Super Invincible Immortal Doctor
Chapter 1633 - 1634: What is a Sword Immortal

Chapter 1633: Chapter 1634: What is a Sword Immortal

"You’ve come at the right time."

Wan Qiu spoke coldly.

Ao Tian had already perceived the arrival of the Luo Clan elders rushing to this location, so how could he not have noticed either?

This was precisely why Wan Qiu had instructed Long Ao Tian to lead the two deep into Qingqiu Mausoleum without delay.

Opportunities seized are fleeting; once lost, they never return.

Even with Su Chengyu on his way here, Wan Qiu still couldn’t guarantee that the situation would improve once Su Chengyu arrived.

Since phenomena had already arisen in Qingqiu Mausoleum, there was no reason to retreat at this time.

Though the arriving crowd surged with momentum, Wan Qiu knew full well that the greatest threat was still the Luo Clan Hollow Void Cultivator before him, just half a step away from reaching Earth Immortal.

Wan Qiu extended his long arm, and the wooden sword in his hand spun out instantly. Countless cracks emerged along its surface. With a release of Wan Qiu’s Qi Force, countless wooden splinters shot out in all directions. Hidden within the wooden sword was an authentic Green Peak Longsword!

"Is that the Kiss Neck?"

The Luo Clan Hollow Void Cultivator narrowed his eyes in recognition of the weapon, a legendary sword once renowned throughout the world.

It was said that this sword was crafted by a famed Artifact Refining Master during the Spring and Autumn Period, using Blood Gallstone mined from the extreme southern regions as its primary material. It had also required the sacrificial offerings of a full ninety-nine condemned prisoners to forge.

This was the first infamous weapon in the history of Xia Country, publicly forged using living humans as part of the refining process.

After its creation, the sword soaked in countless bloodshed during the wars of the Spring and Autumn Period. Among contemporary legendary weapons, it ranked within the top ten, earning the chilling epithet "Supreme Killing Sword."

However, post-Spring and Autumn era, the sword had faded into obscurity. No one could have imagined that this fearsome blade would find its way into the hands of a mere Daoist.

Feeling the murderous intent emanating from behind, and staring into the visibly shaken face of the Hollow Void Cultivator before him, Wan Qiu remained composed as he spoke indifferently.

"In my prime, people always asked me the difference between my sword and Zhao Danping’s blade. A hundred years ago, I couldn’t answer. But now, I think I understand."

Speaking to himself, Wan Qiu lowered his head, gently stroking the sword in his hand as he continued calmly.

"My sword exists solely for killing."

His body moved as swiftly as lightning, catching the Luo Clan Hollow Void Cultivator completely off guard. Even while surrounded, Wan Qiu had chosen to launch a ferocious counterattack instead. With the suddenness of thunder, he appeared beside the cultivator, the blood-red light of the Kiss Strength Sword slashing toward him like the scythe of death itself.

Overwhelmed by the intense killing intent, the Hollow Void Cultivator instinctively dodged, utterly unwilling to risk directly confronting the sharp momentum of Wan Qiu’s blade.

"What’s wrong? So afraid of death?"

Mockery tinged with derision escaped Wan Qiu’s lips. Despite only having the upper hand momentarily, the Daoist shamelessly provoked the increasingly adapting Hollow Void Cultivator.

"Form the array!"

The cultivator deftly evaded the blade’s edge and raised a Liuli Magic Artifact to parry the unpredictable attacks of the Kiss Neck Sword. Then, he loudly issued a command toward the entrance of the cavern.

Deep within the grotto, three Luo Clan Martial Emperors instantly synchronized their efforts, each manifesting an illusory figure similar to the Luo Shen Dharma Body projected by the Hollow Void Cultivator. Their combined resonance enclosed Wan Qiu in a near-perfect encirclement.

Boundless torrents of water materialized around Wan Qiu, isolating him from everyone else. His sight and Divine Sense flickered in all directions but were entirely blocked by this overwhelming surge of elemental force, leaving him unable to locate the Hollow Void Cultivator’s presence.

"Is this the famed Luo Shen Crossing?"

As one of the Ancient Clan’s renowned secret techniques, the legend goes that it alone secured the Luo Clan’s place among the top three of the Nine Ancient Tribes.

"At least you show some discernment. Dying within the Luo Shen Crossing counts as your final glory."

"And what if I refuse to die?"

"At this stage, such matters are beyond your control! The formation shall transition into its killing stance!"

Sky serving as the canopy, earth as the bedding, water transformed into swords—all under the unified influence of four Luo Shen Dharma Bodies. The previously concealed malice within the water currents abruptly changed form.

Countless streams of water condensed into needles, numbering in the tens of thousands. Their overwhelming presence gathered from every direction, aiming right at Wan Qiu.

"Die, ignorant fool!"

"Ignorant fool"—this term was once used by the Ancient Clans to describe outsiders to their lineage. To them, anyone lacking Ancient Clan blood was no different from beings akin to foreign clans.

Though Xia Country’s prohibition against such speech had long been established, in the eyes of the elder Ancient Clansmen, anyone outside an Ancient Clan was no more than a "fool."

Wan Qiu, naturally aware of this hidden history, felt not a trace of indignation.

After surviving a century of wars, this Daoist, devoted to the sword, had already come to terms with life and death.

Did he not foresee the dangers of this mission?

Was he unaware that opposing an Ancient Clan could mean perishing at any moment?

All he felt was serenity.

When had he reached this state of serenity? When had he fully accepted death?

Was it the moment he agreed to his senior brother Master Chang Chun’s request? Or the instant he left the Capital City? Was it when he saw Yu Yanshu carry forward the legacy of his Sword Dao? Or when he witnessed two juniors charge fearlessly into the Luo Clan’s Blessed Realm?

Wan Qiu couldn’t pinpoint it, nor did it matter.

What mattered was his unwavering belief that this death-struggle would not be meaningless.

Zhao Danping—when you see this, would you finally stop calling me merely an executioner and instead grant me the title of Sword Immortal?

Bang!

Like a storm of blades, water needles surged toward Wan Qiu. With the Luo Clan Hollow Void personally leading the Grand Formation, not even Wan Qiu could ignore the torrential rain of swords.

Moments later, pierced by countless water needles, Wan Qiu stood like a porcupine fixed in place, entirely motionless.

The pale-faced Hollow Void Cultivator released a long breath of relief. The three assisting Martial Emperors quickly approached him and spoke.

"Fifth Elder, are you alright?"

The Hollow Void Cultivator shook his head and gestured dismissively. "You arrived just in time. Otherwise, had I faced this fellow alone, the outcome would’ve been uncertain."

"How could it be? Who exactly is this man?"

The Martial Emperor, still unable to deduce Wan Qiu’s identity, asked.

"Wan Qiu—a Swordsmanship Master once endorsed by Dragon Tiger Mountain’s Zhao Danping. I assumed he had either perished or ascended to Earth Immortal over this past century. Yet..."

The Hollow Void Cultivator spoke in puzzlement before gazing at the silent Wan Qiu. Hesitating briefly, he finally stepped closer.

Though he didn’t believe Wan Qiu would leave his Secret Manual among his belongings, the infamous Kiss Neck Sword remained a prize too precious to be ignored, especially after such high costs incurred.

As the Hollow Void Cultivator approached and confirmed Wan Qiu’s lifelessness, he reached out to seize the blood-ridden longsword.

But at the very instant his hand extended...

"Did no one ever teach you Ancient Clansfolk? You shouldn’t lay hands on a dead man’s possessions."

The voice, cold as the abyss, resonated eerily. Wan Qiu, who had seemed utterly lifeless, suddenly rose with sword energy blazing from his eyes. Beneath his feet, countless bursts of Sword Qi shattered the ground, forming countless phantoms of the Kiss Neck Sword. These phantoms transformed into Sword Momentum, enveloping the two entirely within their grasp!