Chapter 127 - 107: Riding a Sword on the Wind, Carefree Between Heaven and Earth

Chapter 127: Chapter 107: Riding a Sword on the Wind, Carefree Between Heaven and Earth

At this moment, the world seemed to fall silent.

After a mere few hundred exchanges, it wasn’t the mutually destructive struggle to the death that the crowd had imagined. Instead, one person had fallen beneath the other’s sword.

"Sword Nine, one of the nine great sequence freaks of the Celestial Sword Sect, is dead?"

BOOM!!!

Sword Nine’s fall was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Everyone’s mental fortitude collapsed.

In the night sky, although Jiang Hao had endured a strike to slay the Celestial Sword Sect’s sequence disciple, he had sustained unimaginable injuries in the process. He instantly fell to his knees in midair, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

Before Sword Nine’s corpse even hit the ground, a cold snort rang out. "Hmph, you’re courting death!"

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The Celestial Sword Sect’s six remaining sequence disciples soared into the sky. The auras radiating from their bodies were even more terrifying than Sword Nine’s.

"Jiang Hao?"

Watching the six astonishing figures charging forward for the kill, even Gu Qingyan cried out in alarm.

However, Jiang Hao slowly raised his eyes, his gaze entirely devoid of emotion. He stared at the six great sequence freaks of the Celestial Sword Sect descending madly upon him. After a brief moment, he shifted his gaze, taking a long, deep look at the Ye Family Mansion.

That single look made Ye Qingxian, Ye Tiannan, and Ye Canghai feel that something was terribly wrong. An ominous premonition instantly surged in their hearts.

"Hao’Er?"

"Little fool?"

Seeing that gaze, which seemed like a final farewell, everyone’s hearts violently trembled.

"It’s over," Jiang Hao muttered to himself. In his eyes, there was a touch of untrammeled freedom and relief, mingled with reluctance and nostalgia.

He had done his best. He was just too tired.

The battle against the peak army had exhausted all his methods. Even with the Great Spirit Revitalization Pill, there wasn’t enough time to recover. His recent life-and-death struggle with Sword Nine seemed to last only a few hundred exchanges, but it had nearly drained seventy percent of his Spiritual Power.

Facing the Celestial Sword Sect’s six great sequence disciples again, even if he could drag one or two down with him, he was destined to lose. Even if he somehow won another match, there were still numerous terrifying entities glaring at him like tigers watching their prey.

"Farewell." Jiang Hao made no sound, but his lips mouthed the words.

At this moment, Ye Qingxian’s tears fell like rain, crying until she was drenched in sorrow. Gu Qingyan’s expression changed drastically, as if she had already guessed what he was about to do.

"Jiang Hao, no!"

Accompanied by Gu Qingyan’s scream, Jiang Hao forced himself to stand up once more. He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. Even in death, he would make the Celestial Sword Sect pay a brutally unacceptable price.

As he closed his eyes, even the wind seemed to come to a standstill.

Gu Qingyan’s worst fear was that the figure would choose to self-detonate his Martial Soul, following the same tragic path Qi Tianyang once did. However, everyone had underestimated how terrifying that figure truly was.

At this moment, although Jiang Hao had embraced the resolve to die in battle, he hadn’t yet reached that point. He still had one sword strike left unexecuted.

But after that strike, self-detonating his Martial Soul would be the only path left. By then, his target would no longer be those six figures, but rather the sky full of older generation experts.

The Celestial Sword Sect had truly pushed him into a corner. Unfortunately, he had no terrifying backup and no world-shaking background. If he had been born into a Saint Race or a Longevity Family, perhaps the outcome would have been different.

Alas, he had none of these.

In a trance, Jiang Hao seemed to arrive in the depths of his own Xuanhai. There, one hundred and eight Sword Steles stood silently and peacefully. Only the first Sword Stele emitted a faint glow.

Jiang Hao manifested his Divine Sense body and stood beneath the Chongxiao Sword Stele, gazing up at the Sword Intent that seemed capable of tearing apart the Celestial Universe.

"It’s been a year, a full year. Although I haven’t completely comprehended you, you still forged my Fourth Realm of Sword.

"It’s a pity. You belong to me, yet I am about to no longer belong to this world."

Gently stroking the Sword Stele, Jiang Hao sighed helplessly. Taking one last look at the Cyan Lotus Martial Soul and the True Dragon Martial Soul, his Divine Sense faded from this realm.

The next moment...

BOOM!!!

The youth suddenly opened his eyes, and an unprecedented sword might swept across the heavens. The desperate youth channeled the Sword Intent comprehended from the Sword Stele, the full power of his Nine Spirit Transformations, the Power of the Four-Four Martial Soul, and the might of his Sword Technique, fusing them all into the Chaos Sword Embryo.

"This strike is the strongest of my life, but it is not my absolute limit.

"Heavens, how unfair you are!

"If you had just given me time, I would certainly stand at the peak of the Sword Dao.

"How utterly unfair!"

He roared out his indignation in his heart as the sword in his hand erupted with world-destroying might.

His eyes were filled with profound desolation. Finally, his gaze firmed. Holding absolutely nothing back, he drained every last ounce of power he could muster and injected it into the Sword Embryo.

"Shatter—!"

As the first word left his lips, boundless Sword Intent coalesced in the night sky, causing the void to frantically collapse.

"The Heavens—!"

With Jiang Hao’s final word...

Suddenly...

BOOM!!!

Jiang Hao slashed his sword at the Celestial Sword Sect’s six great sequence freaks. In an instant, the winds and clouds shifted, the sun and moon lost their luster, and all of creation dimmed.

The astonishing Sword Qi, carrying an apocalyptic Sword Intent, completely pierced through the void as it surged relentlessly toward the six people. The heaven-shaking sword light illuminated the firmament, turning the entirety of Xingyue City almost as bright as day.

It was an unimaginable strike, so radiant that one could hardly keep their eyes open.

"What?"

"Oh no, this is his peerless final strike before death! Dodge, quickly!"

"It’s too late!"

The expressions of the Celestial Sword Sect’s six great sequence freaks drastically changed. Terrified out of their wits, they tried to retreat, but the strike was simply too fast—unimaginably fast.

Caught entirely off guard and panicked to the extreme, the six of them unleashed their full power in a desperate counterattack.

The power of this strike far exceeded the limits of this cultivation realm. Sweeping all obstacles away like dead leaves, it instantly left a ten-thousand-foot sword scar in the endless void.

BOOM!!!

"NO!!!"

The first to cry out in heartbroken agony were not the six sequence experts, but rather the multitude of older generation figures from the Celestial Sword Sect.