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Buzzing!
Everything in the inn trembled, even the air itself quivered incessantly.
The Old Daoist's Sword God had summoned the true Spiritual God dwelling within his sword.
This Spiritual God radiated overwhelming divine might, merging with his own Sword Intent to warp the void and fill the sky with countless sword shadows.
Though the scale of this technique appeared contained within the small inn, this was only because both combatants were disciples of Mount Shu, unwilling to escalate the conflict. A significant portion of their power was being used to restrain the technique's destructive potential.
Yet even with these restraints, the sheer majesty of the technique remained awe-inspiring.
"Junior Brother Chang Yi, I'll give you one last chance. Surrender peacefully and return to Mount Shu with us!"
"Of course, this woman must come with you as well!"
The Old Daoist's hair and beard fluttered wildly, his robes snapping in the wind as he roared, his voice echoing through the entire inn.
Qin Yi gazed at the Sword Qi that filled the inn, almost solidifying into tangible form. He chuckled dryly, then his eyes sharpened, two sword shadows flickering with deadly intensity.
"Mount Shu? I'll return when I choose."
"If I don't want to go back, no one can force me!"
His voice was icy. His right index and middle fingers snapped together, then slashed outward with a sudden, violent motion.
His lips parted slightly, and he uttered two words:
"Sword God!"
At that moment, a white-robed elder materialized behind Qin Yi. The space behind him trembled as sword shadows surged forth, instantly Shrouding the Heavens.
Both men had unleashed the same technique, preparing for a decisive clash.
Enraged, the Old Daoist abandoned all restraint, his suppressed sword aura erupting with unrestrained force.
"Then I'll beat you into submission and drag you back myself!"
With a mighty roar, countless Heavenly Sword shadows erupted forth, instantly coalescing into a Sword Dragon. With a resounding clang, it charged toward Qin Yi.
Qin Yi, his sword fingers aligned, uttered a soft command:
"Chì!"
A Sword Plate materialized before him, continuously unleashing longswords that bombarded the Sword Dragon.
Crackling, clattering, BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
In the void above the inn's second floor, a relentless barrage of collisions echoed. Countless streams of Sword Qi erupted, only to swiftly neutralize each other.
It was a breathtaking spectacle. Sword Qi swirled wildly, countless wooden splinters flew, and the air crackled with razor-sharp fissures. This Sword Intent, had it been unleashed unrestrained in the outside world, could have shattered a small mountain in an instant.
Yet both combatants were masters of the Cultivation's Way, capable of perfect control. They channeled their power with precision, maintaining absolute command over the chaos.
"Hmph!"
Seeing that his Sword God couldn't break through, the Old Daoist let out a thunderous snort, and the Sword God's Sword Intent sharpened further.
On the second floor, Qin Yi's gaze grew even sharper. Cangsheng at his waist hummed and trembled, and a regal aura of the King's Way slowly began to rise.
'As expected, the Old Daoist, who has cultivated for over a century, possesses profound cultivation, Qin Yi thought, his expression remaining unchanged. I can still handle this assault.'
As time passed, the Old Daoist's snorts grew louder and more thunderous, like celestial lightning!
Yet Qin Yi remained as steadfast as bamboo and stone in a raging storm, as immovable as a pillar in a turbulent river.
The Sword God duel lasted for dozens of breaths. Fine beads of sweat covered the Old Daoist's forehead, and his right hand trembled visibly.
Gritting his teeth, he tried to persist, but the Sword Dragon had reached its limit, its Sword Qi exhausted.
Boom!
After the final clash, the Old Daoist shuddered and stumbled back a step.
Meanwhile, within Qin Yi's Sword Plate, a single sword remained.
"Is it over?"
The casual question caused the Old Daoist's expression to darken dramatically.
At the same moment, Qin Yi raised his sword-pointing finger, and the final surge of Sword Qi spiraled forth, hurtling directly toward the Old Daoist.
"Ha!"
The Old Daoist roared again, his longsword flashing from behind to block the attack. He gripped the blade and thrust it forward.
Boom!
A shockwave radiated outward, shattering tables and chairs into splinters. The Old Daoist staggered back more than a dozen steps, his face grim as he finally regained his composure.
He had retreated beyond the inn's threshold, defeated in this brief but decisive duel.
"Junior Brother Chang Yi's cultivation is truly extraordinary. His mastery of Mount Shu Sword Technique has reached the pinnacle of perfection."
"Such talent fills us old Daoists with envy and astonishment!"
Among the remaining six Elders, one slowly drew his longsword.
"Everyone, it seems we must act together!"
The five Elders drew their swords, their faces grim.
Instantly, a vast Sword Intent surged forth, and the six Elders gazed up at the second floor, their gazes sharpening.
At Qin Yi's waist, Cangsheng trembled with excitement, humming incessantly.
Below, the Elders; above, Qin Yi. Their eyes locked, each gaze piercingly sharp.
Suddenly, the six Elders moved. As they moved, Qin Yi moved too, Cangsheng flashing from its sheath.
Aowu!
A faint roar echoed through the void, like a roaming dragon's earth-shattering cry. An overwhelmingly domineering, kingly Sword Intent erupted, causing the Elders' expressions to shift abruptly.
"Myriad Swords Art!"
"Heavenly Sword!"
"Heavenly Master Talisman Method!"
"..."
Shouts rang out as Qin Yi's eyes blazed with intense light. Gripping Cangsheng tightly, he leaped into the air.
"Destroyer of Nations Silver Shot Wave!"
Whoosh!
Countless illusory projections materialized in the void, hovering above the six Elders and causing their faces to pale in terror.
In the game, Jing Tian's projectiles consisted of antiques and various precious artifacts. But Qin Yi now hurled the very essence of nature itself.
Forests, oceans, and towering mountain ranges coalesced into a majestic, panoramic landscape—a breathtaking map of mountains and rivers.
Though merely an illusion, the oppressive force of this landscape was terrifyingly real.
Boom!
The two forces collided instantly. The shockwave erupted in a split second, shattering the entire inn's structure. The six Elders coughed up blood as they were hurled out of the building.
Qin Yi landed gracefully, standing his ground with sharp, then indifferent eyes.
"Go back," he said calmly, his expression as placid as a still pond. "I will return to Mount Shu eventually, but not now."
Defeating the eight Elders was no great feat for him. In the Mortal Realm, few opponents truly challenged him: Chang Hao was one, and the Venerable Devil currently stirring chaos in the martial world was another. But the rest posed no threat.
"Junior Brother Chang Yi's cultivation is profound, truly worthy of my admiration," one of the Elders said, his eyes still wide with shock as he suppressed the turmoil in his chest.
"We are no match for you. We will return to consult the Sect Lord."
"You... take care of yourself!"
After this brief exchange, the eight Elders turned and departed.
As fellow disciples, there was no need for a life-or-death struggle. This small-scale probing had revealed their inferiority, and they conceded.
With the departure of the Mount Shu group, An Yi let out a sigh of relief.
Qin Yi, however, grew pensive.
Gazing into the distance, he murmured, "I could resolve this with force."
"But Jiang Qing... what about you?"
(End Of This Chapter)