Chapter 1876 - 192: Witness the Azure Sky, Jiang Ning Strikes!

At this moment, Su Qingying also ceased her backward flight.

She slightly turned her head and could see Jiang Ning’s sharply defined chin.

"He’s very strong!" Su Qingying said.

"I know!" Jiang Ning looked ahead and nodded slightly.

"Be careful of that sword of his that hasn’t been drawn!" Su Qingying reminded again.

Jiang Ning nodded his head.

Earlier, he had already noticed the long sword in the right hand of the white-robed Sword Immortal, sheathed in its scabbard.

This sword had remained in the white-robed Sword Immortal’s right hand since he appeared, never unsheathed.

Before Su Qingying made her move, the white-robed Sword Immortal had only used his fingers as a sword, without even employing that flying sword.

"A magnificent Sword Immortal, indeed a sight of the azure sky!" At this moment, a bold voice rang out from the front.

Jiang Ning looked over.

It was the Martial King who had stepped forward with him when Su Qingying was injured.

Now, the Martial King stood upright before him, squarely between him and the white-robed Sword Immortal.

Looking at that robust figure, Jiang Ning felt a slight warmth in his heart.

In the Royal Capital, there were many strong warriors.

When Su Qingying was injured, only the Martial King and he stood up without hesitation.

For this reason alone, he acknowledged the Martial King’s character.

"Who are you?" the white-robed Sword Immortal asked indifferently.

"A First-grade King of Great Xia, crowned by martial prowess, titled the Martial King!" Xiang Yuan replied.

"Martial King? Never heard of it." The white-robed Sword Immortal said coolly.

At this moment.

Jiang Ning had already released Su Qingying’s waist.

Then, he flashed to the Martial King’s side.

"Martial King, leave it to me!"

"No way!" The Martial King shook his head, his tone firm, "Now that he’s said that, I can’t just walk away so easily! Since I’m here, no matter what, I have to face him once!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning showed a wry smile.

He understood why the Martial King had such thoughts.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, seeing how the white-robed Sword Immortal spoke to Xiang Yuan with indifference.

This demeanor, more than mockery, was harder to accept.

That was disregard, an attitude that only appeared when one was not on the same level.

In the next moment.

The Martial King’s figure soared into the sky, his Qi-Blood roaring like dragon and tiger.

He threw a punch.

The Fist Intent became tangible, gold light erupted, and the Divine Power within him exploded in an instant.

As the punch descended, the void trembled, air waves surged, pressing directly towards the white-robed Sword Immortal.

The momentum was so grand, it had the power to crumble mountains and shatter seas.

Then, seeing that formidable punch, the white-robed Sword Immortal merely gave it a bland glance, his eyes without a ripple.

"A mere mortal, with a weak divine soul, dares to approach me?"

As the words fell.

A clear light suddenly shone from between his eyebrows, a Sword Intent that was intangible yet extremely sharp burst forth in an instant.

That was the Primordial Spirit Sword!!

Invisible and intangible, directly cleaving the divine soul!

The Martial King felt a chill explode from deep within his Spirit Platform, as if an invisible sharp blade instantly sliced into the depths of his consciousness, tearing apart his divine soul.

His pupils constricted, the punch undelivered, but his body suddenly stiffened, and the light in his eyes dimmed at an observable speed.

"Pff—"

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted from his mouth, his body fell like a kite with a broken string, heavily crashing onto the ground, dust flying, and the earth trembling.

He struggled to rise, but felt splitting pain in his head, as waves of tearing pain emanated from deep within his divine soul, as if a sword was still stirring in his mind, muddling his consciousness, unable to gather any strength.

"Senior Brother!" Xiao Wuque suddenly appeared beside Xiang Yuan, reaching out to support him.

"Junior Brother, I...I’m fine!!" The Martial King gritted his teeth, slowly speaking, but large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Drip by drip, they fell on the soil, seeping into the layers of dirt.

He raised his head, looking at the figure hovering above, gazing down with an indifferent expression.

Veins popped on his forehead, sweat dripped: "Good... a good Primordial Spirit Sword Technique!"

The white-robed Sword Immortal looked down aloofly and glanced over the Martial King.

"You managed to withstand one Primordial Spirit Sword from me, that’s not bad!"

"However, the gap between the mortal and the Immortal is impossible to bridge by human effort! The so-called strength of Martial Arts, in front of a true Immortal Dao expert, is still insignificant!"

Xiang Yuan gritted his teeth, his expression somewhat unwilling.

He wanted to speak, but words failed him.

Because he knew, in this situation, any words were powerless and ineffective.

And at this moment, witnessing this scene, Jiang Ning understood.

This white-robed Sword Immortal, although still of mortal flesh, had not truly become an Immortal.

But he had long since condensed his Primordial Spirit, and the fluctuations of his Primordial Spirit were extremely strong.

Obviously, he had achieved the Immortal Realm of Primordial Spirit for a long time.

With such strength, relying solely on the power of the Primordial Spirit, he could fight against powerful figures like Ji Xuan, as he did back then.

Not to mention, this Sword Immortal also mastered the Primordial Spirit Secret Technique, capable of maximizing the power of the Primordial Spirit.

Unlike before, when the Primordial Spirit was strong but lacked secret techniques for activation, falling into a lower state by just overpowering others.

These thoughts flashed in his mind, and he came to understand.

Whether or not one has an inheritance, the actual gap is immense.

The white-robed Sword Immortal before him came from an Immortal Cave Heaven.

Being able to undertake this task, he was truly one of the strongest below the realm of true Immortal.

Across all the Cave Heaven Blessed Lands, beneath true Immortals, this white-robed Sword Immortal was certainly among the strongest.

Therefore, Xiang Yuan’s instant defeat was not unjust.

In terms of realm, the two were completely not at the same level.

Moreover, if truly returning to the Ancient environment.

This white-robed Sword Immortal would be truly the Sword Immortal most skilled in slaughter.

Various distracting thoughts rapidly flashed through Jiang Ning’s mind.

"You are Jiang Ning?" The white-robed Sword Immortal’s gaze fell on Jiang Ning, suddenly speaking.

"That’s correct!" Jiang Ning nodded.

"You have arrived, just in time!" The white-robed Sword Immortal spoke calmly.

Then he said, "You should know why I have come."

As he spoke, the flying sword that had just appeared was now moving like a swimming dragon around him, full of agility, as if it were not an inanimate object.

"Of course, I know!" Jiang Ning said.

"Since that’s the case, you still dare to show up?" The white-robed Sword Immortal said flatly.

"If I don’t show up, all the citizens of this city will die by your hand!" Jiang Ning said.

As the words fell, the white-robed Sword Immortal still nodded calmly.

"Indeed!"

Then he continued, "If that person is not dead, to force him out, some special means must always be employed!"

"Killing millions, if he is not dead, he will definitely come out!"

"However, now that you have appeared, it saves some trouble; killing so many people is always a bit troublesome!"

"Killing you is much simpler!"

Upon hearing these words.

Jiang Ning smiled wryly.

Although he knew in his heart that this white-robed Sword Immortal was very strong.

He was not strong enough to intimidate him.

After all, without becoming an Immortal.

He had not yet transcended the level of mortals.

And he had already glimpsed the great mysteries of the human body, broken through nine shackles, and his strength had surged.

Compared to a month ago, his strength had increased tremendously.

Previously, he could handle being encircled by two Silver Armored Heavenly Soldiers, let alone with his current strength.

The only thing that truly daunted him was one thing.

That was the sheathed long sword still held by the white-robed Sword Immortal.

This sword had been held by the white-robed Sword Immortal from the beginning until now, never leaving his hand, nor being unsheathed—it was no ordinary item.

And the Immortal Cave Heaven, able to send him to test, how could they not prepare some things?

"It seems you are very confident!" The white-robed Sword Immortal gazed steadily at Jiang Ning.

As he spoke, the flying sword moving in front of him was already suspended beside him, spinning swiftly, a Sword Intent spreading along with it.

"Since that’s the case, let you receive my ’See the Clear Sky!’"

Before Jiang Ning could respond, the white-robed Sword Immortal spoke again.

As the words fell.

The long sword suspended in front of him had finished brewing, then sharply thrust forward.

In an instant.

The sky was clear for thousands of miles, becoming incomparably azure once again.

That previous scene reappeared before the eyes of the world.

The impurities of heaven and earth vanished completely.

The sky for miles seemed to be within reach.

Suddenly.

A streak of white light emerged abruptly.

Without any warning, without any anticipation.

It was a Sword Intent nurtured to the utmost degree.

With the emergence of this Sword Intent, the world lost its color, becoming purely black and white.

The world seemed to be frozen, its colors stripped away.