Chapter 210: Fourth Sword Master, Please Make Way

Chapter 210: Fourth Sword Master, Please Make Way

The scene rewinds.

In the distance, Chu Xiu lies sprawled on the black stone tablet, his clothes in tatters. He flails his limbs furiously, as if paddling through invisible waters, his laughter carried on the wind, wild and unrestrained.

On the shore, silence reigns.

No one speaks.

They are at a loss, unable to find words—or even an appropriate adjective—to describe the sheer shock surging through their hearts.

Not long after reaching the shore, the surviving Great Saints from the various human factions, all who had narrowly escaped disaster, exchanged uneasy glances. Their eyes held a mixture of fear, terror, and disbelief.

The way everyone regarded the Taisu Holy Land had fundamentally changed.

There was admiration, certainly. But there was also an unmistakable undercurrent of fear.

The Holy Son of Taisu... was truly terrifying.

How many powerful beings had perished in this wave? The demons and barbarians would undoubtedly be spitting blood in fury and despair.

Yet, despite the devastation, most of the human race couldn't help but celebrate.

Except, of course, for the Endless Sword Domain.

The Third Sword Master stood stiffly, his gaze locked on Lei He, his expression fluctuating between rage and uncertainty.

The Fourth Sword Master, one of their own Great Saints, had been among those swept away in the chaos.

Turning sharply, he fixed Qi Mengdie with a cold stare. "Master Yunxia, you planned this from the start. Why did you let the Fourth Sword Master charge in without stopping him? Don't you owe me an explanation?"

Qi Mengdie's strikingly beautiful face remained calm, her expression untouched by his accusation.

"The Fourth Sword Master moved too quickly," she replied coolly. "I didn't have time to intervene. If I had acted hastily, it could have jeopardized the entire plan."

Her voice grew sharper, undercutting the Third Sword Master's anger. "Was it the Fourth Sword Master's fault that my disciple risked their life to lure the monsters into the trap? Would you rather I abandon the strategy entirely for one man?"

Before the Third Sword Master could retort, the Tianxing Peak Master seized the moment to interject, his tone conciliatory.

"Third Sword Master, consider the outcome. We sacrificed one Great Saint, but in return, we eliminated nearly thirty of the monsters' Great Saints. That is a victory, not a loss."

He paused, his voice softening. "Besides, the Fourth Sword Master might still survive..."

Other factions quickly stepped in to diffuse the tension, echoing similar sentiments.

Great Sage Qingyu and Great Sage Niutou opened their mouths, but no words came out. It was as if something had lodged in their throats, rendering them speechless.

"If Chu Xiu were really that easy to deal with," muttered Great Sage Qingyu bitterly, "I'd have killed him back in Shangjing City."

Thousand Faces True Lord let out a sardonic laugh, his voice dripping with mockery. "Oh, so now you're surprised? You really thought bringing more people would keep you from capsizing?"

He sneered again, his tone growing sharper. "I warned them to retreat quickly, but what did they do? Mocked me. And now look at them—being slaughtered one by one. Are you happy now?"

Qingyu's face darkened, and he snapped, "Enough, Qianmian! Stop rubbing salt in the wound."

"Who could've known Chu Xiu was this ruthless?" Qingyu continued grimly. "Right now, we should focus on rescuing the remaining Great Saints."

"Rescue?" Great Sage Niutou grimaced, his hand absently rubbing one of his horns. "Yes, yes, Qianmian, you're so clever. What do you suggest we do, then?"

Thousand Faces True Lord rolled his eyes and gestured toward the distant river of thunder and magma. "You're asking me? Look at that inferno!"

His sneer returned. "Who in their right mind would dive in there to save someone?"

"One goes, one dies," he continued, his voice flat. "Even the Holy King would be hard-pressed to survive this. And you expect me to step in?"

Niutou grimaced, understanding the futility of his question but unable to suppress his frustration. "So, what now? Do we just stand here and watch them perish, one after another?"

Thousand Faces True Lord shrugged, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "There's nothing we can do. Mark my words, once the thunder tribulation ends, the Holy King Overlord will personally deal with Chu Xiu. The human race won't stand idly by either.

"As for us? The next Holy King battle won't be fought on our turf. We'll just sit back, stay out of harm's way, and enjoy the show."

With that, he turned his attention toward the Forgotten River, where a lone figure lay sprawled on a black stone tablet. His eyes narrowed in thought.

"Chu Laoliu," he muttered under his breath. "Your plan couldn't possibly be this crude. What's your real goal?"

"Chu Xiu, you and I are both human! Why are you chasing me?!"

The Fourth Sword Master stumbled, his clothes in tatters and his body scorched. Wisps of green smoke rose from his singed head. His lips were gone, leaving his teeth bared in a grotesque snarl. Spittle flew as he spoke, adding to his wretched appearance.

Behind him, a mere mile away, Chu Xiu floated atop the black stone tablet, grinning lazily. His limbs paddled so rapidly that they blurred, creating no discernible afterimage.

"Senior Fourth Sword Master, you misunderstand," Chu Xiu called out with mock sincerity. "I'm not chasing you. I'm just passing by."

"Get out of the way!"

Boom—

Another purple thunder waterfall crashed down.

"Ahhhhh!"

The Fourth Sword Master screamed, his flesh and blood evaporating under the relentless strikes. His bones began to crack and splinter.

Through gritted teeth, he howled, "Chu… Xiu… I'll get you… Uncle…"

Chu Xiu, maintaining a careful distance, tilted his head, his voice dripping with false concern. "Oh dear, Senior Fourth Sword Master, what's happening to you? Didn't I tell you not to do bad things? See what happens when you don't listen? Struck by lightning!"

He smirked. "Now step aside, or you'll get hurt again."

The thunder waterfall passed, leaving the Fourth Sword Master as little more than a skeletal figure. His hollow eyes stared at Chu Xiu, his jaw moving in a strange, gurgling attempt to form words.

Boom—

The third thunder waterfall descended with unrelenting force.

The Fourth Sword Master disintegrated, his body turning to ash, his soul obliterated.

Chu Xiu let out a satisfied chuckle, the corners of his mouth curling upward. "Old man, you've been annoying me for too long. Finally, you're gone. Hope it was worth it."

Turning his head, his gaze locked onto a new target. His grin widened, and his voice carried a sinister glee.

"Ah, it's you, Qianye's sister. Heh… You're next."