Chapter 656: Sword Mastery Perfection, A Thousand-Mile Pursuit of Souls_3

Chapter 656: Chapter 271: Sword Mastery Perfection, A Thousand-Mile Pursuit of Souls_3

The fur of the two demon beasts had already bristled, and their bodies were trembling slightly.

Clearly, they had realized the dreadful power of the sword light.

At the very least, they knew they couldn’t withstand this sword.

“Sword Evil Thunder Sound.”

Xiao Lin did not have as many thoughts as Weifu Bo. Seeing that Chen Ping’s sword technique seemed to have improved again, she joyfully exclaimed.

“Mother was right, it truly is Sword Evil Thunder Sound.”

Chen Ping let out a sigh, feeling a deep pain in his heart.

After spending over 2400 Tribulation Values, he made a major effort to directly elevate the Sword Control Technique to the Perfection realm, completing the Meridian and Geng Xin Swordsmanship. This powerful sword technique of the Dao Foundation level had been refined to the highest stage envisioned by the creator.

Xiao Lin and Weifu Bo, coming from Fubo Island, had followed Master Qiuyu for a long time in their youth and naturally had extraordinary knowledge.

They certainly recognized the Sword Evil Thunder Sound technique.

They even recognized the dragon-shaped light patterns around Chen Ping’s sword light as the Cyan Dragon Evil.

As for the origins of refining evil into the sword with Cyan Dragon Evil, it was no secret; having cultivated a True Dragon Dharma Body, gathering a few Cyan Dragon Evils was not difficult.

The challenging part was the realm of the swordsmanship.

Chen Ping also knew that the rumbling thunder sound of Sword Evil Thunder Sound was different from the Sword Qi Thunder Sound he previously conceived.

The latter’s sword technique created thunderous vibrations in battle, disrupting the air, a mere sword-handling technique.

The former, however, truly summoned heavenly thunder into the sword light, nearly matching divine techniques.

It had evildoer vanquishing, armor-breaking, speed-enhancing, and various special effects, along with the erosion of deadly energy…

For an ordinary Venerable Divine Martial without a powerful spiritual artifact, even one sword strike would be unblockable.

Especially when combined with the Sword Light Rainbow Transformation, the sword light was both ruthless and deadly, heavy and fast.

It compensated for the final shortcoming in Chen Ping’s Sword Control Technique.

The issue of slightly insufficient attack power.

Of course, this was not the greatest gain from elevating Meridian and Geng Xin Swordsmanship to Perfection.

No matter how strong the sword light, it was useless if it couldn’t hit the target.

Yujing City was over eight hundred miles away.

What Chen Ping valued most was the divine ability to sever heads a thousand miles away with the sword.

“Since it’s too late to catch up, there’s no need to rush. Let me go with the sword and behead that old fool.”

As soon as Chen Ping spoke, under the slightly strange gazes of the crowd, light flashed briefly at his brow, and a shadow carrying scintillating arc light fused into the sword light.

The sword light trembled sharply, extended three feet, and like a swimming fish, spiraled into the air, transforming into a thunderous arc light that swiftly vanished into the distance.

In the blink of an eye, only residual light lingered in their eyes, and the shadow of the flying sword was no longer visible.

“Wow, how fast…”

Han Xiaoru covered her mouth, taken aback.

She was accustomed to her junior brother closing his eyes to meditate and immediately becoming more formidable.

It was no longer surprising to her.

No matter what her junior brother did, it seemed as if it was meant to be.

But the scene before her eyes did startle her somewhat.

Soul Sword, instant travel over a thousand miles, the sword light vanishes, severing the enemy and returning.

Wasn’t this precisely the Sword Immortal character depicted in {Immortal Chronicles}?

…

“Do you really intend to stop me?”

Ji Tang’s face turned exceptionally grim.

In the past, wielding the power of a nation as the actual Supreme Emperor of the Great Li Dynasty, he might not have considered the two peerless experts from Yujing City noteworthy.

But times had changed.

Even though their cultivation was far inferior to his, they could still delay him.

If his hypothesis was correct, over eight hundred miles away at Rising Dragon Pass, that rebel boy had already sensed an anomaly and was quickly heading this way.

Deep within his soul, warnings flared, and a tremendous sense of danger weighed heavily on his heart.

‘I cannot stop him.’

While Ji Tang’s talent and capabilities fell far short of his brother’s, he wasn’t foolish or arrogant.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have gotten so close to achieving Perfection in the True Dragon Dharma Body realm.

Even his imperial sister-in-law, ten times stronger than him, with the Eleventh Layer Dragon King Dharma Body, had perished under that rebel’s sword. How could he dare to sit in the Imperial City and wait for someone to charge in?

Escape is the best strategy.

There was only one path.

And he must take it swiftly.

Ji Tang was fully aware and hence found the sight of the two before him all the more aggravating.

“Zen Master Baoshu, over a hundred years, my Great Li Dynasty has treated Wuxiang Zen Temple with great honor, granting it an extremely revered status. Your disciples and thousands of monks enjoyed tax exemption, abundance of rewards, and now you turn against your word?”

Ji Tang’s gaze swept over Monk Baoshu, shaking his head with a sigh.

He then turned his gaze towards the old Daoist adorned in a feathered robe and star crown, his eyes filled with anger.

“Chi Yangzi, as a State Preceptor, with status just below one, yet above all others, your disciples also enjoy high honor. Abandoning the nation to perish on the battlefield shouldn’t drive us to enmity, should it?”

While Wuxiang Zen Temple was only a guest with revered status but no real power, and their betrayal was somewhat understandable,

Venerable Chi Yang of the Pure Yang Sword Sect was biting the hand that fed him.

This was intolerable!

Chi Yangzi shook his head, eyes filled with compassion, looking at Ji Tang as if seeing a fool.

No more talks on past grievances, no more discussions of justice.

“Elder Ji, you plan to abandon the eight prefectures, disregard the lives and deaths of its billions, seeking only the Perfection of Dharma Body and escaping beyond the heavens with such treacherous acts akin to a demon?

Our Pure Yang Sword Sect, though long declined, never forgets our vow to slay demons. More words are futile; on the path of cultivation, there’s no right or wrong, only life or death.”

Reaching Mid-Stage Divine Martial Realm, divination became second nature.

Chi Yangzi was already torn, unsure whether to uphold the Great Li Dynasty or welcome a new emperor.

He simply couldn’t decide.

Though emotionally attached from years of favor and reverence, rationally, he understood that Great Li Dynasty’s days seemed numbered.

Both heaven and earth rejected it, and even the populace had lost faith; what purpose did the dynasty have left?

Though the Ji Family royal trusted him and treated his disciples well, they regarded the people as mere livestock, unworthy of consideration.

In such a scenario, Chi Yangzi often wondered if he erred in serving the court initially.

Continuing like this, death and destruction awaited, not mere difficulty in his path of cultivation.

If that was all, he might have remained indecisive until he saw Ji Tang’s actions and discerned his true intentions. Only then did he realize the threat to his sect and his life.

He had no choice but to act.

Inwardly cursing, Chi Yangzi drew his sword, flames roaring, declaring his stance early on.

Monk Baoshu rarely spoke, his form blending into the air, becoming elusive clouds and mist…

From a minor Buddhist sect, the Wuxiang Zen Temple survived the battle on Fubo Island, preserving its teachings by chance, a fortunate outcome.

Monk Baoshu, wise from a young age, though unsuccessful in Formless Zen Scripture, mastered the Six Phases—cloud, mist, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning. While he couldn’t match Chi Yangzi in direct confrontation, he excelled in harassment and stealth.

With a single-minded focus to hinder, no matter how strong Ji Tang was, swift triumph over Monk Baoshu was impossible.