Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 449 - 399: Divine Thunder Punishment Sword, Indestructible Golden Body

Chapter 449: Chapter 399: Divine Thunder Punishment Sword, Indestructible Golden Body

Western Bank of Lishui River.

The river water suddenly trembled, creating waves that furiously slapped against the shore.

Countless tiny droplets splattered, and amidst the misty fog, a figure abruptly appeared, sprinting with a broad blade in tow.

As he roared loudly,

the stormy winds and rain descended abruptly, and the sky was illuminated with flashes of lightning.

In his hand, the broad blade suddenly surged with massive electric serpents, faintly lifting as if choosing its prey.

With a single step covering more than thirty feet, in merely the time of two breaths, he had already neared the Heaven Worship Platform.

His opponent had not yet drawn their blade.

The heavy sharpness, like a heavenly saber hanging overhead, pressed down on everyone’s necks, making them feel as though disaster was about to strike at any moment, leaving their bones feeling soft and their bodies stiff with cold.

The previously excited and surging cheers suddenly ceased, leaving only the heavy breathing of hundreds of thousands of people around.

Such was the might of one man.

"With man’s heart sensing the heavenly heart, Heaven-Man Sensitivity, this person is a Sword Technique Grandmaster..."

Zhan Shanhe led the troops arranged on the eastern side, seeing the comer’s might, her heart raced with urgency.

If her younger martial brother were to be slain on the platform during the ritual,

would it not become a joke to the entire world?

She bit her tongue fiercely, rallying her fighting spirit, and bellowed, "Formation!"

The square formation of ten thousand people behind her, stimulated by the roar, reflexively gathered their Qi-Blood, roaring out sounds of murderous intent.

After all, practicing six shichen a day and eating well-prepared meals for nearly a month had drilled the coordination into their very bones.

There might still be various obstacles during an encounter with enemies, but forming the Gather Blood, Condensing Array, and combining their strength to face the enemy were still within their capabilities.

A blood light rushed toward Zhan Shanhe, who forcefully swung her broad blade, howling as she advanced to block in front, slashing down with One Slash.

Around her, Gang Qi condensed as if tangible, laced with a thick blood color. She could neither open her eyes nor breathe comfortably. Amidst the raging wind, she faced the incoming blue and white light shadow and furiously slashed down.

"Not bad, commendable fighting spirit, but too shallow in cultivation..."

The rapidly approaching light shadow suddenly swelled with electric light, lifting its left hand. Amidst the howling wind, suddenly a thunderous python emerged, and within the sizzling sounds, the ground ten feet ahead had turned pitch black, the surface cracking deeply.

With an intangible Sword Intent, he gathered a tangible blade.

The attacking light shadow had not truly drawn his blade yet.

Zhan Shanhe’s Top Three Great Swords in her hands were already intensely vibrating with fissures.

Her face flushed with blood, she roared and swung...

Clang...

The seventy-two-pound broad blade of the Top Three Great Swords had already broken into three pieces. The tremendous rebounding force caused her massive figure to fly backward like a clod of earth, heavily crashing into the military formation, eliciting a wave of gasps.

Just as the attacking light shadow had said.

The disparity in their cultivation was too vast.

Zhan Shanhe couldn’t even block a single Sword Qi or a fraction of Sword Intent.

Crashing to the ground, half her body charred, she frantically vomited blood and struggled to rise for a good while.

Atop the high platform, the slowly chanting voice concluding the ritual speech suddenly rose three pitches, turning stern, yet neither too hurried nor too slow, carrying a strength that reassured the hearts of the people...

"...may the Four Seas be calm, and all under heaven unified. With this earnest sacrifice, we pray for your indulgence!

Zhou Ping’an lifted three burning incense sticks, and where the wild wind passed, the incense remained unextinguished, and his robes were not disheveled.

"Heaven-bearing Sword King!"

Zhan Shanhe had just been forcefully retreated.

Among the final sounds of the sacrificial text, a figure had already, riding furiously on a horse, rushed out.

This person was enveloped in starlight, and his great spear shone dimly with wisps of black air, forming into a Star Fiend Beast Head, corresponding with the Celestial Star above and protecting the common people below, merging man and horse into a single dark golden sharp light, piercing toward the attacking light shadow.

"A child of the warrior clan? Twenty-Eight Lunar Mansions Heart Moon Fox... has some skill."

The Star Fiend Spear stabbed out thrice in quick succession, but Yu Changlie had already taken three steps back, his heart rising with infinite frustration.

He was well-informed and had heard many ancient legends.

Naturally, he had heard the stories of Heaven-Bearing Sword King Yue Chengtian.

This person, as the Great Red Lotus General, had once raised storms of bloodshed, disrupting all directions, with extraordinary combat power.

Moreover, Yue Chengtian was brutal, strictly disciplined in governing his troops, and often used humans as military provisions after breaking through cities, leaving burnt earth wherever he passed.

There were rumors that this man had died in battle.

There were also rumors that this Red Lotus General, seeing the adverse situation, disbanded his troops, changed his appearance, and fled from the pursuit to live in hiding.

Unexpectedly, not only was he still alive, but he was also still so fierce.

The first thing he did after coming out of seclusion was to attempt to slay Master Ming.

What an absurdity!

The opponent had not drawn his blade.

Yet, the entire rushing body was an indestructible long blade.

The Sword Intent invaded the body, causing limbs and bones to turn numb.

A casual, mountain-like heavy left palm flick swiped, which was enough to deflect his own exquisitely strange marksmanship entirely.

A thread of sword light, quiet as electricity and as bright as light, silently slashed to his chest.

In a busy moment, Yu Changlie wrapped his spear around his body, standing it upright in front of him.

Squelch...

The Hundred Refined Fine Steel great spear couldn’t withstand this force either.

It broke apart.

The tremendous impact caused him and his horse to fly sideways, crashing to the ground and sliding seven or eight zhang away.

The light shadow had already leaped into the air, level with the platform, dragging the long blade behind it. The blade turned into a blazing streak of light and roared as it slashed down.

Boom...

As if heaven itself was meting out punishment.

In midair, a lightning serpent as thick as a water bucket was intertwining with the lightning from his strike, descending upon Zhou Ping’an’s head with the speed of a thunderclap.

It seemed destined to split him in two.

From dragging his sword as he rushed forward to gathering his strength and harboring his killing intent to drawing upon Heaven and Earth’s Divine Opportunity...

This man had seized the initiative, building momentum amid thunder and flashes of lightning. After defeating two generals consecutively, his aura had climbed to its peak.

With one slash, it was as if he intended to split the entire hillside of the high platform into dust.

A myriad of fine lightning sparks sprayed out simultaneously.

The light dazzled people’s eyes, obscuring not only their sense of location but also their sight of the sword.

Everyone felt a sense of despair and helplessness rise within them.

Faced with the might of Heaven and Earth, humans seemed incredibly insignificant.

Even if one were to resist, what could it change?

Boom...

Ripples of air waved and overlapped in midair.

They pulsed ceaselessly like water waves.

The three-zhang tall platform sank abruptly, the solid earth within a several tens of zhang radius collapsed and fractured, sinking three feet...

Amidst the swirling dust and debris, there appeared an old man with a pale face and silver hair combed upwards, his body suspended askew midair.

The Broad Blade with its broad back and pointed tip stretched out three chi three points toward the purple robe, unable to fall any further.

Another pale blue long sword, emitting layers of flowing light, was held invertedly in a golden palm and positioned horizontally in front of him.

The blade extended across like a cold moon hanging high.

Its edge faced the boundary between sea and sky...

Though it seemed close enough to touch, it felt as far away as the horizon.

No matter how hard Yue Chengtian pressed the sword with force, it was like facing an insurmountable mountain, immovable.

All the accumulated thunderous power had been absorbed by that sword, that figure whose appearance resembled a gold-painted statue within a temple...

Not only had Zhou Ping’an’s face not lost any of its golden radiance, it seemed even more dazzling.

Inside and outside his body, there was nothing but bright light, perfectly round and brilliantly golden.

The vast thunderous light that penetrated his body was like undergoing electrotherapy.

Pain, numbness, itching—within the destruction, new life was sparked, cycling continuously.

Such was the strength and momentum, something he originally could not have resisted.

After all, the force of Heaven and Earth, even when absorbed into a small extent by the opponent, was not easily handled.

A slight misstep could destroy the flesh and shatter the spirit.

But, after the Completion of the King of Light’s Golden Body Technique, there were advantages.

It could absolutely withstand.

So long as the body didn’t initially endure a power exceeding the structure of the flesh, the circulation of Qi would remain unbroken and undamaged, able to divert and guide the force into the earth.

The opponent had gathered force for one stroke, sprinted more than three hundred zhang, invoked Heaven and Earth’s Divine Opportunity and slashed down forcefully with a ferocity and lethal intent unmatched; however, when the blade struck Zhou Ping’an’s, it was like a light breeze brushing against the face, utterly ineffective.

"Can you withstand one of my slashes, but can you withstand ten, a hundred of them?"

Yue Chengtian had gone through great lengths to focus his energy, utilizing the force as if meting out divine punishment with his slash, yet the strike hit nothing but emptiness, leaving him extremely embarrassed, with a murderous chill flashing through his narrowed eyes.

His body suspended in midair, he exerted force from his waist, the blade’s edge flickered and transformed into thousands of silver snakes, sweeping across the ground.

Clanging intensely like a rapid rainfall.

Until it merged into one continuous sound, indistinct to the ears.

It seemed like a moment, yet also as if a long time had passed.

Suddenly, one gold and one white ray of light split apart, each standing at opposite ends of the high platform, ten zhang apart.

Zhou Ping’an’s purple robe remained impeccable, his complexion lightly golden, and his palm shimmered with threads of deep blue starlight; in his hand, Cang Yue’s precious blade remained unscathed.

Yue Chengtian, however, appeared far more disheveled.

His grey robe hung loosely at his waist, revealing dry, iron-like muscles.

Three fen to the left of his heart.

A cut three inches deep into the flesh, the skin split open, blood slowly trickling out.

Above the high platform, the difference in their positions was clear.

From their outward appearances, everyone could tell who had gained the upper hand in that flurry of gold and white lights, with thousands of strikes exchanged in rapid succession.

"Heaven-Bearing Sword King Chengtian, that’s all you amount to. If you don’t have any new tricks, old man, today is the day you die."

Zhou Ping’an spoke indifferently.

His tone was flat and unrippled.

It was as if he was stating a mere fact.

He of course knew who Heaven-Bearing Sword King Yue Chengtian was.

Since coming down from the headquarters of Nine Luminaries Mountain Red Lotus, the opponent hadn’t hidden his movements or his aims.

The spies of the Qingnü Sect stationed everywhere had long since gathered this intelligence and reported it via carrier pigeons.

So much so that Zhou Ping’an felt a constant thorn in his side, seeking every means to accelerate his cultivation.

He knew well that this man was not one for courtesy.

Worried that the opponent could attack unexpectedly at any time and any place.

Without formidable personal strength, even if he assembled thousands of troops and hid in a military camp, he would not feel safe at all.

When the old man had suddenly appeared previously, amidst the storm and thunder, with Martial Intent reaching godlike responsiveness to Heaven-Man Sensitivity, it truly was an indescribable marvel, and for martial artists below the grandmaster realm facing such a force of Heaven and Earth, it was indeed almost impossible to resist.

Even a slight divine might was still divine might, enhancing techniques and Martial Intent naturally suppressed the opponent, making the attacks unpredictably divine when executed.

However, once the actual combat commenced, Zhou Ping’an found that it was nothing more than that.

No matter how high the opponent’s realm.

To cause harm, one must target the spirit and the body.

If he couldn’t suppress his spirit, and couldn’t damage his body, all the blustering was useless.