The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 962: Manjusri Tortures the Sword Master

Chapter 962: Chapter 962: Manjusri Tortures the Sword Master

"Master, what is it?"

Jinzha asked with confusion, why had the Great Manjushri Bodhisattva suddenly risen to his feet?

Could it be an enemy attack?

The other generals had the same thought, each setting down their wine bowls and standing up to look towards the Great Manjushri Bodhisattva.

"Such a soaring sword intent, in this world, can only belong to the Sword Master."

The Great Manjushri Bodhisattva murmured, and upon these words, everyone’s faces drastically changed.

The Sword Master!

Although the name of the Great Manjushri Bodhisattva had risen rapidly recently, his subordinates didn’t know the extent of his cultivation, and compared to the long-established Sword Master, they couldn’t help but feel a significant gap in their hearts.

However, Jinzha had great trust in the Great Manjushri Bodhisattva, believing that even two Sword Masters would be no match for his master.

"The entire army prepare for battle!"

Right at that moment, Yang Jian’s angry shout came from outside the tent, prompting the generals to swiftly walk out, with the Great Manjushri Bodhisattva following closely behind.

Encampments spread over several miles, one by one the soldiers emerged, facing the tens of thousands of sword cultivators sweeping across the sky, they each drew out their magical implements.

The Sword Master’s sky-piercing sword intent shredded the sea of clouds, even from a great distance, it seemed as if it could tear open the heavens, that sharp sword force causing pain to the onlookers’ eyes.

Yang Jian leaped into the air, drawing out his divine trident, preparing to face the fiercely approaching Sword Master, his face set in grave determination.

At that moment, the Great Manjushri Bodhisattva appeared by his side and said in a deep voice, "Leave this to me!"

Yang Jian paused briefly, then cupped his hands in salute and said, "I shall trouble my uncle then."

He understood he was no match for the Sword Master, so he didn’t recklessly engage in combat.

The Sword Master, riding his sword, locked his gaze on the Great Manjushri Bodhisattva and demanded sternly, "Who are you? State your name."

The Heavenly Court of Great Qin had seen the rise of many powerful individuals recently, and the name of the Great Manjushri Bodhisattva wasn’t very prominent, perhaps even less so than the Ten Heavenly Lords who set the Ten Ultimate Arrays.

"Manjushri."

The Great Manjushri Bodhisattva softly called out, yet his voice clearly reached the ears of the Sword Master.

The Sword Master squinted his eyes, the mention of "Manjushri" enabling him to quickly grasp his full name.

The Great Manjushri Bodhisattva?

Just how many Daluo Prime Immortals were under the Heavenly Emperor of Qin?

Upon this thought, the six precious swords behind the Sword Master swiftly unsheathed, forming countless sword shadows over his head, numbering in the millions, spreading across a hundred miles of the heavens. From the Great Manjushri Bodhisattva’s point of view, it was as if the space ahead was blanketed in sword shadows, creating an especially astonishing sight.

The millions of soldiers from the Heavenly Court of Great Qin who were witnessing the Sword Master in action for the first time were all left agape.

Was this the might of the world’s foremost sword cultivator, who could arrange such a powerful formation with a casual gesture?

The Great Manjushri Bodhisattva’s gaze sharpened, equally stunned by the Sword Master’s sword formation, but he was not afraid, in fact, his heart was without the slightest ripple.

"The Heavenly Emperor of Qin is tyrannical and overbearing, wishing to dominate the world alone. How many innocent beings have died because of him? Will you not see reason?"

The Sword Master spoke without emotion, trying to persuade. Previously, he had quite admired Qin Jun, but after Qin Jun became the world’s foremost emperor, he seemed to grow arrogant, going so far as to directly mobilize troops to conquer territories.

"His Majesty is the one destined to rule. If he were to unite the Xuandang Great World, then the world could be at peace, and fewer lives would be lost in the future. How can you mortals understand His Majesty’s great benevolence?"

The Great Manjushri Bodhisattva spoke with a stern face, causing the Sword Master to frown deeply.

He detested this ambition cloaked in the mantle of benevolence, for even the Sacred Court, after uniting the Xuandang Great World, did not bring peace to the land. The Sacred Court was very brutal in its external affairs.

Without hesitation, the Sword Master raised his right hand and countless sword shadows, like a torrential downpour, attacked the Great Manjushri Bodhisattva with a terrifying noise. If faced by an average person, the Sword Master’s sword formation would certainly scare them to death, with millions of sword shadows speeding towards themselves, the visual horror of it is hard to put into words.

This scene also made the soldiers and generals of the Heavenly Court of Great Qin break into a cold sweat for the Great Manjushri Bodhisattva.

Little did they know that the current Great Manjushri Bodhisattva, having reached the late phase of Daluo Prime Immortal cultivation, was two minor realms higher than the Sword Master. Facing the terrifying sword formation, he wouldn’t so much as blink an eye.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

Sword shadows tore through the air, drawing ever closer to Manjusri, the Glorious Dharma King.

Manjusri, the Glorious Dharma King, suddenly shouted, "Suppress!"

In an instant, a white character for "suppress" flew out from his mouth, growing larger and larger until it was as massive as Mount Tai, colliding directly with the flood of sword shadows and charging toward the Sword Master with countless sword shadows in tow.

One after another, the sword shadows struck the character and dispersed, shrouding the surface of the character in a mist.

Watching the unstoppable "suppress" character approaching, the Sword Master’s demeanor changed, and a storm of shock and awe surged in his heart, "What kind of divine power is this?"

The tens of thousands of sword cultivators behind him were stunned speechless.

This was the first time they had ever seen someone withstand the Sword Master’s sword formation head-on—the scene completely overturned their expectations.

As the "suppress" character drew ever closer, the Sword Master leaped up, rotating the long sword under his feet in a circle before catching it in his hand, thrusting it forward horizontally.

It was like an arrow cutting through the Cangqiong, striking the massive "suppress" character swiftly.

Even a mid-stage Daluo Immortal Realm cultivator wouldn’t dare to take the Sword Master’s sword head-on—it was too sharp.

Unfortunately for the Sword Master, Manjusri, the Glorious Dharma King, was a late-stage Daluo Immortal Realm entity.

Clang—

The tip of the sword struck the "suppress" character, emitting a metallic clang that was piercing to the ear.

The next second, the Sword Master was struck flying by the "suppress" character, and all beings observing the battle in the world were astonished.

In front of Manjusri, the Glorious Dharma King, the Sword Master seemed so utterly helpless!

"Is General Manjusri that powerful?"

"My heavens! That’s the Sword Master we’re talking about!"

"No wonder the Emperor chose him to be the commanding general and not General Yang."

"Worthy of being Erlang Shen’s martial uncle, how formidable!"

"After this battle, Manjusri, the Glorious Dharma King’s fame will surely skyrocket!"

The soldiers of the Great Qin Heavenly Court were exhilarated and began to cheer.

In his tent, Evening Star looked up at this scene, stroking his beard and exclaimed, "Indeed worthy of being one of the twelve immortals of Kunlun, truly formidable."

He was extremely reassured at heart, having followed Qin Jun from an early time and witnessed Qin Jun’s rise step by step.

Now under Qin Jun’s command, there were multitudes of talent and an endless emergence of powerful figures, no longer the unbending youth of yore.

Even compared to the Heavenly Court of a previous life, the Great Qin Heavenly Court was only stronger and not weaker.

Manjusri, the Glorious Dharma King, continued to walk through the void with sword shadows turned into mist around him, appearing to wander through a sea of clouds, graceful like an immortal.

"Sword Master, the Emperor holds you in high esteem. Why not surrender to our Great Qin Heavenly Court!"

The voice of Manjusri, the Glorious Dharma King, echoed through heaven and earth. These words were not only meant for the Sword Master but were also for those spies lurking in the shadows.

The goal was naturally to sow discord between the Sword Master and the other forces resisting Qin.

The Sword Master, flung hundreds of miles away, finally managed to steady himself, fresh blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with shock and awe.

"Another powerhouse on par with the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord?"

Grinding his teeth, the Sword Master’s eyes brimmed with unwillingness. He hadn’t expected to suffer another defeat at the hands of Qin Jun.

Last time, it was Xing Tian.

This time, it was Manjusri, the Glorious Dharma King.

Seething with rage, the Sword Master’s sword intent surged. Thousands of sword energies burst forth from his body, rampaging in all directions.