Chapter 465 - The Ruthless Autumn Water

The whistling of the gale continued to resonate against a backdrop of fluttering snow. Mo Jinyan was still laughing but in the next moment, he detected a surging murderous aura behind him. He slowly turned around and saw Xiao Chen, now back on his feet. He looked at the trembling Autumn Water Sword in Xiao Chen’s hand, a smirk crossing his face.

Quite a few spectators cried out, “Autumn Water Sword! The sword from the Thousand Feathers Sword! Ranked third on the Tome of Legendary Weapons!”

Surprised cries erupted into ear-piercing sounds. The three youngsters wiped away their tears with force and shouted, “Good luck, Brother Chen!”

Xiao Chen was holding the Autumn Water Sword, pointing its sharp end at the ground. A white glow was flickering indistinctly at the tip of the sword. Xiao Chen’s messy hair was dancing wildly behind his head. Even though there was a bloodstain on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were so sharp that they invoked fear in those looking at him.

Su Yue was smiling. “What an unexpected twist. Xiaoyue from the Thousand Feathers Sect actually lent him her Autumn Water Sword.” Su Ying continued to hold his hands behind his back, looking a little more relaxed this time. He nodded but made no comment.

None-flower Dust shook his feathered fan and clicked his tongue. “He’d rather show off than use the Sword of the Southern Vermillion Bird. As expected of him.”

Yi Tong laughed. “That’s not it. Didn’t Brother Xiao make himself clear last night? He’s merely borrowing the strength of the Formation Spirit Li Xie to use the Vermillion Bird Sword. It’s not his possession. Since he hasn’t made an agreement beforehand, he naturally can’t use it.”

Ziyun’er had also relaxed a fair amount. She said with a giggle, “Li Xie is very conceited, even more so than Evernight.”

Qingluan was still frowning. She cast the faraway Xiaoyue a look. The latter was standing under a tree, her cyan robe fluttering in the wind. Her face was as calm as still water, without any emotion. Qingluan couldn’t quite understand the meaning behind Xiaoyue’s action.

In the arena, Xiao Chen’s momentum continued to climb. His clothes were rustling noisily in the wind. Below, Chu Lingjiao was breaking out in cold sweat. If Mo Jinyan lost, she would have to hand over the fourth volume of the Heartless Cultivation Method. It was no big deal to hand it over, for she had its contents memorized, but she must never let it fall into Huangfu Xin’er’s hands.

Mo Jinyan glanced at the Autumn Water Sword in Xiao Chen’s hand and sneered. “The third-place Autumn Water Sword is indeed ranked above my Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword, but don’t forget that I’ve cultivated with my sword for more than ten years. We formed a connection a long time ago. You, on the other hand? Did you think a borrowed sword can help you win against my Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword?”

“Is that so? Then let’s give it a test…” Xiao Chen’s voice was low. He slowly raised his arm, and instantly, gale began picking up and sent snow swirling in the air. It was as if every last bit of Immortal’s power in the world was being sucked into this storm. The potent ancient Immortal’s power had everyone holding their breath.

Right at this moment, Mo Jinyan also detected this surging ancient Immortal’s power. His eyes became even sharper as he yelled, “Northern Dark Divine Sword!”

“Swoosh!” The Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword emitted a bright cyan light that enveloped a radius of a thousand feet as it charged at Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen swung his sword, and the Autumn Water Sword also erupted with a thousand-feet-long ray of light. Both swords met in a collision.

“Clang!” A loud collision sound rang throughout the summit, thundering so loudly that everyone’s eardrums split. Layer upon layer of snow flew up from the ground. This time, however, it was the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword that was sent flying. Xiao Chen, with the Autumn Water Sword in hand, stood firmly without taking a single step backward.

Mo Jinyan caught his rebounded sword as he continued to retreat backward. When he regained his footing, he yelled through gritted teeth, “Impossible!” He then made a beeline for Xiao Chen with his sword.

“Clank!” Their swords met, producing sparks from the tip of their blades. Their hair was fluttering in the wind. Mo Jinyan’s eyes were steely. “You’re just borrowing strength from the Thousand Feathers Sect’s sword. So what if you win against me today? But you can’t win anyway!” He made a strong push forward. Xiao Chen felt both his arms sinking from the pressure and hastily took several steps in retreat.

“Hehe!” A sneer crossed Mo Jinyan’s face. He said in a sharp voice, “So what if you work hard? You pitiful creatures without background or status will eventually be trampled under someone’s feet! You will never be able to change your fate! There’s no point in your struggle!”

Xiao Chen’s eyes were similarly sharp. “It’s because we don’t have background and status that we have to work ten times as hard as others! What do you even know?” He suddenly punched Mo Jinyan in the abdomen. A loud explosion resounded as he sent Mo Jinyan flying more than a hundred feet high.

“Oh!” The crowd cried out in surprise. This was clearly a battle of swords, so why did one party start resorting to rough tactics like punching?

Before Mo Jinyan could steady his footing, Xiao Chen once again ran up to his face. This time, Xiao Chen seemed like he was being lit up with surging flames of anger. He yelled, “If everyone without background and status in this world thinks the same way you do, why do we even need to cultivate? Why do we even live for?” He raised his leg and landed a kick straight on Mo Jinyan’s abdomen.

“Kaboom!”

This kick carried the weight of a mountain. Mo Jinyan was kicked more than a hundred feet away and landed hard on the snowed-on ground. Below the arena, White-brow Solitarian finally frowned.

“Hehe!” Mo Jinyan climbed back to his feet and wiped the bloodstain on the corner of his mouth. He looked at Xiao Chen above and let out a sharp sneer. “Is that all your tenfold effort amounts to…?”

Suddenly, he leaped into the air and slid his finger across the blade of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. He yelled, “I sacrifice my blood to the sword!”

Blood instantly dyed the sword red. The vital force began surging back and forth high up in the sky. The crowd below gasped in shock. The so-called blood sacrifice to one’s sword meant that the cultivator would cast a seal with the lifespan of his Essence Blood as a sacrifice and use the enhanced sword to counter his enemy.

However, the consequences were grave, so even Devil’s sects’ cultivators were also wary about using it. If one could run, one would surely do so before resorting to such a technique.

Under the arena, Chu Lingjiao and the handful of Mo family members were turning pale from fright. Mo Jinyan was really putting his life on the line for this battle. They watched as his eyes turned redder and redder. His body, alongside his sword, was glowing with a strange blood-red light.

The wind whistled and Mount Wuyue trembled. Mo Jinyan abruptly yelled, “Northern Dark Divine Sword!”

Mount Wuyue shook with tremendous force. The Northern Dark Sword emitted a high-pitched bird’s cry and transformed into a massive cyan-colored bird. The bird, now twice as large as before, charged at Xiao Chen. Its eyes were a terrifying red. The entire summit was rocking from the surging of the mystic force and the weaker cultivators below were sent flying.

Everyone turned pale from fear. The older cultivators put up barriers. This sword attack was as strong as that of a Grand Completion Realm cultivator. Even White-brow Solitarian was gasping from shock. To be honest, not even he could withstand this attack. This attack had enough power to exterminate the world; it was bound to snuff out both Xiao Chen’s life and soul!

Huangfu Xin’er’s face couldn’t get any paler. The three youngsters were dumbstruck. Gui Xian clenched his hands hard. None-flower Dust and Yi Tong were frowning. The twelve ladies of the Hidden Fragrance Wafting Under The Moon tried to fly up to the arena, but the might of the Northern Dark Divine Sword forced them back to where they were.

Right at this moment, everyone’s eyes were on Xiao Chen. Yet, all they saw was Xiao Chen giving the Autumn Water Sword a nonchalant glance before tossing it into the air. He then closed his eyes.

The crowd was stunned, wondering what the hell was he doing. The next thing they knew, a lingering voice began resounding in the air. The voice was sorrowful, so heart-wrenching that everyone who heard it couldn’t help but shed tears. It was as if the voice was the only one left in this world. It was as if the only thing left in this world was the young man who was slowly chanting with his eyes closed.

“In remembrance of the past, where the wind blows at dawn and the moon wanes. The dream feels like it was just yesterday. Lasting hatred needs not to be endured. Only the desolation of the quiet autumn remains…”

When the last word left his mouth, a tear fell from his eye. The world seemed to slow down at this moment as if time had come to a standstill. It was as if time had returned to thousands of years ago. The world seemed to have lost its color at this point, becoming a black-and-white silent movie. The teardrop started falling on the Autumn Water Sword, reflecting the words on the blade: Nishang, Yichen.

“Drip…” The teardrop finally hit the blade and produced a sound that everyone could hear. That sound shattered everyone’s hearts.

“Autumn Water—ruthless!” Xiao Chen’s eyes flew open and the Autumn Water Sword instantly emitted a blinding white light. Following the cry of a bird, the sword aimed for the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword, leaving a 30,000-meter-long, trailing light.

The world instantly lost its color. Under the surging of the vital force of heaven and earth, the wind picked up to form a storm. Snow filled the air. The Autumn Water Sword once again let out a cry, but this time, it wasn’t the cry of the sword, but the cry of the divine bird. The sword had turned into an ancient divine bird with snow-white feathers. Its feathered tail fluttered in the air, like clouds that covered the sky for 5,000 kilometers.

Under the arena, everyone was all crying out in surprise. “Sword Spirit! It’s the Spirit of the Autumn Water Sword! The ancient divine bird, the white luan!”

Xiaoyue felt a jolt of shock. She held her breath, her eyes wide open. She looked like she had seen something unbelievable. Even though the Autumn Water Sword had been passed on from generation to generation in the Thousand Feathers Sect, their ancestral master Qianyu Nishang was the only one who ever summoned its Sword Spirit. How did Xiao Chen pull this off?!

The white luan cried. Its eyes looked like the eyes of the most beautiful woman in the world. Staring at the oncoming Northern Dark Cyan Bird, it spread its wings and slammed right into the former.

“Kaboom!”

It felt as if a thousand layers of energy had formed in the sky above, scattering the clouds for 5,000 kilometers. The entire Mount Wuyue was shaking so hard that it threatened to collapse.

The Northern Dark Cyan Bird emitted a high-pitched, painful cry. Blue veins protruded on Mo Jinyan’s face as he summoned all the True Energy inside his body and tried his best to support his sword. However, the white luan was once again slamming into the cyan-colored bird. This time, it knocked its enemy into dust.

“Clang!” A crisp sound resonated as the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword broke into half under the weight of the Autumn Water Sword’s attack. Mo Jinyan coughed out blood before falling, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.

“Thud!” A muffled sound rang out when Mo Jinyan hit the snowed-on ground. Blood gushed out from his mouth like a leaky faucet. His eyes were wide open with dissatisfaction as he stared at Xiao Chen in the air, but he couldn’t even say a word.

Both the humans and the wind on the summit quieted down. No one said anything. The Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword was damaged and its Sword Spirit heavily injured. Mo Jinyan had even used blood sacrifice earlier, which meant that he was now half-dead.

Xiao Chen landed back on the ground with the Autumn Water Sword in hand. He walked across the snowed-on ground, approaching Mo Jinyan with every step. His eyes were terrifyingly cold, emitting a sharp light. A quiet murderous aura slowly emerged from his pupils.

Xiao Chen must exterminate this man, for this was the patron backing Chu Lingjiao up. Mo Jinyan would surely harm Huangfu Xin’er in the future. His eyes turned even colder. It was at this moment that Mo Jinyan truly felt the murderous intent in his pupils.

Below the arena, White-brow Solitarian detected Xiao Chen’s murderous aura and cried out, “Stop, my friend!” It was too late. Xiao Chen ignored him and aimed for Mo Jinyan’s neck with his sword. His attack was decisively fatal, yet it was at this moment that a majestic power emerged from the southwest direction and attacked him.