although they did not speak, everyone could feel the burgeoning momentum between them.

It was like the eve of a volcanic eruption, oppressing the hearts of all present.

The Sword Demon’s hands were dry and wrinkled, aged like tree roots. No one knew how many masters had died under these hands, or how much blood the Blood Tears Sword had drunk.

But it was certain that it was far more than the young man opposite him.

The next moment, his cloudy eyes suddenly became sharp, like two incisive swords.

Even being gazed at by these eyes was a tremendous pressure.

Yet opposite, An Jing’s eyes were soft like the sea, capable of melting any sharp sword within them.

The Sword Demon said faintly, “Thirty years ago, I had reached the Sixth Realm, where there is no sword in hand, nor sword in heart.”

As the Sword Demon’s voice fell, his Blood Tears Sword seemed almost invisible, as if it had vanished.

In the minds of ordinary people, they could not understand how one could be a swordsman with no sword in hand, nor sword in heart.

But in the eyes of true masters, this was already the peak of unity between man and sword.

The next step, then, was the realm of the true immortals and Buddhists, no longer of human existence.

The Sword Demon continued, “Three years ago, I began to gradually forget the sword in my hands.”

An Jing’s pupils contracted slightly.

Others might not understand, but he did.

Seventh Realm of Sword Dao, Unity of Man and Sword, forgetting both the sword and the self.

The Sword Demon had not yet reached this realm, but was gradually approaching it.

An Jing said, “Impressive.”

The Sword Demon sighed, “But, there are not many left in this world worthy of my drawing the sword with all my might.”

An Jing nodded, “Indeed, not many.”

Those present exchanged glances, then slowly began to retreat to the back.

The Sword Demon looked at the sword in An Jing’s hand, “And you are one of the few in this world.”

An Jing’s Evil Suppressing Sword shimmered brilliant under the sunlight, “My sword is in my hand, as well as in my heart.”

The Sword Demon’s sword became less noticeable, yet his sword became even more eye-catching.

The Sword Demon’s heart also shook!

Sixth Realm, no sword in hand, no sword in heart.

Yet the present Ghost Swordsman had found the sword in his hand again, found the sword in his heart again.

It looked like a fall in the Sword Dao realm, but only truly great masters knew what was happening.

The two swordsmen, though still standing quietly, seemed already to have entered a situation of life and death, with life and death merely a matter of breathing away.

Although everyone had already retreated into a corner, they could still feel that terrifying murderous aura.

Every heart was contracting violently!

Even the blood in everyone’s bodies was boiling!

An Jing and the Sword Demon were still confronting each other, neither speaking nor making any movement in their hands.

Everyone could only hear the sound of their own heartbeats, only feel cold sweat thickly emerging from their pores, flowing over their skin.

Because everyone knew,

that once either of the two top swordsmen made a move, it would certainly be an earth-shattering presence.

A decisive battle could erupt at any moment, every second was filled with potential for explosion.

Perhaps in the next breath, the next blink of an eye.

Today, one of the two top swordsmen was bound to fall.

But who would that fallen person be?

The next moment.

An Jing’s sword skill swept forward first, the sword skill of the Sixth Realm of the Immortal Sword, which even the Sword Immortal of the Human Dao Sword from Lou Xiangzhen had once remarked on as terrifying and formidable.

The Sword Demon’s spine remained erect, a fierce sword skill that broke through the heavens surged upward, colliding with An Jing’s sword skill. The merging of their powers was silent yet seemed to solidify into something tangible, spreading in all directions.

Ah!

Those nearby, their heads splitting with pain, rolled and scrambled backwards to flee from the assault of the sword skills.

“Retreat fast, this is the clash of the Sixth Realm sword skill,” Xu Qianyue shouted.

The Sword Demon, unmoving like a mountain, then released a dark light from his Blood Tears Sword that swept out like a layer of icy flow.

Boom!

The surging and overwhelming aura pressed towards An Jing like mountains, as if heaven and earth paused, and everyone’s expressions subtly changed, their breathing halted.

In the blink of an eye, the Sword Demon’s figure vanished.

Where is he!?

All the experts present were greatly shocked, with the Sword Demon’s form disappearing without a trace in just the blink of an eye.

When everyone regained their senses, the Sword Demon had already appeared in front of An Jing, his Blood Tears Sword raising forward.

“Shick!”

An invisible cold sword radiance grazed An Jing’s neck, carving a nearly several meters long crack on the ground. As for why it didn’t hit, it wasn’t because the Sword Demon had shown mercy, but because An Jing, at the critical moment, had tilted his head, narrowly and dangerously avoiding the attack.

An Jing charged towards the Sword Demon, swinging the Evil Suppressing Sword to its limit, blocking another and another attack from the Blood Tears Sword. Not only that, although An Jing was in the midst of the adverse current, his counterattacks made even the current stagnate, holding his own.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding…

The ear-piercing clash of metal rang out in all directions, painfully stabbing at everyone’s eardrums.

Because of their incredible speed and rapid sword strokes, their figures did not vanish but instead created a very bizarre scene.

On top of Zhong Mountain, there were images of them everywhere. From ten, they multiplied to twenty, twenty to forty, forty to eighty, over a hundred An Jings and over a hundred Sword Demons contending, each in different postures—some crossing swords, some pursuing each other, some competing in sword skill delicacy, and others dueling through the air with explosive Qi Force.

All around, from a distance, the spectators were stunned, dumbfounded.

If not for seeing it with their own eyes, they would never believe that someone could bring swordsmanship to such an absurd level, and not just one, but two.

The Sword Demon’s strength was beyond their imagination.

An Jing’s strength also shocked them once again.

Ghost Swordsman battles the Sword Demon!

This was a fight between Sixth Realm swordsmen, a rare contest to witness in this world.

When the Evil Suppressing Sword and the Blood Tears Sword crossed, they sparked an unbearably sharp clash of metal, throwing their bodies to opposite sides.

An Jing flicked his wrist, and the Evil Suppressing Sword also started to turn, slicing upward from below, the sword light blazing intensely.

So fast!

This sword was not only fast but also contained an astonishing biting coldness.

With the Evil Suppressing Sword ranked as the third famed sword, at this moment under the impact of the sword skill, it was executed to its utmost limit.

The moment this biting coldness surged, many people broke out in a cold sweat.

The Sword Demon hastily waved his Blood Tears Sword, forming a dense sword Qi light shield around him.

“Thump! Thump!”

The collision of sword lights caused the hard ground to start collapsing and cracking, and even the mountains affected by the sword Qi showed signs of splitting, while the Sword Demon himself, caught off guard, took three steps back before finally dissipating the impact of the sword light.

With a wave of his hand, the Sword Demon glanced at his left shoulder, where his clothing had been shorn away, and tiny fragments of brocade fluttered in front of him.

“The Sword Dao of the Ghost Swordsman is truly terrifying.”

Su Lao narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this scene.

Somehow, from the chill air, he felt a hint of unease.

In the competition of swordsmanship, the Ghost Swordsman held a slight advantage—this was the advantage of skill.

But Su Lao still did not favor the Ghost Swordsman because the Sword Demon had yet to wield his mastery of the Dao.

The World’s First Swordsman was not only about competing in swordsmanship but also about true strength.

Zhao Chongyin’s face showed no change—seeming to not hear Su Lao’s muttering—as his eyes calmly watched the competition between the two great swordsmen.

The Sword Demon leaped forward, raising his arm, and the Blood Tears Sword released streams of crimson light.

The air in front of him was immediately swept away, and sword lights of true qi burst out like a storm, scattering wildly without any regularity.

Clang clang clang!

The sound of metal bursting echoed as An Jing struck down the sword lights in front of him, one after another. Due to the incredibly fast speed of his sword, it seemed like he made three or four strokes; in fact, he had made at least thirty-seven strikes, each cutting through a straight line of Sword Demon’s sword light completely.

The ground beneath his feet shook, and the altar seemed loose. With the air above Zhong Mountain filled with a myriad of killing intents and icy chills, the Sword Demon stepped forward. With this step, more blood-colored sword qi formed, revolving madly around a central point to create a horizontal tornado made of blood-colored sword light. The front of the tornado was cone-shaped, fiercely charging towards An Jing.

Supreme Sword Scripture! Wind Meteor!

The tornado of black sword light caused the scalp of countless experts to tingle.

The sword technique from the “Supreme Sword Scripture” was self-created. Before creating this technique, he had learned hundreds of sword techniques, regardless of their grades, and cultivated each to a state of perfection.

Eventually, he gained insights from numerous swordsmanship practices and created the famous “Supreme Sword Scripture” in the Jianghu.

Together with his Heavenly Dao Sword, there are few rivals under the heavens.

It was for this reason that he had once become one of the most formidable swordsmen in the world.

Four Symbols Sword Technique! Wind Unstoppable!

An Jing held the Evil Suppressing Sword in both hands, driving out the sharpest blade of wind with the Evil Suppression Sword Dao. As he swung the sword, it seemed like the heavens and earth were split open, a streak of blue sword light, sharp and cold, pulling at everyone’s divine soul.

Rustle rustle!

The black storm and the blue sword light collided directly without any gap, creating surges of waves that rolled towards the surrounding area.

The two men clashed violently with this move then both retreated backwards simultaneously.

No one won!

It was an even match!

An Jing steadied his steps. The “Nameless Heart Scripture” activated within him, continuously drawing the surrounding true qi into his Dantian.

The Sword Demon gripped the handle of the Blood Tears Sword tightly; blood flowed from the handle to the tip and then retracted. As a magnificent sword qi emerged from one side of the blade, a sharp aura emerged, like a black long river, and then fiercely slashed towards An Jing.

One move followed by another, ceaselessly, without giving An Jing any chance to catch his breath.

Supreme Sword Scripture! Torrent!

The black long river constantly shifted mid-air, resembling a black avalanche falling from the sky, an endless black torrent rushing forward.

The Sword Demon’s mastery in Sword Dao was among the top in the world, enhanced by his status as a Four Qi Grandmaster. With one of the world’s top ten famous swords, the Blood Tears Sword, his attacks seemed sharp enough to tear everything apart.

The endless black torrent almost enveloped the dark sky, leaving only its black light in everyone’s pupils.

Too terrifying!

Many people gasped in cold air; this was the first time they had seen a top Grandmaster exerting full force.

An Jing stepped forward, the azure green sword light in his hand seeming to emit a vast expanse of chill radiance, his white garment fluttering wildly in the ferocious wind.

The Evil Suppressing Sword in his hand turned a crimson red, shimmering with a bloody light, countless sword radiance rotating around the sword body.

An Jing’s expression turned solemn; the strength and cultivation displayed by the Sword Demon were now not inferior to You Gai; in fact, the deterrence was even greater than that of You Gai.

After all, when he had dueled with You Gai, You Gai had no killing intent in his heart, so his moves did not give a deep chill in the heart.

But now it was different with the Sword Demon. His Blood Tears Sword was not only icy cold but also carried a killing intent that aimed to claim lives.

This was indeed the most terrifying existence.

Sword Control Technique!

An Jing slapped his Evil Suppressing Sword, and six paths of sword light roared forth, meeting the surging black wave head-on.

The Sword Demon’s lips revealed a hint of cold smile. He waved his sleeves forward.

The temperature between heaven and earth suddenly changed. The menacing wave that was still advancing, inch by inch, was gradually being frozen, including the Evil Suppressing Sword in the center and the ground around the Sword Demon.

Crack! Crack!

This scene was spectacular.

The Sword Light of the Evil Suppressing Sword also burst forth with a blazing Sword Radiance, resolutely meeting the icy tidal wave.

Blazing heat and cold ice!

The moment they collided, a sound as loud as a mountain cry and sea roar erupted, reflecting countless strands of bizarre sword light that pierced the soul.

A golden Buddhist radiance shone upon the world, and An Jing, in order to resist the incoming Qi force, directly used the “Brahma Heart Sees Me,” a body-refining martial art.

In the next instant, a white light also emerged.

The Sword Demon’s body surface flickered with white radiance, and then a vast and vague shadow appeared behind him, his imposing aura sweeping outwards, dissipating all the incoming Qi forces.

“Snow Mountain Holy Body Technique!?”

Upon seeing this, Zuo Biwen immediately exclaimed in shock.

“What!? Is this the body-refining martial arts of Great Snow Mountain!?”

“Could it be the Sword Demon is a master from Great Snow Mountain!?”

“The Snow Mountain Holy Body Technique, this is indeed the foremost body-refining martial arts in the world.”

……

Voices of discussion resounded among the crowd, everyone was stunned by the martial arts displayed by the Sword Demon.

Because the martial arts displayed by the Sword Demon, Hao Tian, was not from Yan Country but the forbidden techniques of Great Snow Mountain of current Houjin.

Zhao Chongyin suddenly realized in his heart, “So it is Great Snow Mountain.”

Originally, he was curious as to why the Sword Demon wanted to obstruct the Ghost Swordsman in Yujing City, and now he finally understood.

After all, Zhao Mengtai had ardently wished to win over the Demon Sect, how could he possibly send someone to obstruct a swordsman from the Demon Sect, which he could never understand inside.

The Sword Demon is indeed a person from Great Snow Mountain, and the reason for killing Zongzheng Yuan becomes clear after a careful thought, who benefits the most from Zongzheng Yuan’s death.

Apart from Zhao Country, it would be those competing with Zongzheng Yuan for leadership.

And Zongzheng Yuan’s greatest rival was none other than Zongzheng Yue.

Zongzheng Yuan’s death removed Zongzheng Yue’s competition, and he could even directly launch an attack on Yan Country, killing two birds with one stone. The only miscalculation for Zongzheng Yue was the disastrous defeat at the Battle of Beihuang Dao, which also led to heavy losses for the Soul Seeker Mansion due to several maneuvers against the Demon Sect.

Otherwise, Zongzheng Yue’s plan could be considered perfect.

“This woman too is a decisive and ruthless character.”

Thinking of this, Zhao Chongyin couldn’t help but mutter to himself.

The Minister of Rites, Zhu Yongfang, frowned deeply and said, “The Ghost Swordsman cannot lose to the Sword Demon.”

If the Sword Demon is a master from Great Snow Mountain, then they absolutely cannot allow him to claim the title of the World’s First Swordsman, a title that has always belonged to Yan Country since ancient times.

Not just Zhu Yongfang thought this way, all the martial arts masters from Great Yan Martial World present became righteously indignant and began to shout loudly.

They all hoped that the Ghost Swordsman would overcome the Sword Demon, upholding the prestige of Yang Yan Country.

An Jing’s eyebrows raised, his face revealing an utmost gravity; he hadn’t expected this world-famous swordsmanship expert to also have mastered the top martial arts of Great Snow Mountain. Without some relation to Great Snow Mountain, it was clearly impossible.

A swordsman with the Sixth Realm of the Heavenly Dao Sword, a peak Four Qi cultivation, plus the forbidden techniques of Great Snow Mountain, the Blood Tears Sword in hand… all these factors made the Sword Demon before him immensely powerful.

In the past, An Jing had always relied on superior techniques to overcome his opponents, thereby compensating for his disadvantage in the Dao and winning, but today, although he also had an advantage in technique, this advantage was hard to compensate for his lack in the Dao.

Surrounded by white mist, the Blood Tears Sword in the hands of the Sword Demon glowed with a brilliant red light, exerting an extreme sense of oppression.

This swordsman, who had once slain countless experts, now fully displayed his fangs and towering presence to the world.

This battle was bound to be even more brutal than the previous ones!

Boom!

The dazzling light of the Evil Suppressing Sword shattered the sky, carrying with it the massive sword radiance, swiftly striking towards the Sword Demon standing in mid-air amidst many astonished gazes, as fast as thunder.

Under the sword radiance, even the air seemed to twist.

However, facing An Jing’s full-force attack, the Sword Demon’s face remained largely unperturbed, only lifting the Blood Tears Sword lightly in his hand, glowing with a red blood light, then gently raising it, and in a flash, a sinister look flashed through his eyes.

Whoosh!

All one could see was a black spectral light tearing the sky, followed by a clear metallic sound echoing. The relentless sword radiance suddenly solidified at that moment, the massive force it contained seemingly completely neutralized.

Countless gazes turned towards the sky, after the collision of sword tip and sword radiance, the Sword Demon remained motionless, even his expression unchanged.

Experts of the martial arts world watched in secret awe; the strength of the Sword Demon was indeed too formidable.

Boom!

The Evil Suppressing Sword, carrying a terrifying force, continuously swung out, but no matter how fierce the Evil Suppressing Sword was, it always failed to shake the Blood Tears Sword in the hands of the Sword Demon.

In the exchange between the two, An Jing appeared to be in a ferocious offensive stance, but it was apparent to everyone that he was at a disadvantage.

However, An Jing was not worried. As a swordsman, he needed to remain calm at all times.

Under the watchful eyes of countless onlookers, amidst the raging True Qi, An Jing and the Sword Demon stood facing each other from afar. The latter, with an indifferent look and vast True Qi swirling around him, stared at the distant An Jing and muttered, “So far, under my full force, only two people have survived.”

The Sword Demon’s lips moved, as if an ancient voice was transmitting invisibly.

That voice, as if coming from the netherworld, carried endless chill, causing the temperature around to suddenly drop, mixed with the cold wind.

Whish! Whish!

An extremely powerful Qi Mechanism surged out, instantly filling the entire world.

Boom! Boom!

The Qi Mechanism around the Sword Demon gradually solidified, forming a gigantic blood-red sword amidst white smoke.

This was the sword body formed by the Sword Demon embedding his Sword Dao and the Snow Mountain Holy Body Technique.

The Sword Demon indifferently locked onto An Jing, his body’s True Qi pumped into his arms, and he slashed at An Jing with a whoosh, unleashing a heaven-covering wave of True Qi.

Simultaneously, the Blood Tears Sword also contained endless chill, sweeping across the world.

Immediately afterward, a surge of rolling True Qi swept away from the air.

Everyone’s scalp tingled as they watched the True Qi streaking across the sky; that originally colorless True Qi was now flickering with black radiance.

The black True Qi swept across, seemingly merging and cutting through anything in its path, eventually splitting it in two.

“What martial arts is this!?”

“Is this the Sword Demon’s ultimate move?”

…….

In the world, there were not a few well-informed martial arts masters, who immediately began whispering in shock, seemingly astonished by the Sword Demon’s moves.

After the shock, people couldn’t help but worry. Under such an attack from the Sword Demon, could the Ghost Swordsman really win?

Master Su shook his head, saying, “Your Highness, the Crown Prince, this Ghost Swordsman is going to lose.”

“I know, there’s no need to rush.”

Zhao Chongyin remained calm; whether An Jing won or lost, it would not affect his plans.

Under the gazes of everyone in the world, An Jing, holding the Evil Suppressing Sword, did not panic; on the contrary, he was very calm, calmer than ever before.

He raised the Evil Suppressing Sword in his hand, and a horrifying wave of Sword Qi came shaking through.

Boom! Boom!

With An Jing as the center, the surging True Qi was almost exploding, wildly vibrating toward the distance.

At the same time, an ancient, profound breath also descended upon this part of the world.

Selfless Dao!

This was one of the two sword techniques An Jing had created.

As the Evil Suppressing Sword vibrated, a sharp, unparalleled Sword Radiance burst forth, growing larger and larger, seemingly about to suppress the entire Zhong Mountain under its sword light.

Sword Moves Mountains and Rivers!

Countless martial arts masters watched this scene with trembling spirits, feeling an unusual fluctuation spreading, making their hearts tremble slightly for reasons unknown.

In that sword light, it seemed as if an apocalyptic Qi Mechanism was brewing.

The sky darkened, and even the air trembled at this moment, but An Jing’s eyes became even sharper.

Only then did the gloomy world completely darken, with only that path of sword light heading forward. Then, everyone saw that the radiance burst forth like a volcano.

The black radiance did not carry an earth-shattering force, yet as it sliced through the air, everyone seemed to hear a crackling sound.

Where the sword light swept through, it seemed as if all life was being obliterated, this dominance sending chills deep into everyone’s heart.

The Sword Demon, originally calm, also showed a hint of disbelief at this moment. Could An Jing really execute such a terrifying Sword Dao?

As a top swordsman, the Sword Demon knew he must concentrate and calm his mind at this moment.

Even if he were to die, his heart must remain swallowed within.

At that moment, the Sword Demon directly funneled the scant remnants of his True Qi into his arms.

Huge Sword Qi surged from within him, covering heaven and earth as it fiercely rolled towards An Jing.

Boom!

At the moment of collision, brilliant light soared into the sky, turning the initially dim sky dazzlingly bright in an instant, forcing countless people to squint involitively.

Then followed a violent, volcano-like surge of True Qi blastwaves erupting crazily, causing ripples to spread over the entirety of Zhong Mountain.

“Quick, protect His Highness the Crown Prince!”

Xu Qianyue urgently shouted.

Everyone atop Zhong Mountain gathered their Inner Strength or True Qi, holding it in front of themselves to fend off the incoming surge of True Qi.

The platform releasing the fireworks directly turned to dust, and then the great wave rushed towards the Giant Cauldron.

The next moment, even more surging Sword Qi emerged from within the cauldron.

The Sword Qi of the Dulu Sword!

The Sword Qi of the world’s foremost sword!

“Hiss!”

That piercingly cold wave sliced through all the True Qi waves and then vanished.

The terrifying shockwaves ravaged the area, and the blinding light gradually weakened. At the same time, all eyes almost instinctively turned to look at the sky.

They were all anxious to know, after such a horrifying collision, who would be the last one standing?

Was the Ghost Swordsman more formidable, or was the Sword Demon even more fearsome?

The light in the sky completely dissipated, and the scene on Zhong Mountain became clear. As that scene unfolded, countless gasps of cold air reverberated continuously.

A gigantic golden silhouette spiraled within the light, its Force Qi bursting out vigorously, ravaging the heavens and earth. Within that golden silhouette, a figure in white appeared before everyone’s eyes.

That figure in white had an extremely pale face, with fresh blood seeping from his mouth, yet his eyes were exceptionally bright.

That was An Jing!

Whoosh!

A sound of disbelief erupted like a volcano, leaving countless onlookers staring agape in shock.

An Jing had actually managed to block that fatal strike from the Sword Demon!

Sprinkles of light gently fell from the sky, yet the whole world seemed engulfed in silence, everyone staring blankly ahead with their eyes wide open.

In their gazes, thick shock and disbelief filled the air—it was an outcome many had not anticipated. That was the Sword Demon!

Once a top-level master who had scorned the world, and his current strength must have been even more terrifying than before.

His full-powered strike, the Ghost Swordsman had truly withstood it.

All eyes lingered dumbfounded on the white-robed figure in the sky. After a prolonged silence, it was finally shattered by sudden exclamations.

Jia Shiwu whispered, “Ghost Swordsman, could he really become the world’s top swordsman now?”

Zuo Biwen exclaimed, “The world’s top swordsman at just over twenty years old, how terrifying is that?”

It was unimaginable that someone just over twenty years old could become the top master in the world, a rarity in all of history.

And those who did not die all eventually reached the Grandmaster Realm without exception.

Xu Qianyue took a deep breath, saying, “Whether he’s the best yet remains to be seen.”

The duel between the two did not end with this move.

At that moment, the Sword Demon continued his assault.

The terrifying Sword Shadows enveloped An Jing, clearly aiming to crush him.

An Jing, with nowhere to escape, bravely met the attack holding the Evil Suppressing Sword.

Clang!

The terrifying sound of metal clashed through heaven and earth. An Jing’s feet scraped against the ground as he staggered back.

Before he could regain his balance, the Sword Demon, wielding the Blood Tears Sword, charged at him again.

Boom!

A great Sword Light swirled through the heavens and earth, reflected in An Jing’s pupils.

An Jing felt a chill down his spine, his body tingling with a cold dread.

Above the vast sky, a huge blood sword surged forward, its figure filling An Jing’s vision, carrying an unbearably cruel and fierce aura in his heart’s depths.

Even An Jing trembled at the sight of the immense sword approaching.

Supreme Sword Scripture! Annihilation!

The Sword Demon along with the Blood Tears Sword and the massive blood sword behind him seemed to merge into one, the giant sword assail furiously, suffused with incessant blood essence and sword qi.

This was the last move of the Supreme Sword Scripture, also a technique Hao Tian had only comprehended a year ago, originally meant for a past adversary.

A ferocious qi swept across, echoing continuously, as everyone looked up in awe at the Sword Demon soaring into the sky.

The Sword Demon’s eyes, cold and aloof, were supremely domineering.

He pointed the Blood Tears Sword towards An Jing.

This single sword seemed to be capable of splitting Heaven and Earth!

Boom!

Behind him, the qi mechanism also shockingly shuddered along with the Sword Demon’s pointing, like a vast and boundless river surge.

An Jing’s true qi madly infused into the Evil Suppressing Sword.

The Evil Suppressing Sword transformed into six towering swords, spreading out and forming an ancient and simple formation, slashing towards the dark qi mechanism ahead.

The ancient sword formation was profound and awe-inspiring.

Whoosh!

Under the watchful eyes of many, the blood-colored giant sword and that sword formation streaked across the sky, then with a scalp-numbing force, fiercely crashed into each other.

Boom!

At the moment of impact, it seemed as though heaven and earth themselves trembled, even the ground below vibrated, earnestly with cracks quietly spreading across it.

Dazzling bright light, carrying fierce true qi fluctuations, raged from the sky, bringing with it a roaring sound.

Countless eyes, despite the sting, stared fixedly at that fierce collision, where the violent qi fluctuations raged.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The blood-colored giant sword relentlessly crashed, seemingly trying to completely shatter the sword formation ahead.

Under the savage attacks from the blood-colored giant sword, the radiance of the sword formation dimmed and quickly extinguished.

An Jing clenched his teeth until they bled, but he knew he couldn’t retreat. Retreating even a step would likely mean being annihilated by the blood-colored giant sword.

Everyone held their breath, aware that this strike would determine the winner.

Boom! Boom!

Watching the relentless collisions between the giant sword and the sword formation, the air exploded under the impact, even causing the ground below to collapse.

Boom!

Under the gazes of many, the blood-colored giant sword heavily fell, crashing fiercely upon An Jing’s body, completely engulfing him.

Billowing dust soared into the air, obscuring all sight.

At that moment, the world gradually quieted down.

Dust swirled and qi waves rolled away.

Zhao Chongyin, Jia Shiwu, Zuo Biwen, Xu Qianyue, and all others looked towards the front.

Distant experts also leaped up, eager to discern the outcome of this great battle.

And under the unwavering gaze of the crowd, as the dust gradually cleared, a huge depression appeared, within which the rampaging fierce true qi also receded.

The situation there finally became clear.

All eyes instantly converged there, and soon, the atmosphere was filled with suppressed exclamations of shock spreading quietly.

An Jing stood amidst the ruins, his palm holding the Evil Suppressing Sword, his clothes torn, his hair flying in the strong wind, his surrounding aura somewhat weak.

Ghost Swordsman!

Everyone hurriedly looked towards the other side, their hearts seizing up, overwhelmed by shock.

Sword Demon Hao Tian had turned into a bloodied figure.

This time, the Blood Tears Sword was still covered in fresh blood, but it was his own.

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