Chapter 171 - 113: Rudimentary True Intent Cannot Be Broken; Zhang Su Slays an Embracing Pill with a Single Strike

This Swordsmanship was all about concealment, its techniques appearing simple but hiding deadly intent.

Fueled by Ouyang Yin’s Cultivation at the Peak of Pill Force, the sword was as fast as lightning, reaching Zhang Su in the blink of an eye.

The blade stabbed straight for Zhang Su’s chest.

No flashy moves, no wasted motion.

Just a single thrust.

Fast.

Precise.

Vicious.

The power behind a Sword Technique driven by Pill Force was astonishing.

The blade cut through the air with a sharp whistle.

A cold sneer appeared on Ouyang Yin’s face.

’Even if Zhang Su could block my Spirit Sword Seed, can he block my sword?’

SHIING.

Zhang Su drew his sword.

The strike was as swift and graceful as a fleeting shadow.

It was none other than the Extreme Sword Form from the Infinite Sword Scripture!

The Yin Yang Mixture Strength inside Zhang Su’s body was at least ten times stronger than when he had fought Dugu Jian.

But even so, the Extreme Sword Form drained it all in an instant.

All of his Inner Strength was channeled into this single strike.

The Extreme Sword Form had only one characteristic: speed!

Not the fastest, only faster!

When Zhang Su had slain Dugu Jian, that strike had already surpassed the imagination of many Martial Artists.

Many Huajin Martial Artists couldn’t even see it clearly.

That strike was as fast as a beam of light.

Light burst from the sheath, leaving a silvery-white afterimage in the air.

Dugu Jian died.

He didn’t even have time to react.

But this strike was even faster!

The moment the sword left its sheath, the very air in the canyon seemed to rip apart.

A silvery-white flash of sword light shot from Zhang Su’s hand.

Ouyang Yin’s eyes widened.

He actually saw the strike.

He even perceived its trajectory.

He saw with perfect clarity which direction the sword was coming from.

But he couldn’t block it.

It was too fast.

So fast that even though he saw it, his body had no time to react.

His own sword was still mid-swing when Zhang Su’s blade had already passed its tip.

His arm wasn’t even fully extended when Zhang Su’s sword had already sliced across his throat.

Even as a Danjin Martial Artist, his reflexes weren’t that fast.

Ouyang Yin’s reactions were much quicker than a Huajin Martial Artist’s, but before the Extreme Sword Form, he was still far too slow.

He could only watch helplessly as the Cold Frost Sword slit his throat.

Instantly, blood gushed out.

The terrifying Pill Force that Ouyang Yin had just unleashed completely dissipated.

CLANG.

Ouyang Yin’s sword fell to the ground.

He clutched desperately at his neck.

His hands pressed tightly against the wound, but blood seeped ceaselessly between his fingers.

But it was useless; he couldn’t stop the torrent of blood.

’How can such a fast sword exist...’

The image of Zhang Su’s strike replayed in Ouyang Yin’s mind.

That silvery-white flash of sword light replayed over and over in his pupils.

Again, and again.

He just couldn’t understand.

’How could a mere Huajin Martial Artist unleash such a fast strike?’

’It doesn’t make sense.’

’A Huajin Martial Artist’s Inner Strength is limited. It’s not enough to support that kind of speed.’

’How did Zhang Su do it?’

He couldn’t figure it out.

THUD.

Ouyang Yin collapsed to the ground.

His eyes were wide open.

Sunlight shone down from above the canyon, illuminating his aged face.

Ouyang Yin died with his eyes open, unable to rest in peace!

After all, he never even had the chance to unleash his Swordsmanship with the full power of his Pill Force.

The strike he had been preparing for thirty years had failed to kill Zhang Su.

He hadn’t even had the chance to use the Pill Force and Swordsmanship he took such pride in.

Ouyang Yin had never imagined that the strike he’d spent thirty years cultivating would be his only chance.

Unfortunately, it had failed to kill Zhang Su.

Ouyang Yin’s breathing grew fainter and fainter, the light in his eyes dimming bit by bit.

Finally, he fell still.

The canyon fell silent.

There was only the sound of the wind sweeping past the cliff walls.

Zhang Su glanced at the blade of his Cold Frost Sword.

Ouyang Yin’s Pill Force had already vibrated a series of cracks into the blade.

The cracks spread across the blade like a spiderweb.

Now, after Zhang Su had executed the Extreme Sword Form, draining all his Inner Strength to unleash that one terrifying strike, the incredible speed had placed too much of a burden on the blade.

The Cold Frost Sword, already cracked, could no longer hold together.

CRACK.

The Cold Frost Sword instantly shattered.

Fragments of the blade scattered across the ground.

Zhang Su looked at the hilt left in his hand and fell silent for a moment.

The Cold Frost Sword had been with him for quite some time.

Ever since he left the Guiyuan Sect, he had relied on this sword to slay his opponents.

Although it was no Divine Weapon, it had been comfortable to use.

Now that it was broken, he felt a slight sense of regret.

But such was the Jianghu.

Swords break, and people die.

Zhang Su casually tossed the hilt to the side of the path.

WHOOSH...

A gentle breeze swept by, stirring up the dust on the ground and dispersing the thick stench of blood.

Gu Ying and her two guards were staring wide-eyed at the corpse on the ground in the distance.

That was Ouyang Yin!

The Stabilizing Needle of Hidden Sword Manor, a dignified Danjin Strongman.

And yet, he had actually died at Zhang Su’s hands?

Wang Hu and Zhou Yong exchanged a look, their eyes filled with utter shock.

As fellow practitioners of martial arts, they knew exactly what Pill Force signified.

Between Huajin and Pill Force lay an unbridgeable chasm.

How many people in the Jianghu were stuck at the Peak of Huajin Stage, unable to take that final step in their entire lives?

Even for those who did cross over, the difference in strength between Huajin and Pill Force was immense.

But now, Zhang Su, a Huajin Martial Artist, had actually killed a Danjin master.

And it was a head-on kill.

A single strike to the throat.

They already held Zhang Su in high regard.

But now it seemed Zhang Su was even more terrifying than they had imagined.

A Huajin practitioner slaying a Danjin master.

If word of this got out, the entire Jianghu would be shaken to its core!

Zhang Su stood motionless, secretly recovering his Inner Strength.