Chapter 103: A Single Sword Slays Ten Thousand Demons
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Vast City, Xuanyuan Sect.
“Old friend Gou, you should know well that any slight movement within the Xuanyuan Sect will cause the entire continent to stir, especially at a time like this!”
The old cultivator laughed, “Haha, the Xuanyuan Sect is the wind vane of the continent; naturally, its traditions cannot be lightly broken. But since we cannot change the timing, then let us change the location and the method! What say you?”
“You decide!”
“Since the Xuanyuan Sect does not wish to engage in all-out war now, yet the demon clans wish to seize the southwestern border and have already begun to act on this desire, I believe we must not let them do so easily!”
“So?”
“Set the contest location at the southwestern border, and change the competition method to killing demon cultivators. How about that? I’m sure the demons will be very pleased!”
“Feasible! If the southwest border is like this, then so is the northwest border. The Xuanyuan Sect will immediately issue a continent-wide order: all cultivators may participate in this contest. The deep-sea demon cultivators, the barbarian tribes of the northwest—if they want war, then let it begin with the youth!”
Inside the Gou Family Auction Hall.
“What?” Li Chengye exclaimed, “They’re changing both the location and the method of the grand competition?”
Zhong Jingyun’s eyes swept over him, scolding, “What’s there to be so shocked about? The southwest and northwest borders have been occupied by demon cultivators and barbarians. Using the killing of demon and barbarian cultivators as the contest score, isn’t that a good thing?”
Li Chengye quickly shut his mouth.
But his mind was already made up.
He would not go!
In the original contest, he could admit defeat if he lost.
But against demon cultivators and barbarians? Ha! It was a matter of life or death.
He was not about to throw his life away for nothing.
Those willing to go were likely geniuses striving to become elite disciples.
But he was not one of them, and neither were many others.
Therefore, he was certain the number of participants would be very, very few!
An hour later, the colossal presence dominating the Central Continent, the Xuanyuan Sect, issued a decree across the entire continent.
The order was brief but earth-shattering!
“Kill demons in the southwest, slay barbarians in the northwest. In Vast City, the Heavenly Rankings hang high—those named on the list are the elites!”
Within less than an hour of the order being issued, the entire continent erupted in excitement.
Hundreds of millions of young cultivators began stepping onto the teleportation arrays.
In Vast City, which stretched thousands of miles, a screen cloth about four or five hundred zhang in size hung high in the sky.
On the screen were two large characters: “Heavenly Rankings.”
A youth dressed in simple Taoist robes stood barefoot in the middle of Vast City, looking up at the Heavenly Rankings.
He murmured, “Kill demons in the southwest, slay barbarians in the northwest. Fine, but with time so tight, walking is impossible; teleportation is the only way.”
In a study room, Dongfang Jinglong pushed open the window and looked up.
The two grand characters of the Heavenly Rankings fluttered alone on the screen cloth.
He softly said, “As the books often say: ‘Longevity is not a matter of lineage; cultivators must rely on their own strength!’ This change to the contest is excellent!”
No sooner had he spoken than he vanished in an instant.
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Countless gifted prodigies gathered in Vast City. Upon seeing the Heavenly Rankings above them, they no longer hesitated but teleported swiftly toward the southwest and northwest.
Southwestern border.
Su Yizhao gazed down from a hundred li high toward Sanwu City.
It was here he had once met Chi Xiangdong.
He had seen with his own eyes the hustle and bustle of Sanwu City; though it could not compare with Kaoshan City, it was still considered a large city on the southwestern frontier.
But now, in his spiritual perception, where was the crowd?
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The streets were cold and desolate, with no shops, no stalls, not even cultivators.
Suddenly, a cultivator flew out from Sanwu City.
“A human cultivator?” The cultivator stood in the middle of the street, a hundred li apart, looking up and exchanging glances with Su Yizhao in the sky.
Su Yizhao descended slowly.
A ferocious smile appeared on the cultivator’s face.
At a hundred zhang above the ground, Su Yizhao stopped and asked, “Where are they?”
The cultivator answered cruelly, “What do you think?”
Su Yizhao’s spiritual sense covered all of Sanwu City. There were indeed many cultivators, but mixed among them were some shrimp-crab demons.
All were demon cultivators!
Only those above the Five God Realm could take human form among the demon clans.
In his spiritual perception, inside the houses, tens of thousands of demon cultivators and shrimp-crabs glared at him with hatred.
Su Yizhao recalled the cultivators who had died miserably in the mines!
Death!
He suddenly plummeted straight down from the sky!
The rushing wind made his Taoist robes flutter loudly.
In an instant, he had sentenced all the demon cultivators to death.
In his eyes, the cultivator standing in the street watched him silently.
At a hundred zhang high, the distance closed in a flash.
When they were ten zhang apart, the cultivator suddenly moved!
His right hand clenched into a fist and struck toward him.
Su Yizhao whispered, “Accelerate!”
In an instant, there was no one in the air.
“Boom!”
A thunderous sound echoed as the void where Su Yizhao had been was torn apart—his fist struck empty air.
A Void Realm cultivator!
Su Yizhao’s heart tightened!
The cultivator was shocked.
At that moment, a foot suddenly appeared above its head. It was startled and tried to dodge, but it was too late.
“Crack!”
Its crown was crushed instantly!
“Bang!”
The entire street shook violently as Su Yizhao stood firmly on the ground.
A Void Realm cultivator, dead with a single strike!
At this moment, figures shot out from all directions within the city.
Su Yizhao looked coldly at them.
On the ground, the corpse of the Void Realm cultivator gradually transformed. In moments, it became the body of a giant shrimp.
Seven or eight breaths later, the entire street was packed with demon cultivators.
“The leader is dead?”
“How is that possible? The leader was Void Realm? Are there Void Realm humans here?”
“Kill him! Avenge the leader!”
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Su Yizhao’s mind moved, and the Nine Sons United Sword was instantly summoned.
“Kill!”
“Kill! There’s only one of him—kill him!”
The demon cultivators and shrimp-crabs swarmed forward!
Su Yizhao formed hand seals with his right hand, and nine flying swords immediately surrounded his body.
“Buzz...!”
The flying swords spun rapidly, eager and voracious.
“Qiankun Sword Technique, unleash!”
From his dantian, the heptagonal pool of profound energy erupted at seven nodes simultaneously.
The nine flying swords interlaced, slowly extending into a vast sword web.
“Die!”
“Kill!”
Thousands of cultivators surged forward, countless blades, spears, swords, and maces whistling through the air.
Su Yizhao pointed forward with the hand seals of his right hand.
At once, the sword web met the thousands of weapons.
“Scratch, scratch...!”
Where the sword web passed, only dust remained.
All the spiritual weapons were reduced to fragments.
“Not good!”
“Retreat!”
Thousands of demon cultivators hurriedly tried to stop moving.
But the sword web had already covered them.
“Buzz, buzz, buzz...!”
“Crack, crack...!”
The sound of the sword web’s sharp blades slicing through flesh and bone rang out.
In an instant, all the demon cultivators froze!
Some were suspended in midair, others on the ground, some still in attacking postures, others turning to flee!
The entire city fell silent!
After one breath, all the demon cultivators turned to bloody fragments, falling to the ground!
“Plop, plop, plop...!”
Immediately, the city echoed with the sounds of blood and flesh falling and flowing.
Blood mixed with chunks of flesh flowed as Su Yizhao soared into the air, spiritual sense sweeping over the city—there was not a single living demon cultivator left.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...!”
Nine sword lights flew back in an instant.
Su Yizhao looked over the demon cultivators gradually returning to their original forms on the ground and let out a long roar.
The Great Perfection of the Qiankun Sword Technique—one sword can slaughter an entire city!
Su Yizhao shot up into the sky, locking onto his direction, and sped toward the Xuanyuan Sect.