First Immortal of the Sword-Chapter 1347 - Playing With Fire

Beneath the dome of heaven, the smoke gradually cleared.

The scattering divine radiance withered like fireworks.

Su Yi’s blue robes fluttered around him, and the Sword of the Human Realm hummed in his grip. His tall, upright figure stood there, unmarred by even the slightest speck of dust, without a single hair out of place!

In stark contrast, the Fisherman, the Painter, Deng Zuo, and Yan Daolin were all riddled with wounds, and all of them looked wretched.

The entire area fell deathly silent. Countless people were wide-eyed and tongue-tied.

In a one-on-one duel, the Painter couldn’t take Su Yi down.

Even four against one, these four top powerhouses of the stars weren’t enough!

This scene left the distant Transcendents’ hearts quivering with fright and expressions shifting with uncertainty. All of them were completely astonished.

“And here I thought that after stepping onto the Path of Transcendence, I could wash away my former humiliation and defeat you, Temple Master. Who’d have thought I’d still be slightly inferior to you...?” murmured Deng Zuo.

Bitterness and melancholy arose on his face.

The Fisherman was silent, and his expression shifted erratically. Yan Daolin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sighed. The Painter’s expression was overcast.

It was just as Deng Zuo had said. Were this a fair competition of the Grand Dao, they would have lost already!

In other words, they’d finally stepped onto the Path of Transcendence they’d waited countless years for, only to discover that their cultivations were still no match for the Temple Master.

This was unquestionably far too heavy a blow.

“He’s just relying on the power of reincarnation. If we controlled this power, we’d be just as strong,” the Painter said coldly. He was obviously bitter. “Take a look at the world. Who else has reincarnated to cultivate anew as he has? Even in ancient times, reincarnation never took place. Naturally, no one as perversely strong as him ever appeared either!”

Su Yi couldn’t help but laugh dryly. “You can’t beat me, so you’ve resorted to complaints? Painter, you’re as worthless as ever!”

“Don’t tell me I’m mistaken?” said the Painter.

But before he could say more, Deng Zuo furrowed his brow and interrupted him. “Enough! Haven’t you embarrassed yourself enough already?”

Yan Daolin said expressionlessly, “You really are embarrassing yourself.”

The Fisherman had a complicated look on his face. “Painter, don’t let your emotions get the better of you. Had the Temple Master never reincarnated, who do you think would have been the first to step onto the Path of Transcendence? Within the same cultivation boundary, are you sure... you would have been a match for him?”

The Painter was instantly ashamed, and he had nothing to say in his defense.

When the distant onlookers saw this, they couldn’t help but be rueful. It really is as the Temple Master says. Compared to Yan Daolin and the others, the Painter’s conduct really does seem unseemly.

“Since we’re fighting to the death, there’s no need to hide anything. Come on, show your trump cards.” Su Yi said softly. Then, he took out a jug of wine and drank.

His opponents’ cultivations really were strong, and they’d brought him no small number of delightful surprises.

But this still wasn’t satisfying. It was to the point that when he drank, he almost couldn’t taste his wine.

Deng Zuo and the others looked at each other. Their faces filled with determination.

Indeed. This was no discussion of the Dao. It was a life-or-death duel. They naturally had to use everything at their disposal!

The Fisherman was the first to attack. He took a deep breath, then revealed an ancient Daoist seal. The words “Gods of the Earth” were carved on top in an ancient script. Immortal light flowed around it, shaking heaven and earth.

“Activate!” he bellowed.

“That guy actually got his hands on the Gods of the Earth Seal?” The distant revenants of ancient sects were stunned. They recognized this treasure.

The Gods of the Earth Seal!

In ancient times, this was a renowned Transcendent treasure ranked amongst the Nine Great Daoist Seals. Rumor had it that an immortal had forged it. Its unfathomable power was enough to make any Transcendent slaver at the mouth!

“Alas, this treasure is cracked. It was obviously damaged during the tribulation of the End of the Dharma,” someone sighed. He could spot the burn marks and damage on the treasure’s surface.

Even so, when the seal appeared, its terrifying power was enough to make the onlookers’ hearts quiver with fright.

Boom!

The Daoist Seal soared into the air and bore down on Su Yi.

In that moment, immortal light fell like a waterfall, manifesting an illusory three thousand boundless worlds. Every onlooker’s heart fell silent, and their expressions shifted dramatically.

The power of this treasure was such that even the Transcendents had no choice but to circulate their cultivation bases to neutralize the pressure.

Clang!

Su Yi waved the Sword of the Human Realm and clashed with the seal’s power head-on. Vast and grand sword intent shot right in, crushing countless illusory worlds.

But as the Gods of the Earth Seal lit up, it crushed Su Yi’s sword intent. Its tyrannical power sent Su Yi staggering back.

The crowd was stunned!

Whoosh!

Practically simultaneously, a broken sword sliced through the air and descended.

The remaining blade was just two feet long, and it was mottled with rust and stained with blood. It was Deng Zuo who’d attacked.

The sword was still halfway through the air when sword qi as red as blood stained the dome of heaven and clanging, metallic hums rang out.

Clang!!!

Both Su Yi and his sword were forced back.

The broken sword’s power was tyrannical beyond imagination. Even broken, no ordinary Transcendent treasure could compare. Its murderous intent filled the heavens.

“That looks like... the Blood-Drinking Immortal Sword?” said an older-generation revenant with surprise and uncertainty.

In ancient times, immortals walked the Human Realm. Naturally, true treasures of the Immortal Dao existed here.

The Blood-Drinking Immortal Sword was a famous cursed weapon of the Immortal Dao. Rumor had it that an unparalleled yao immortal had forged it, and that it had drunk the blood of countless powerful foes!

“Suppress!”

“Cleave!”

The Fisherman seized the initiative to direct the Gods of the Earth Seal, while Deng Zuo went on swinging the broken sword, never stopping to rest.

“Good! Good! Very good!” Su Yi had been forced into a passive position, but this didn’t alarm him. On the contrary, it delighted him. His eyes lit up, and his will to fight caught completely ablaze.

Boom!

His presence changed abruptly, becoming proud and unrestrained as he attacked with everything he had.

In the blink of an eye, the Sword of the Human Realm burst with chaotic power, bringing with it sword light that blotted out the sun. It forcefully blocked the Fisherman and Deng Zuo’s combined attack.

But practically simultaneously, the Painter and Yan Daolin attacked.

The Painter gripped a black jade ruler. Every time he attacked, an immortal mountain rose into the air and descended with astonishing momentum.

The distant revenants of ancient orthodoxies recognized it at a glance. This was the Immortal Mountain Ruler. Although it wasn’t a true immortal weapon, in ancient times, it was among the greatest of Transcendent treasures!

Meanwhile, Yan Daolin took out a bronze sword case!

The sword case was a foot across and black throughout. A rain of starlight fell around it.

Yan Daolin swung the sword case with both hands, as if wielding a heavy sword. When it fell, the air shattered, offering no more resistance than paper. It was tyrannical beyond measure.

Su Yi used the Sword of the Human Realm to clash with it head-on, but it was as if he’d clashed with a natural, insurmountable barrier. He couldn’t budge the sword case in the slightest.

“What kind of treasure is that?”

Numerous onlookers were bewildered. They couldn’t see through the bronze sword case’s origins.

Still, all of them could tell that it was terrifying. Its momentum was far too weighty; there was no shaking it. Every strike was like a deity erecting a natural barrier and flinging it into the Human Realm!

Boom!

Beneath the dome of heaven, the skies within a thirty-thousand-foot radius descended completely into chaos.

Unparalleled weapons unleashed their strength, stirring up currents of destructive energy. Heaven and earth shook, and the sun and moon lost their light.

Everyone could tell that the leaders of the four greatest sects of the present day had far greater momentum now that they were using their killer weapons. They were completely different from before.

And Su Yi was now in a tight spot!

A few blinks of the eye later, and wounds started cropping up all over his body. His clothes were tattered, and his skin bled.

Countless onlookers' hearts were on tenterhooks. They were more nervous than ever before.

But the Transcendent spectators inwardly sighed in relief, their spirits soaring. The Temple Master has finally been injured! That’s definitely a good sign.

Just as they thought, as the battle continued, Su Yi’s injuries piled on. His robes were stained red, and his situation looked increasingly perilous.

“Four peak experts of the early-stage Nascent Divinity Realm are using their greatest killer weapons. It would have been strange if they couldn’t handle the Temple Master!” Zhong Tianquan said coolly.

“No matter what, the Temple Master really is the greatest, most dazzling genius in history. Even if he dies, it won’t damage his reputation,” sighed Zhou Hanshan.

The revenants’ expressions varied. Some laughed coldly, but others looked admiring or pitying...

But none of Su Yi’s current opponents showed any sign of complacency. On the contrary, they were increasingly serious, and they attacked with increasing speed and ferocity!

Over the years, they’d fought the Temple Master too many times to count. How could they not know how terrifying he was?

It didn’t matter how perilous his situation looked. They absolutely couldn’t afford even the slightest complacency.

Suddenly, Deng Zuo bellowed, “Well, Temple Master? What about your trump cards? Things have already reached this point. Why not reveal what you’ve been hiding?”

His words startled the crowd out of their reverie. They suddenly realized that despite how long the battle had raged on, the Temple Master had yet to reveal his hidden cards!

Could it be that the Temple Master didn’t have anything in reserve? No! There was absolutely no way!

The Violet Heavens Platform was fraught with peril, and he’d come here all alone. How could he have brought nothing but his sword?

“Let’s play a while longer first,” Su Yi said casually.

This light, airy sentence made his foes’ eyelids twitch. They looked at each other, murderous intent surging around them as their attacks grew even more terrifying. They went all out, with no regard for anything else, not even their own lives.

It seemed quite strange. These four top powerhouses had seized an absolute advantage, yet now, they seemed deeply provoked, and their gazes were more solemn than ever.

Beneath this onslaught, Su Yi’s wounds got worse and worse. His entire body was bleeding. The sight startled both the eyes and the heart. Countless onlookers were nervous, and their hearts were on tenterhooks.

He calls this playing!? No, this is called ‘playing with fire!’

“Temple Master, your battered frame won’t be able to hold out much longer. At this point, even if you reveal your trump cards and turn things around, you won’t be able to escape. Look around you! You’re surrounded by ravening wolves on all sides. No matter what, you’re doomed!” Yan Daolin spoke gravely.

It sounded like he was warning Su Yi, but in truth, this was psychological warfare!

But Su Yi just laughed dryly. “All this time, and you’ve yet to take me down. Are you starting to get anxious?”

The grand battle raged on. Su Yi’s predicament was increasingly dire, but his opponents had no choice but to admit that they were indeed starting to get a bit anxious.

“Very well. I can’t leave my other enemies waiting for too long. It’s time to sever our grudges once and for all,” said Su Yi, sweeping his gaze across the distant onlookers.

His opponents’ pupils constricted, and they were instantly more on guard than ever before. All of them attacked with everything they had.

Su Yi laughed, seemingly not at all concerned. “I’ll start with the Painter.”

The Sword of the Human Realm quivered in his grip. The deep blue weapon burst with immeasurable light as Su Yi raised it into the air and thrust.

Clang!!

An explosive impact followed, and the Painter’s black jade ruler flew from his grip.

But the Sword of the Human Realm continued, its power undiminished, and bore a hole right through the Painter’s chest. The tip came out the other end with a splash of fresh blood.

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