bookandnovel Chapter 14709 Xing Wuming
Chapter 14709 Xing Wuming
Chapter 14709 Xing Wuming
At this moment, the entire Sword Star Sanctuary trembled violently, the mountains roared, the halls shook, and the pure sword energy that had lingered in the air for ten thousand years became disordered and dissipated due to extreme fear.
Gu Cangming, the master of the Sword Star Holy Hall, was actually killed on the spot by Ling Xiao!
Only now did those Holy Hall disciples, their eyes bloodshot with rage, finally succumb to boundless terror. Gu Cangming was a universally acknowledged peak expert in the Silent Realm, having mastered the Heavenly Gang Sword Body and whose Returning Void Sword Intent shook the eight directions. He was the core pillar that allowed the Sword Star Holy Hall to stand firm.
But now, not only was he killed by Ling Xiao's sword, but his soul was also completely devoured, and not even a wisp of his soul escaped!
Just how incredibly powerful is Ling Xiao?
Beneath the palace and atop the mountains, countless Holy Temple masters lay pale-faced and trembling, their sword-wielding hands shaking uncontrollably, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief, their hearts filled with endless despair.
Ling Xiao raised the Xuan Snake Poison Heaven Sword diagonally, its tip hovering over Gu Cangming's head. The head's eyes were wide open, bulging as if about to burst, its pupils still frozen with extreme astonishment and resentment.
Even until his last breath, he couldn't believe that he would be instantly killed by Ling Xiao!
Only now did he realize that Ling Xiao had been deliberately hiding his true abilities all along!
How could that madman, whose Dao heart was clearly shattered and who was left only with the obsession of revenge, possess such unfathomable combat power?
There were no answers, and no more chances to find them. Gu Cangming, filled with resentment and bitterness, ultimately became the first bloodstained medal on Ling Xiao's path of revenge.
Ling Xiao indifferently swung his longsword, throwing his head to the ground. His body erupted in a burst of blood flames, transforming into a crimson beam that tore through the sky, hurtling towards the depths of the Sword Star Sanctuary.
Where the blood-red light swept across, the void sizzled and burned, even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was stained scarlet and turned into nothingness.
At this moment, his fierce aura and violent fighting spirit had reached their peak, and his overwhelming ferocity was beyond description.
He was no longer the Ling Xiao who still had attachments and tenderness, but a blood-red Asura who crawled out of the Nine Netherworld Purgatory, seeking only revenge. Wherever he went, there was only slaughter and destruction.
Seeing Ling Xiao charging in with world-destroying power, the remaining Holy Hall experts were terrified and felt their hearts and livers about to shatter.
This blood demon seems to be the nemesis of all martial artists. Their martial arts skills, sword energy, sword intent, and sword formations, on which they rely for survival, are useless in front of him. How can they possibly resist him?
Just as everyone was in a state of panic and confusion, an old and majestic voice boomed from the depths of the Sword Hall, shaking the mountains: "Stop him! Half an hour!"
Half an hour!
It was Mu Yin's voice! He was still rebuilding his physical body deep within the secret realm and desperately needed half an hour of buffer time!
Before the shout had even finished, the ground in front of the Sword Hall suddenly cracked open, and a ten-thousand-foot-long pure sword aura burst forth from the ground, like a pillar supporting the sky and piercing through the earth, forcefully blocking Ling Xiao's path. The violent sword pressure forced the blood-red tide to retreat step by step.
As the sword energy dissipated, an old man dressed in a black sword robe, with white hair and beard, stood in mid-air.
His sword intent was as solid as ancient cold iron, and the marks of time were etched all over his face, but his eyes were as sharp as a drawn heavenly sword. He was none other than the Grand Elder of the Sword Star Holy Hall... Xing Wuming!
"It's Elder Xing Wuming!" someone in the crowd exclaimed in shock, their voice carrying the last glimmer of hope.
Xing Wuming is the ultimate pillar of the Sword Star Holy Hall, who has long since reached the peak of the Realm Lord realm. He is obsessed with the sword path and has been in seclusion for many years without any distractions. Even the core elders of the sect rarely see his true face.
Now that the sect is facing annihilation, this ancient sword monster, who has been silent for countless ages, has finally taken action himself!
Xing Wuming stared at Ling Xiao, who was covered in blood and exuded a murderous aura, his expression extremely solemn, and his heart was filled with turbulent waves.
He knew Gu Cangming's strength better than anyone else. Gu Cangming was a powerful figure who could be considered among the top echelons of the Nirvana Realm. Yet, just now, he was instantly killed and his soul was destroyed by this young man in front of him!
Ling Xiao's combat power has completely exceeded his comprehension.
Just as Xing Wuming's mind was slightly focused, Ling Xiao's figure suddenly disappeared, so fast that it tore through the perception of time and space, leaving only a scarlet afterimage.
The next second, a point of blood-red sword light, condensed to its extreme, suddenly appeared in front of Xing Wuming.
Without any fancy moves or unnecessary charging, it carried a world-destroying power, aiming straight for the brow... striving to kill with a single sword strike!
This sword strike, though Ling Xiao did not activate his Overlord Martial Soul or Dharma Aspect Domain, was still the ultimate explosion of his physical strength, and its power was still terrifyingly unparalleled!
Xing Wuming's pupils shrank suddenly, but he did not dodge or evade, nor did he swing his sword to block. He was determined to fight to the death.
He gathered all his life's cultivation and fiercely struck Ling Xiao's chest with a palm, intending to exchange injury for injury and perish together!
laugh!
Bang!
Two loud explosions occurred almost simultaneously, shaking the mountains!
A streak of blood-red sword light pierced through Xing Wuming's brow, penetrating the very source of his soul; while Ling Xiao was struck hard by the powerful palm force, his body shooting backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the stone steps of the Sword Hall.
He coughed up several mouthfuls of scalding hot blood, and his skin was instantly covered with spiderweb-like, hideous cracks. Blood gushed out, clearly indicating that he had suffered a severe injury.
Xing Wuming's face was ashen, his eyes filled with horror.
He knew that his palm strike was powerful enough to shatter mountains and shake souls, but the moment it hit Lingxiao, most of its power was swallowed up and dissipated by the strange blood flames!
What kind of heaven-defying demonic art does Ling Xiao cultivate that is so terrifying!
Tragically, his choice to fight to the death ultimately resulted in his own demise.
Despite being severely injured, Ling Xiao's body was still engulfed in blood flames, frantically absorbing the blood energy of heaven and earth to heal his wounds.
Xing Wuming's body slowly stiffened, his gaze unfocused as he looked around at the mountains and sea of clouds surrounding the Sword Star Temple, a belated longing flashing in his eyes.
At that moment, he suddenly felt a pang of regret...
It wasn't that he regretted intervening in stopping Ling Xiao, but rather that he regretted his lifelong obsession with the ultimate swordsmanship, his single-minded seclusion for arduous cultivation, and his never having calmly observed the world's landscapes and experienced the joys and sorrows of ordinary life.
He spent his entire life pursuing the pinnacle of swordsmanship, only to realize on his deathbed that he had missed out on countless wonderful things in the world.
Just then...
boom!!!
A surge of overwhelming sword intent erupted from Xing Wuming's body, piercing through the clouds and tearing through the sky!
breakthrough!
On the verge of death, his swordsmanship and mental state suddenly reached perfection, and he broke through his realm in one fell swoop!
This sword intent was vast and powerful, unparalleled and mighty, as if it could cleave the heavens and earth, far surpassing anything before!
The remaining Holy Temple experts in the arena were initially overjoyed, but the next second their expressions turned ashen and lifeless... Xing Wuming's eyes had completely lost all their luster, and his life force had been extinguished.
But a faint, relieved smile played on his lips.
At the moment of his death, he finally realized that the way of the sword is not something lofty and aloof, but rather originates from all living beings and is integrated into the universe.
Unfortunately, this epiphany came too late, far too late.
Xing Wuming's body crashed to the ground, and he perished completely.