The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1093: Yang Beiming’s Sword Intent

Chapter 1093: Chapter 1093: Yang Beiming’s Sword Intent

Yang Beiming’s sword shadows were like beams of solid light that emitted an indescribable, imposing pressure.

One after another, billions of sword shadows converged into a long river, resembling the River of Destiny—visible only in the immediate vicinity, its end nowhere in sight.

Several hundred sword shadows arranged side by side made the sword river quite wide; the stars it passed were illuminated by the sword river, dazzling and beautiful.

Before Yang Beiming even made his appearance, the emergence of the sword river caused countless beings to breathe rapidly.

Everyone had heard of Yang Beiming, but how many had truly seen him in person?

"Is that the Sword God’s sword river..."

Di Tianwu muttered as he gazed at the distant sword river, frequently hearing the Divine Emperor mention Yang Beiming.

The Divine Emperor held Yang Beiming in high regard, saying, "In this era, the one most likely to become a saint is none other than Yang Beiming, who crosses the starry sky with billions of sword rivers."

This statement was tantamount to positioning Yang Beiming as the strongest being in the three thousand worlds.

Thus, hearing that Yang Beiming was coming to challenge the Qin Immortal Realm, he eagerly came to watch.

Although he didn’t specialize in Sword Dao, perhaps he could glean something from it.

Di Tianwu felt this way, and so did An Ruming, Yun Yinjie, and other prodigies.

In another direction, Mo Xuanzi, whom Qin Jun had rescued from the Qiuming Abyss, also sneaked over, glancing at the distant sword river as he flew.

"What a spectacle... What kind of power does one need to be so extravagant?"

Mo Xuanzi sighed, his reasons for coming to the Qin Immortal Realm being firstly for Yang Beiming and secondly for Qin Jun.

When he heard that the Heavenly Emperor of Qin had ordered his subordinates to consecutively slay Wei Yue and Chen Wujin, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Indeed, being locked away for hundreds of years, the world had truly changed.

With what he had seen and heard in the Qiuming Abyss, he specifically came to watch the battle.

He didn’t believe that Yang Beiming would definitely win.

Qin Jun’s subordinates were too strong, not to mention that mysterious technique of death as their trump card.

At the same time, an intense Sword Energy surged up from behind the sword river and pierced the sky.

As if ruling over all under heaven!

Gazing down upon all living beings!

All creatures felt a tremendous shock to their spirits, their gazes uniformly turning towards a certain part of the sword river.

There, a figure stood proudly—it was Yang Beiming.

Yang Beiming had his hands clasped behind his back, his robe fluttering in the wind; his bearing as a grandmaster was displayed to its fullest.

Whoever saw him couldn’t help but feel an involuntary awe in their hearts.

This was the Sword God!

From his aura alone, one could tell he was invincible!

"The Sword God has arrived! He’s here!"

"Sss—Yang Beiming... I’ve finally seen him with my own eyes!"

"Not a single Yang Beiming in the universe... when I get back, I’ll have something to brag about for ten thousand years!"

"The Sword Energy is so strong, it’s almost a height I can’t hope to reach, I can’t even dare to imagine it."

"How powerful is Yang Beiming’s cultivation? This sense of oppression..."

The beings discussed among themselves, all in amazement of Yang Beiming’s strength.

Even before he made a move, his mere aura and Sword Energy gave off a sense of overwhelming heavenly might.

Di Tianwu squinted his eyes, a hint of fervor flashing in them as he murmured, "Such ambition... that’s exactly what I want to pursue."

Yang Beiming’s presence was neither restrained nor ostentatious, just a pride that seemed unparalleled in the three thousand worlds.

Even the mad youngster was intimidated by Yang Beiming’s Sword Energy; he stroked his chin, pondering, "I didn’t expect that, aside from those two freaks, there would be such an impressive person in the world."

In his eyes, this Sword God probably had one foot already in the Holy Realm.

The Holy Realm!

That was indeed a realm that even the mad youngster was crazy about.

Only by becoming a Saint could one brave the myriad tribulations, truly attaining everlasting life.

But ascending to sainthood was exceedingly difficult...

Yang Beiming, the focus of countless gazes, remained composed, his eyes fixed on Qin Immortal Realm.

"Four Manifesting Saints, no wonder the Heavenly Emperor of Qin is so reckless."

Yang Beiming muttered to himself, instantly seeing through the number of Manifesting Saints within Qin Immortal Realm, showing just how high his cultivation was.

Even knowing there were four Manifesting Saints, he did not stop advancing.

Billions of Sword Rivers continued to surge forward.

Whoosh—

A sound of tearing through the air emerged from Qin Immortal Realm, belonging to Luo Shixin.

His body exuded killing intent, a Qilin Overlord Spear in hand. As he flew past the city gate and locked eyes with Yang Beiming, he shouted, "So you are Yang Beiming!"

Yang Beiming’s expression remained indifferent as he spoke softly, "Karmic retribution, no need for further words."

His words were light, yet they resonated throughout the entire starry sky, clearly entering the ears of all beings.

Even the beings within Qin Immortal Realm heard him.

Qin Jun, who was in the midst of crossing tribulation, couldn’t help but lift his hand and flick his middle finger towards the direction of the voice.

This arrogance was indeed remarkable.

Boom!

Another bolt of heavenly thunder struck down, hitting Qin Jun’s Extreme Flame Demon God true form, causing him to grimace in pain. This bolt, if it had struck an ordinary Taixu Mysterious Immortal, would have annihilated both body and spirit.

Stimulated by Yang Beiming’s words, Luo Shixin immediately attacked with his spear.

Being in the late stage of Manifesting Saint Realm, his speed was unimaginably fast.

Gripping the spear with one hand, his momentum was like a rainbow, like a massive tornado sweeping through the starry sky. Beings too close were sent flying, screams erupting in the wake.

Yang Beiming suddenly narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp as swords. The Sword Rivers behind him soared upwards.

Billions of sword shadows floated behind him, their tips pointing at Luo Shixin, resembling a sun tens of thousands of miles in diameter, majestically spectacular, shaking the hearts of every being.

Standing on a stone sword, Yang Beiming’s hands had yet to move from behind his back.

"Meet your end!"

Luo Shixin sneered, his spear thrusting forward. Yang Beiming still did not dodge, nor did he pick up the stone sword beneath his feet.

Suddenly, Yang Beiming opened his mouth, and a Sword Energy burst forth, rapidly solidifying and stretching into a hundred-zhang-long colossal sword that ripped through space, colliding directly with Luo Shixin’s Qilin Overlord Spear.

Clang—

The clash between spear and sword made countless beings’ hearts clench, none daring to blink, afraid to miss any exciting moment.

Luo Shixin’s face suddenly turned pale as the colossal sword abruptly doubled in size, its sword force intensifying simultaneously.

The next second, Luo Shixin was blown back. The colossal sword shattered, turning into countless Sword Energies streaking in all directions, grinding the nearby planets to dust.

Yang Beiming pressed on, billions of sword shadows spreading out in a circle behind him, like an immense bright sun, sacred and inviolable.

Luo Shixin was hurled seventy million li away before stabilizing himself. He pressed his left hand against his chest, his right hand firmly clutching the Qilin Overlord Spear, his face filled with fear.

"Manifesting Saint Realm—complete mastery!"

Luo Shixin gritted his teeth, enunciating every word, as Yang Beiming’s display of Sword Energy had instantaneously overwhelmed his mind and spirit.

Without responding, Yang Beiming carried on, his billions of sword shadows in tow, no longer casting his gaze towards Luo Shixin but instead directed at Qin Immortal Realm.

"You are not up to the task."

Yang Beiming spoke softly, and although his tone was not mocking, the deeper indifference made Luo Shixin feel even more irritated.

"You’re full of shit!"

Luo Shixin cursed and attacked again, the Qilin’s fire bursting forth from his body in an instant, transforming into a black Qilin that enveloped him.

As the progenitor of Qilin, how could he tolerate his own failure?

In the era of the primeval dragon-han catastrophe, throughout the heavens and earth, except for the Ancestral Dragon, he acknowledged no other as his peer.