My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 701 - 455: A Sword on the Mountain Summit (Two-in-One)_2
The golden-armored immortal rushing forward below was met head-on by the massive shadow of the cauldron, like Mount Tai crashing down. With a heavy smash, the residual force of the magic treasure had yet to dissipate, and golden cracks spread across his armor as he spat out scalding blood.
Chen Yi spun around and charged toward the shattered golden-armored immortal.
Gold clashed against gold as the golden-armored immortal moved all his limbs. His primordial qi depleted rapidly as his magic treasure and the Hou Kang Sword exchanged blows, entangling each other in a fierce battle.
The magic treasure's brilliance flickered repeatedly, but ultimately could not withstand the surging waves of sword shadows.
By the time the other golden-armored immortals urged their magic treasures forward to aid, blood beads had already rolled from the tip of Chen Yi's sword.
The golden-armored immortal's corpse fell to the ground, its golden light extinguished, returning to the array.
Before he hit the ground, Chen Yi heavily stomped on his body, taking the sixth step of the "Absolute Peak Treading on Clouds" technique. His figure once again disappeared, leaving only trembling shadows among the trees swayed by a fierce wind.
The pitch-black Hou Kang Sword, now stained half-red and half-gold, had felled two immortals in merely a short span, casting its wielder in dark robes to resemble a fearsome asura.
Wu Ling True Monarch's face remained void of sorrow or joy.
Their formation was far superior to ordinary Taoist arrays; it did not collapse with the deaths of its participants. Quite the opposite, the more who died, the more their immortal qi was gathered and strengthened, infused into the remaining golden-armored immortals, making them progressively stronger in battle.
What's more...
Jinggu True Monarch was about to make his move.
Chen Yi was searching for his next target, his silhouette pausing for an instant atop the canopy when a chill crawled up his spine—a warning of danger stirred deep within his senses.
An overwhelming Sword Intent locked onto him. He didn't need to turn his head to know that a Sword Immortal was advancing with sword in hand.
Jinggu True Monarch waited until his Sword Intent surged to its peak. With a twist of his wrist, the ancient sword cleaved, sending dozens of biting rays of Sword Qi piercing through the air.
He struck with the intent to kill right away!
Emerald light filled the sky, scattering in all directions. Dust billowed as streaks of Sword Qi landed, carving crisscrossing ravines into the earth. The sword wind solidified like water, rushing forth like torrents.
This attack aimed to annihilate Chen Yi, reducing him to mere soul fragments, forced to witness his own body shredded to pieces.
The surging intensity of the Sword Qi was so overwhelming that, even Chen Yi, accustomed to ignoring all rules, dared not meet it head-on with his sword. He retreated on the wind, stepping twice through the "Absolute Peak Treading on Clouds" technique atop the tree branches. The chasing Sword Qi pulverized everything in its path, leaving it in ruins. Jinggu True Monarch urged the Sword Qi forward faster, yet remained half a body behind Chen Yi. His brows furrowed, his focus sharp, as two golden-armored immortals cooperated to block Chen Yi's escape route.
Chen Yi turned and twisted his sword against a treasure parasol. Golden fragments flew like specks of dust. Under the Destruction Zen Sword, the parasol lost a corner. Its master faltered in spirit, their dharma body quaking. There was no doubt: a sword meant for killing was far more effective in scenarios like these than one meant for preserving life. It cuts to the core, breaking a weapon's connection to the flow of heaven and earth in mere moments.
Yet even the best sword is only one blade—just as Chen Yi turned, the torrent of Sword Qi came crashing down. The whistling Sword Gang spread unease in everyone nearby. Chen Yi's escape route was sealed entirely, forcing him to face the astonishing incoming strike. The Hou Kang Sword swung into action, radiating circle upon circle of sword blooms. He shifted immediately to live sword techniques, leaves spinning around him as though relying on softness to overcome hardness.
The torrent of Sword Qi collided with the sword blooms, sparks flying in all directions. Chen Yi's hand split slightly at the base of the thumb, his sword hilt vibrating under the pressure, yet he held firm. The longsword bent outward, its sword blooms spinning one after another, dissolving the torrent of Sword Qi into nothingness. Stray Sword Qi flew across the heavens, toppling tree after tree.
"Live sword techniques?"
Jinggu True Monarch marveled aloud, his gaze burning hotter than before. He bellowed:
"Let's see how much more you can deflect!"
With that, Sword Qi surged once again as Jinggu True Monarch urged his ancient sword to blast successive waves of intertwined strikes—each wave overtaking the one before. Chen Yi's sword blooms multiplied, his arm movements grew larger, sometimes striking and sometimes blocking. Despite these efforts, he still found himself suppressed temporarily. Sword Qi scattered across his face, drawing thin streams of blood from his cheekbone.
Wu Ling True Monarch observed this scene intently. He turned his head to meet Taihe True Monarch's gaze. The two shifted positions, and the array's alignment of Yin and Yang abruptly changed. The golden radiance of the golden-armored immortals dimmed, while a colossal golden sword materialized mid-air!
It was none other than the "Southern Sky Demon-suppressing Sword" mentioned by the immortals earlier. As the array went on the offensive, its power surged with shocking vigor and smashed downward at Chen Yi!
Jinggu True Monarch frowned slightly—not because this sword couldn't kill Chen Yi, but because their duel had not yet reached its climactic phase.
Though a century spent cultivating in the heavens had honed his Sword Intent to its peak, it was still insufficient. To challenge Wu Buxu in a bout of questioning with swords required sharper steel, a true rival—the strongest opponent of his life. What better way to honor the legend who mastered the Sword Dao and ascended as the former number one under heaven? 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
Like a whetstone sharpening jade, Jinggu True Monarch yearned to refine his Sword Intent through this adversary.
Yet now, forced to end it all prematurely, the loss was inevitable.
The colossal golden sword descended from above, crushing wood and stone in its wake. Like a mighty mountain, its weight exuded overwhelming pressure. It hadn't even touched the earth, yet the ground had already sunken into deep ravines.
Chen Yi, bound by Jinggu True Monarch's entangling Sword Qi, found himself with no room to evade. His expression turned grave. Sweat lined his neck.
A chilling sense of death surged upward from his spine.
Even as the sword in his hand danced furiously, the torrent of Sword Qi refused to dissipate entirely. His skin split open in visible wounds, as though subjected to thousands of cuts.
Min Ning, watching from afar, turned pale. How could she not know Chen Yi was hovering on the brink of death? Yet the battlefield left her utterly powerless. If she acted rashly, not only would she plunge herself into danger, but she would disrupt Chen Yi's focus.
Her hand, gripping her blade's hilt, was soaked with sweat.
Min Ning's lips trembled, as though she was about to speak.
"You owe me a debt of gratitude." A voice echoed in her very soul before she could utter a word.
Min Ning's eyes lit up.
She nodded heavily and said, "A thousand times over, I would repay you."
A mocking laugh answered, then fell silent. By the time she came to herself again, the laughter had moved to her face. Abruptly, she no longer held the blade but grasped a sword instead. With a single pressing sword strike, her cold eyes snapped open.
The Wind Cloud Sword chimed as it was unsheathed. After countless years, its inscription bearing "Wind Cloud" once again caught the eye. Zhou Yitang stirred slightly, her thoughts rippling momentarily before she quelled them again.
She murmured, "After this, I shall sleep for a while."
Zhou Yitang had no need to say such a thing, yet she remembered some classic moments Chen Yi had shared with her, deliberately adding this line.
Min Ning answered decisively, "Alright."
As her voice fell, her consciousness came to an abrupt halt, as though submerged in deep slumber.
Zhu Yu—or rather "Min Ning"—turned around, facing the vast, glowing gold heavens before slashing down with her sword!
With her strike, no grand phenomenon could be seen.
Even the immortals commanding the colossal sword didn't notice the blow. They merely felt the airstream splitting, the wind growing slightly fiercer.
Only Jinggu True Monarch's hand hesitated, forcing him to turn sharply and guard himself with his sword.
The torrent of Sword Qi that had been torturing Chen Yi abruptly veered, carving a precise arc that returned to Jinggu True Monarch. Chen Yi wasted no time contemplating, calling upon his "Absolute Peak Treading on Clouds" technique instantly.
When Jinggu True Monarch inexplicably let Chen Yi escape, Wu Ling True Monarch's expression grew enraged as he silently cursed this infuriatingly stubborn True Monarch. Yet within moments, his pupils contracted violently.
Hundreds upon thousands of Sword Qi torrents scattered like grass stalks cut down by a scythe!
Jinggu True Monarch's layered waves of Sword Qi clashed against an invisible Sword Gang but failed to contain the expanding void of consumption. Piece by piece, the Sword Qi was obliterated amidst the heavens. Where prior waves left destruction, the remnants now merely stirred falling leaves—proof that the torrents had been extracted until their absolute end.
Nevertheless, when the Sword Qi finally dissipated entirely, massive wounds burst open on Jinggu True Monarch's body!
Golden blood sprayed, splashing on the ground as blossoms of color. From his right shoulder down to his abdomen ran a ghastly gash. The two True Monarchs stewarding the array turned pale with fright.
Covered in blood, Jinggu True Monarch appeared as though consumed by deathly frenzy.
"To witness the sword armor strike—heaven truly favors me!"
He grasped his sword firmly, blood pouring incessantly, yet his Sword Intent surged onward, growing stronger and fiercer.
How favoring the heavens is...
Sword Dao is like a mountain, and today its summit has finally appeared within reach!
......
At the mountain's peak.
The Sword Gang pressed the feathergrass close to the ground, only to suddenly release an overpowering aura. The feathergrass stood tall in unison, the ground seeming to sprout thousands of swords.
Amidst a cemetery of swords blanketing the earth, an old man with white hair now lifted his head, turning back to look.
A flicker of inscrutable light crossed his clouded pupils. He sighed deeply and murmured:
"It truly is you."
Years apart, that once-promising half-youth had now arrived at the mountain's summit.
