"Ye Wushuang, do you think using a sword makes you a match for a Sword Cultivator? Today, I’ll show you what a *true* Sword Cultivator is!"

Gongg Jian let out a cold shout. With a sudden thrust of his Ancient Sword, it split into nine identical blades. They were like nine ferocious dragons, their destructive Sword Qi tearing through the void.

This was Gongg Jian’s killing move: the Nine Burial Swords!

The crowd gasped, staring at what they believed were nine blades of Sword Qi. The solemn killing aura of the Heaven and Earth Sword Dao they carried was astonishing.

Wait, no, that wasn’t Sword Qi!

Suddenly, the crowd sensed something that shocked them even more. The nine Slaying Swords Gongg Jian had unleashed were not formed from Sword Qi, but were actual Treasure Swords.

Every single Treasure Sword was a real, physical object, filled with killing intent.

The Sword Light projected for hundreds of feet, tearing the void apart. They sought to annihilate everything in their path as they slashed toward Ye Wushuang, their piercing gleam endlessly sharp.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

A series of sharp, ear-piercing whooshes echoed relentlessly.

"Dodge, quickly!"

Seeing the nine Treasure Swords descending to kill, Ao Wuchang’s face filled with anxiety. The Nine Burial Swords was Gongg Jian’s ultimate move, and few had ever broken it.

Most people assumed the nine Treasure Swords were condensed from Sword Qi, but that wasn’t the case. He used a special technique to bind nine real swords together, a secret unknown to the outside world. Because of this, many had fallen for the trick.

If Ye Wushuang also fell for it, he would pay with his life. And if that happened, he, Ao Wuchang, wouldn’t survive either.

"The Nine Burial Swords!" Ye Wushuang’s eyes narrowed as he watched the Treasure Swords coming to kill him. How could a trick like this possibly deceive his eyes?

He stood perfectly still, unmoved. A smile bloomed on his lips, dazzlingly brilliant.

"You give me nine swords, so I’ll give you three in return!" The clear words left Ye Wushuang’s mouth as he raised his Ancient Sword and shot forward like a bolt of lightning.

’Three swords in return?’

Faced with such a terrifying Sword Dao Slaughter, Ye Wushuang was boasting he’d return three swords. The crowd’s minds short-circuited. Not only was Ye Wushuang not dodging, he was charging straight at it.

"The first sword: Thunder Sword!"

With a cold shout from Ye Wushuang, his Ancient Sword flashed with lightning. He slashed out, and thousands of Thunder Swords erupted in the void, the sound of thunder echoing incessantly.

The nine Treasure Swords faltered for an instant.

Seeing this, Gongg Jian’s expression darkened. He formed a Hand Seal, and the nine Treasure Swords abruptly doubled in size. After a brief pause, they resumed their deadly charge toward Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang paid them no mind and continued his charge. A crazed aura began to spread from him as Mad Demon Power coiled around his palm and infused his Ancient Sword.

Instantly, all eyes were fixed on Ye Wushuang. A crazed aura rose from him, and his indomitable Sword Intent made the crowd’s blood boil with excitement!

"The second sword, Mad Demon Sword!"

Ye Wushuang spun the Ancient Sword in his hand and thrust it upward, unleashing a magnificent Sword Light filled with slaughter, ice, and madness!

The crowd’s gaze followed that streak of Sword Light. They watched as it condensed into a brilliant arc and slashed toward the Nine Burial Swords. The killing power hidden within its Sword Intent was even more terrifying.

Beize Sheng, Wudao, Yuh Huatian, and even Liuu Tianlan, who stood on a distant mountain peak, all narrowed their eyes. The feeling this sword attack gave them was that not even a true Sword Cultivator could necessarily control it.

’Could it be that Ye Wushuang is a Sword Cultivator in hiding?’

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG...

The Mad Demon Sword clashed with the nine Treasure Swords, emitting an unending series of metallic rings. The dispersing energy surged in all directions, creating an immense sense of pressure.

To the crowd’s utter disbelief, the nine Treasure Swords began to tremble before being flung back. WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHOOSH! They shot straight toward Gongg Jian.

BAM!

Having lost control of them, two of the nine Treasure Swords slammed into Gongg Jian’s abdomen. The powerful impact sent him flying.

’His sword... how could it have broken my sword technique? I’m a Sword Cultivator! How could a layman possibly defeat me? Impossible! It’s impossible!’

Gongg Jian roared in his heart, unable to accept the fact that Ye Wushuang had defeated him with a sword all the same.

"There’s still one sword to go!"

As Ye Wushuang spoke again, the expressions of many onlookers shifted. He had promised to return three swords, but he had already defeated Gongg Jian with just two. What kind of attack would the third sword be?

Everyone watched in anticipation. But how could they have known that this third sword was actually the weakest of the Mad Demon Three Swords?

’However, for me, I prefer the first move of the set: the Life-Taking Sword!’

’Compared to the other two moves, the first is simple and direct, without any flourish. It is the Speed Sword.’

’Sword out, blood spilled. It is a Killing Sword, without flourish—the truest form of the blade!’

’That’s why I saved it for last. This sword, combined with my speed, is more suited to be my third and final strike!’

"A true Sword Cultivator? How laughable!" Giving Gongg Jian a cold glance, Ye Wushuang sneered and shot through the air. His speed was like a flash of lightning, so extreme that no one could react in time.

A ghostly light flashed through the crowd’s vision. It emanated from the sharp tip of his sword, carrying with it a potent aura of death that made their hearts pound in their chests.

"The third sword, Life-Taking Sword!"

The cold voice still echoed through the void, but a flash of Life-Taking Light had already vanished, too fast for anyone to track. Only the few powerful figures in the distance had managed to catch a glimpse of it.

But even then, it was just a glimpse, not the full picture.

BOOM!

The Sword Light flashed by in an instant and pierced through Gongg Jian. His body froze, standing perfectly straight. Blood gushed from a hole in his throat as his eyes remained fixed on Ye Wushuang.

Suddenly, he recalled Ao Wuchang’s words: ’Don’t provoke Ye Wushuang, or the outcome will be ugly!’

’At the time, he hadn’t cared. He’d frantically goaded Ye Wushuang into a life-and-death battle. If he killed Ye Wushuang in the fight...’

’...then he could have taken Ye Wushuang’s treasures and opportunities, as well as avenged the son of the Sect Master of Celestial Sword Sect. For him, it was a win-win.’

’But it was all just wishful thinking. The laughable part was that he had confidently said he was just killing for sport, and now he was the one who had been toyed with and killed!’

"You..."

Gongg Jian pointed a finger at Ye Wushuang. He had only managed to utter a single word before the light in his pupils faded and his body crashed to the ground with a thud.

The thud of his body hitting the ground pulled the crowd back to their senses. Their hearts trembled. A cultivator at the Peak of Spiritual Spring Fourth Layer had been brought to his knees by three sword strikes, reduced to a cold corpse.

’Ye Wushuang’s power is terrifying! Now *this* is the White-Clothed Killing God!’

"Senior Brother Gongg Jian!"

The disciples from the Celestial Sword Sect finally snapped out of their stupor. Seeing the dead Gongg Jian, they grew enraged and charged toward Ye Wushuang with killing intent.

"You killed a genius of our Celestial Sword Sect! Ye Wushuang, go to hell!" A dozen or so figures charged toward Ye Wushuang.

"The Celestial Sword Sect is so shameless! Have you forgotten this was a duel to the death?"

Jian Bufan and the others also moved to Ye Wushuang’s side. The Flying Snow Sword in his arms hummed, vibrating as if eager to be drawn and taste blood.

BOOM!

On the mountain peak, Liuu Tianlan’s figure vanished. He crossed the sky in an instant, landing in front of the group from the Celestial Sword Sect.

"He’s here. Is he going to make his move now?"

Watching Liuu Tianlan’s arrival, Yuh Huatian and the other two showed faint smiles, observing the scene with interest.