Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 107: Sword Qi Pierces the Sky, The Unparalleled Sword Cultivator Takes Flight with Sword Control!
"Kid, have you seen a woman— Holy shit, Ning Xuan!"
A fierce and menacing voice came from behind, but by the time Ning Xuan turned, it was filled with pure terror.
"Young... Young Master Ning, I’m just a guide! They’re the ones looking for someone, I... I’ll be leaving now!"
No sooner had the man spoken than he was already over a hundred feet away.
PFFT!
A flash of sword light streaked past, and the man was decapitated.
CLANG!
A young man sheathed his sword, squinting at Ning Xuan. "So, you’re Ning Xuan? I heard your Sword Dao Cultivation can’t even match Ning Yang’s. What do you think of that strike?"
Ning Xuan nodded. "Not bad."
The young man laughed wildly. "Hahaha! Draw your sword! Let me see your legendary Sword Dao!"
"Young Master, you mustn’t be careless!" one of his retainers warned.
"That’s right, Young Master! He’s on the Heavenly Mandate List..." the other added.
"Silence! I, Wu Ming, began learning the sword at three, achieved mastery of Sword Qi at twelve, and manifested my Sword Intent for all to see at fourteen..."
The retainers’ mouths twitched. One of them couldn’t help but interrupt, "Young Master, in truth, it was because the lord couldn’t bear to—"
"Ahem! Young Master, you are hailed as the ’Junior Sword God,’ destined to surpass the Sword God himself! This man isn’t worthy of your attention!" the other retainer quickly cut in.
Their young master was perfect in every way, except for his crippling arrogance. While his talent in the Sword Dao was undeniable, there was still a significant gap between him and the true Sword God.
Ning Xuan watched the entire exchange with cold indifference, saying nothing. Something about these three feels very wrong.
"Hahaha, now that’s what I like to hear! Give me your sword," Wu Ming said, growing even more conceited as he beckoned to the second retainer.
"Young Master, this..."
"I said, switch! This sword of mine is a famous Divine Sword from the Divine Weapons List! It would be bullying to use it on him!" Wu Ming commanded in a tone that permitted no refusal.
The man dared not disobey, and the two quickly exchanged swords.
"Ning Xuan, I won’t take advantage of you. Draw your sword!" Wu Ming declared, pointing his sheathed blade at Ning Xuan with boundless contempt.
SWOOSH!
Without a word, Ning Xuan lunged.
CLANG!
With a sharp ring of metal on metal, Wu Ming staggered back three steps. Ning Xuan’s sword shattered into pieces.
Wu Ming roared with laughter, while his two retainers shared a triumphant sneer.
"Ning Xuan, oh Ning Xuan, you didn’t expect this, did you? The sword I hold now is the true Divine Sword!" Wu Ming gloated. "And that parry just now wasn’t my strongest move! My greatest strength is my speed! I know you’re fast, but with this Divine Sword in hand, I only need to draw it an inch to block any attack you make!"
The sword he held defensively across his chest, its cold light glinting, had only been drawn half an inch from its scabbard. That was all it took to block the thrust Ning Xuan had aimed at his throat.
This guy had been acting from the very beginning! His goal was clear: to lull me into a false sense of security!
"What a despicable... sword," Ning Xuan said, his eyes fixed on the blade in Wu Ming’s hand.
Wu Ming’s face beamed with pride as he drew the sword completely with a resonant SHING. The dazzling light and terrifying sharpness seemed to make the very heavens and earth pale in comparison.
"This sword is called Spirit Surpass, ranked seventh on the Eastern Cang Divine Weapons List! My Sword Dao may be inferior to yours, but with this, I can easily bridge the gap!" A fearsome, sharp aura began to emanate from Wu Ming. The Spirit Surpassing Sword in his hand hummed intensely, seemingly eager for battle.
"Ning Xuan, any last words?" Wu Ming asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
SWOOSH!
Ning Xuan vanished.
In the next moment, Wu Ming froze, his expression turning to one of utter disbelief. The Spirit Surpassing Sword was gone from his hand. Staring at his empty palm and then back at Ning Xuan, he and his two retainers were completely stunned.
How is Ning Xuan so much faster than before?
"Acting? Anyone can do that," Ning Xuan chuckled, lightly running his fingers along the flat of the Spirit Surpassing Sword. The blade, which had been seething with wild and rampant Sword Qi, instantly grew calm and still.
PFFT!
Wu Ming coughed up a mouthful of lifeblood, his face turning ashen as his eyes widened in horror. This sword had been his third birthday present. On that day, his father had personally forced out a drop of his own lifeblood to make it Wu Ming’s bonded companion sword. That was a full twenty years ago! After two decades of being nourished by his lifeblood, no one—not even his closest kin—should have been able to wield it. Yet, with a single, simple gesture, Ning Xuan had erased the connection between him and his sword.
"You... what kind of technique is this?!" Wu Ming demanded, staring at Ning Xuan, completely forgetting to wipe the blood from his lips.
As for his two retainers, the smiles had long since vanished from their faces.
We have to run! Ning Xuan’s strength is terrifying, and now he can even erase the lifeblood imprint on the Spirit Surpassing Sword. With this power boost, we stand no chance. If we don’t run, we will definitely die!
"You should probably handle your own affairs first," Ning Xuan said, nodding his chin toward Wu Ming.
The moment Wu Ming moved, his two retainers grabbed him, one on each side.
"What are you doing?! Are you insane?!" Wu Ming roared in fury. He had never imagined his own men would betray him.
"We’re sorry, Young Master," one said. "We want to live."
The other quickly turned to Ning Xuan. "Young Master Ning, our young master is from a family of sword-forgers! The three top powers are all clients of the Wu Family, and he is the lord’s only heir. If you kill him, there will be no place left for you on this continent!"
They spoke one after the other, their roles clearly divided.
"Have you two considered the possibility that Young Master Lou Yu of Su Yue Zhuai took a fancy to your master’s Spirit Surpassing Sword and killed him for it?"
As the two retainers froze in stunned silence, a flash of sword light sliced through the air. They pushed their speed to the absolute limit, desperate to dodge, but Ning Xuan’s blade was simply too fast. The timing of his strike was perfect.
The outcome was never in doubt.
SHLICK!
Three heads flew into the air as fountains of blood erupted from the headless corpses.
"If you had actually fought back, I might have had to put in some effort," Ning Xuan said, shaking his head. "Turns out you were just a bunch of cowards."
As for framing Lou Yu, I was just bluffing. To think they actually fell for it.
After collecting three more Storage Rings, Ning Xuan found a good amount of Element Crystals and a Sword Pill. Playing with the Sword Pill, he quickly grasped its secrets, making it switch back and forth between a sharp blade and a ring.
"With this, I can set Spirit Surpass aside for now."
Growing fonder of the new trinket, Ning Xuan immediately stored the Spirit Surpassing Sword in his Stone Command, keeping only the Sword Pill in his hand.
「Cloud Floating Mountain」
This was the location of the Sword Tomb of the Wu Family, a lineage of sword-forgers. For over a hundred years, the Wu Family had nurtured their swords here.
A middle-aged man materialized on the mountain’s peak, his body shrouded in Sword Qi and a murderous aura that pierced the heavens. "Whoever dares to kill my son, I will forge your very soul into a demonic sword, to suffer eternal damnation!"
VMMMM! VMMMM! VMMMM!
Within the Sword Tomb, countless long swords began to hum and vibrate. A terrifying aura filled the air, so potent that even a King Realm expert would be instantly shredded into countless pieces upon entering.
PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!
One stream of Sword Qi after another pierced through the rock from deep within Cloud Floating Mountain, shooting toward the sky! From a distance, it looked as if countless silver rivers were pouring down from the High Heaven, connecting the sky and the earth in a spectacular display.
Immediately afterward, stream after stream of sword light cascaded down from the mountainside.
In their pursuit of powerful swords, countless elite Sword Cultivators had willingly chosen to train on Cloud Floating Mountain.
At this moment, over a hundred Sword Cultivators descended the mountain using Sword Control
