Chapter 100: A Single Sword Pierces the Heavens, Utterly Defenseless

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As news of Fang Wang’s arrival began to spread, he stood facing the wind, his gaze fixed on the distant pillar of blood-red mist. Within that ominous column, he could discern terrifying figures.
“What exactly is that?”
Fang Wang’s heart stirred with unease; the blood-red pillar unsettled him deeply. If it contained Lu Yuanjun’s ghostly artifact, its power would be absurdly overwhelming.
One after another, demonic cultivators from the Chi Demon Sect surged forward, intent on stopping him. Before he could strike, Xiao Zi opened her serpent’s maw, unleashing a vast sword aura that swept away their spells with overwhelming force, forcing them into a panicked retreat.
As Fang Wang plunged into the battlefield, more and more great cultivators took notice of his presence, including those around the sacrificial altar.
Xu Qiuming looked at the figures of Fang Wang and Xiao Zi, a faint smile playing on his lips. He turned to the white-haired man beside him and said, “I hope you won’t beg for mercy next.”
The white-haired man raised an eyebrow slightly. For Xu Qiuming to treat him with such gravity, the newcomer’s strength must be no ordinary matter.
The purple-clad man standing atop the massive black python’s head kept his gaze locked onto Fang Wang, his eyes darkening with greed, his thoughts unreadable.
Fang Hanyu, engaged in battle, glanced up just in time to see Xiao Zi’s enormous form sweeping overhead, a smile spreading across his face.
“You’ve finally come.”
Fang Hanyu whispered to himself, his speed suddenly increasing.
Seeing Fang Wang arrive bolstered his confidence tremendously; he resolved to fight without restraint, for once Fang Wang shattered the Chi Demon Sect’s leading warrior, the war would be over.
Several miles away, Fang Zigeng clutched an ancient jade, leaping and dodging attacks from all directions. At this moment, he could only focus on his own survival.
Suddenly, corpses rained from the sky. Just as Fang Zigeng steadied himself, he instinctively looked up and saw Xiao Zi’s massive form and Fang Wang’s retreating back.
Fang Wang raised his left hand, and the majestic Heavenly Heaven Halberd cut through the sky, returning to his grasp.
Fang Zigeng blinked, confirming he hadn’t been mistaken, then exhaled deeply.
Staring at Fang Wang’s back, Fang Zigeng felt a deep envy. Even amid this hellish battlefield shrouded in darkness, Fang Wang’s mere presence brought boundless hope. His silhouette was so reliable.
“Someday, whenever that may be, I hope to possess such grace...”
Fang Zigeng sighed inwardly, then turned to aid the other disciples of the Taiyuan Sect.
Cutting down enemies along the way, wielding only his great halberd, Fang Wang’s gaze never wavered from the blood-red pillar ahead.
Xiao Zi relentlessly spat sword aura, striking down countless demon sect cultivators en route. The deeper they advanced, the fewer dared to confront them.
Soon, Fang Wang was less than three miles from the corpse-strewn area around the altar. His attention was drawn to the white-haired man before Xu Qiuming.
This man was formidable!
That was Fang Wang’s first impression of the white-haired figure.
The white-haired man leapt into the air, soaring a hundred zhang high. Holding a wooden sword, he stepped forward midair. A powerful sword intent burst forth from his body, shaking heaven and earth, causing cultivators within a hundred-mile radius to turn their heads.
Zhao Chuanqian, lying on the ground with barely a breath left, struggled to lift his head. Opening his eyes, he saw the white-haired man walking toward the horizon, where a snake demon was steadily growing larger, with a figure seemingly perched atop its serpent head.
After several breaths, Zhao Chuanqian finally recognized the figure.
It was him...
A faint smile appeared on Zhao Chuanqian’s face.
Just how strong was Fang Wang, who had broken through to the Concentration Realm?
He looked forward to it with great confidence.
Xiao Zi had already slowed her pace, eyes fixed warily on the white-haired man as if facing a dire enemy.

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The Heavenly Palace Halberd in Fang Wang’s hand slowly vanished. His right hand reached toward the storage pouch at his waist, pretending to draw out a sword hilt. With a sideways sweep of his hand, a blade of white light burst forth from the sword guard.
The Rainbow Sword!
Upon seeing the Rainbow Sword, the white-haired man’s expression shifted slightly. His sword intent surged, forming a visible sword aura around him like a raging flood breaking through the storm clouds above—a truly magnificent sight.
Behind Fang Wang, dozens of sword shadows appeared in an instant, quickly reaching thirty-six in number.
The Astonishing Thirty-Six Sword Technique!
Swordmaster against swordmaster, words were unnecessary; their eyes met, each knowing only one could survive this encounter.
With the release of the Astonishing Thirty-Six Swords, Fang Wang’s aura far surpassed the Concentration Realm, moving the purple-clad man to admiration.
Chen Anshi frowned deeply, looking at Fang Wang with a mixture of fear and jealousy.
“This kid’s growth is unbelievably rapid!”
“Good thing I called in the Great Cultivator of the Celestial Stealing Sect ahead of time, or he might have single-handedly turned the tide,” Chen Anshi thought with a shudder. His eyes instinctively sought Lu Yuanjun but found no trace of him.
In the dim world, tens of thousands of eyes fixed on Fang Wang and the white-haired man.
The battle raged on, but both the righteous three teachings and the Chi Demon Sect had heard of Fang Wang’s fame and knew his performance would decide the outcome.
Fang Wang was the brightest, most formidable presence in a hundred years!
Even a thousand years ago, few could rival him!
Just then!
The white-haired man struck first. His gaze sharpened, and his sword shadows transformed into a torrential storm sweeping at Fang Wang. Sword aura and shadow poured from his body, engulfing the space ahead, leaving afterimages like a scroll painted with sword aura unfurling.
It surged toward Fang Wang!
Fang Wang raised the Rainbow Sword, pointing it at the white-haired man. With a twist of his right hand, the Astonishing Thirty-Six Swords exploded forth!
The thirty-six swords swept around him, swiftly merging into a colossal sword aura.
Xiao Zi trembled all over, feeling an icy chill as if immersed in a frozen crypt.
Boom—
The two powerful sword intents collided, their sword auras battling fiercely, producing a deafening roar that drew countless cultivators’ attention.
Following their gaze, two torrents of sword aura appeared beside the blood-red pillar, like a celestial veil stretched midair. As the giant sword aura advanced, fleeting images of Fang Wang and the white-haired man appeared, multiplying into hundreds of sword-wielding afterimages locked in battle.
It was breathtaking and vast!
The massive sword aura formed by the Astonishing Thirty-Six Swords surged forward unrelentingly, forcibly tearing through the white-haired man’s sword aura scroll and swiftly erasing his afterimages.
The white-haired man’s pupils suddenly dilated. He instantly vanished into the distance, reappearing beside Xu Qiuming. Sliding back half a zhang, he revealed just how desperate he had been moments before.
With his retreat, his sword intent dissipated instantly. The Astonishing Sword Aura slashed across the sky, cleaving through the thunderclouds, sunlight pouring down. The gust left behind shimmered with chilling cold, as if countless shards of sword blades remained.
This rainbow of sword aura intertwined with the blood-red pillar, seemingly dividing heaven and earth into four distinct realms.
This scene left both righteous and demonic cultivators stunned and trembling.
One sword from Fang Wang held such formidable power?
The Sleepy Immortal manipulated his golden mirror, astonished. “This kid… perhaps even the former Sword Saint did not possess such ability.”
No one answered him.
Fang Wang’s single swordstroke silenced the entire battlefield; it was overwhelmingly dominant!
From afar, Fang Wang seemed to have cleaved the heavens in two. No one had ever witnessed sword aura this powerful.
The battling cultivators of both righteous and demonic paths instinctively drew back, all eyes turning toward the center of the battlefield.

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Fang Wang stood atop Xiao Zi’s head, chin slightly raised, sword pointed at the white-haired man, his gaze disdainful as he softly said, “Is this all your sword can muster?”
Under the blessing of the celestial sword intent, his voice boomed like thunder from the heavens, echoing across the battlefield without end.
He was not merely seeking to display his power; this act lifted the morale of the righteous three teachings and intimidated the demon path, reducing casualties.
The white-haired man frowned deeply, his hand gripping the wooden sword trembling slightly.
Not far off, Xu Qiuming laughed heartily, thoroughly exhilarated.
Without hesitation, the white-haired man leapt forward, sword raised, charging at Fang Wang.
Fang Wang’s expression shifted; he too sprang upward, wings like a great roc unfolding as his aura surged.
Battle Spirit Mastery!
In that instant, all thought but combat vanished from Fang Wang’s mind. His speed skyrocketed as he dove toward the white-haired man.
The two clashed midair, their sword swings so swift that dazzling afterimages bewildered the eyes. Sword aura exploded outward, scattering in all directions, forcing even Xu Qiuming to dodge.
Their movements were blindingly fast, pure swordsmanship battling sword intent, sword aura flaring!
Boom!
They crashed to the ground, kicking up a billowing dust cloud. Fang Wang shook his sword fiercely, while the white-haired man raised his sword to block, eyes wide with terror.
“What a fast sword... such overwhelming sword intent... How can there be such a swordsman here?”
The white-haired man thought in horror. Despite his all-out effort, every sword stroke from Fang Wang targeted the flaws in his technique, forcing him into a desperate defense. His body bore multiple fresh wounds, though the speed of their duel concealed this from onlookers.
In less than four breaths, the white-haired man had over twenty sword wounds!
Engaging in close combat with one who possessed the Battle Spirit was his greatest mistake!
Of course, in terms of sword aura alone, he was already defeated!
In an extremely short time, their swords had clashed over five hundred times. Realizing he was no match, the white-haired man’s heart wavered with thoughts of retreat.
But Fang Wang, having activated Battle Spirit Mastery, would not allow it.
As the white-haired man attempted to dodge and leap away, Fang Wang reversed his grip on the sword and stepped rapidly before him. Their eyes locked, and Fang Wang’s gaze sent a chill through his opponent’s heart.
Such cold eyes!
Five centuries of sword training, yet never had the white-haired man encountered such a gaze.
Swoosh!
The white-haired man was sliced and sent flying, blood spraying. Before he could fall, Fang Wang closed in for another strike.
Now utterly defenseless, the white-haired man’s defense faltered. Each parry earned him two more wounds.
This scene was witnessed by many cultivators, an entirely different spectacle than before—
A one-sided battle!
The mysterious white-haired man was utterly outmatched by Fang Wang, without any ability to resist!
Yet many had seen how the white-haired man had defeated Xu Qiuming—
At that time, Xu Qiuming had been as defenseless as the white-haired man was now...
Dodging sword aura, Xu Qiuming watched the fight with exhilaration, his heart swelling with an indescribable emotion toward Fang Wang in this moment.