Super Invincible Immortal Doctor
Chapter 1281: Similar People

Chapter 1281: Chapter 1281: Similar People

"Quite the bold statement," Yang Qianyan said coldly.

"Those who can be called geniuses, who among them doesn’t make bold statements?" Xu Zijing responded with a smile.

"You." Although Ye Qingci didn’t even glance in Xu Zijing’s direction, a piercing sensation already pervaded Xu Zijing’s entire body.

However, faced with Ye Qingci, thorny like a rose, Xu Zijing remained unaffected like a persistent piece of gum, responding softly,

"I can hardly be counted as a genius, especially compared to you, Long Xuan, Qian Yan, or even this youngster who has just started making a name for himself. I am merely someone with a bit more luck than others."

"If you don’t qualify, then he qualifies even less."

Yang Qianyan said softly, his gaze fixed on Su Chengyu.

Sword momentum gathered on the Dragon Slayer Sword, the "borrowed" Divine Artifact glowing gold so intensely bright it was nearly impossible to keep one’s eyes open; one could only use Divine Sense to sense the essence of that sword.

"Unstoppable, who but I?" Long Xuan spoke softly, then averted his gaze as the sword light fell upon Su Chengyu, "Is this the Sword Intent of your sword?"

"How is it? Does it satisfy you, once the foremost among the young generation?"

Such Sword Intent was exceedingly similar to Long Xuan. Before the appearance of Ye Qingci, wasn’t Long Xuan also seeking such a state in the pursuit of his own Dao?

It wasn’t until he stood at the summit of the mountain, experiencing the epiphany that all other mountains seemed small, that Long Xuan’s understanding of the Dao began to change slightly.

But still...

"Not enough, I’m afraid."

Long Xuan spoke effortlessly, his right hand rapidly forming signs—hundreds of Daoist Methods were integrated into one by Long Xuan in just a moment.

The Mount Longhu Trinity Sword gathered at Long Xuan’s side, and with the blessing of countless Daoist Methods, the three Peach Wood Swords once again made a direct attack on the golden sword light in front!

Similar Sword Intent, this pursuit of having no one before him clashed head-on with Su Chengyu’s sword light.

Boom!

A massive sound wave burst from the center of the Martial Arts Field, and the already overburdened Martial Arts Field instantly turned into countless particles, breaking into fragments.

The two aware figures in the arena remained unaffected, hovering in mid-air, focusing all their energy on the opponent’s sword.

If Ye Qingci’s suppression of Long Xuan was due to a completely different understanding of the Dao, profoundly schooling Long Xuan and allowing him to fully realize what he lacked for that final half-step,

Then this battle between Su Chengyu and him belonged to the same Daoist Law State of Mind, a true disputation of Dao as good as any.

Su Chengyu’s sword, evolved from countless golden figures, was the culmination of his Sword Intent and different from previous ones reliant on the Dragon Slayer’s Sword Intent, like the Demon-slaying Sword.

This sword right now had more of Su Chengyu’s own color, having risen from Longjiang from a nobody to standing in Capital City, challenging this once leading figure of the young generation, infusing the color that spanned his entire life into this one sword!

After integrating the so-called Breath of the Destiny Dao, this one move’s destructive power could match any Treasure Technique!

But even so, faced with this sword, Long Xuan’s mysterious Daoist Method unraveled the layers of Sword Intent like peeling silk from a cocoon, continuously eroding Su Chengyu’s Sword Dao, Sword Intent. With each inch the Dragon Slayer Sword advanced, the unstoppable momentum dissipated by degrees.

It seemed indeed not enough.

Su Chengyu let out a bitter laugh. Was his sword truly unable to match up to Long Xuan?

No. That’s not right.

The brief self-doubt vanished in an instant, and Su Chengyu’s gaze at Dragon Slayer quickly steadied again.

My sword technique, cultivated through the Power of the Great Dao, integrating countless learned arts, could not possibly be so feeble; the fact that it could not break through Long Xuan’s sword encirclement was not the sword’s failure but my own.

This sword can decapitate an Immortal, yet I myself do not truly possess the ability to decapitate an Immortal!

Having fully realized this, Su Chengyu watched his longsword speed toward Long Xuan and took a deep breath.

Within the Sea of Consciousness, Su Chengyu’s Nascent Soul shone with bright golden light, while the Qi of the Great Dao from Su Chengyu’s physical body also began indiscriminately radiating golden light to the outside world.

This sudden change furrowed Long Xuan’s brow, sensing something unusual about Su Chengyu, he became genuinely concerned for the first time, "What are you doing?"

Hearing Long Xuan’s words, Su Chengyu did not intend to answer; instead, he slowly lifted his head, looking determinedly at Long Xuan and stated, "I’ve said it before, this sword can decapitate an Immortal!"

The moment the words were spoken, the Breath of the Dao illuminated the entire Demon Slayer Department.

Under the effect of this golden light, the Cultivators below the Hollow Vacuum level not only lost their sight but even their Divine Sense was completely obscured, unable to perceive anything that was happening inside the field.

The instigator of all this, Su Chengyu, now bled from his seven orifices, and the Nascent Soul within his Sea of Consciousness had become riddled with myriad holes in an instant, transforming into a bloodied figure in just a flash!

"Has this guy gone mad? He’s just advanced in his cultivation, yet he’s pushing his Nascent Soul so hard that even if he lands this strike, he won’t survive!"

Yang Qianyan’s eyebrows tightened as he realized what Su Chengyu was doing. Such an act of depleting one’s own life was something that even he wouldn’t dare to commit, let alone an Earth Immortal!

Nascent Soul Cultivators are immortal and indestructible; their essence lies in the Nascent Soul’s ability to preserve a shred of God’s Soul, and as long as the God’s Soul remains, there’s a chance to cultivate anew.

Yet, what Su Chengyu was doing was clearly staking his entire Nascent Soul on this.

"Without this conviction, how could one embody the Sword Intent of ’who else if not I’? This kid reminds me of someone."

Ye Qingci’s expression changed slightly; naturally, she understood who Xu Zijing was referring to.

The once Demon Slayer Department’s pride, the man who, for the sake of a woman and at the cost of his own future prospects, dared to assault the Cloud Tribe with his Hollow Vacuum cultivation.

Su Zhedian.

Such mad acts had only ever been done by Su Zhedian in these past several hundred years!

But what was the point in doing so?

Ye Qingci had painstakingly laid everything out for Su Chengyu, all so he could establish himself in the Capital City, in the Demon Slayer Department.

And with this sword unleashed, even if Su Chengyu were victorious, what great cost would he have to pay?

Moreover... moreover, this sword might not even ensure victory!

"Su..."

"Cold Moon Envoy."

Right as Ye Qingci was about to speak, Xu Zijing immediately interrupted her, speaking with an air of finality, "The rule that one must not interfere with the battle was set by you."

Ye Qingci’s brow tightened, her heartstrings taut to the limit. She was well aware of what Xu Zijing was talking about and understood that far more people were watching the fight between the two than just those present.

Otherwise, under such circumstances, Ye Qingci would have intervened long ago to forcefully stop Su Chengyu’s reckless actions!

This guy... just how far does he plan on going awry!

"You’re going to die."

Long Xuan coldly stated as he looked at the Dragon Slayer Sword advancing towards him, its Sword Intent growing rather than waning.

"But... you... will... lose!"

Struggling to push out these four words, the Dragon Slayer Sword finally deflected the last Killing Star Sword in front of it and, without any further hindrance, thrust straight toward the center of Long Xuan’s forehead.

The posture of an Immortal? What of it?

Even if the one standing before me, Su Chengyu, today were a true Land Immortal, my sword would still strike to kill!