Volume 1, Chapter 113: All Below Void Transformation Can Be Slain
Hundreds of bolts of thunder burst from the Thunderclap Sword, coiling around the blade like silver dragons. They poured from the edge, sinking deep into the ground, plowing furrows that spread outward, splitting the earth for dozens of zhang around him.
Such might was divine.
The power of a Ninth Rank Myriad Realms warrior was indeed extraordinary!
The Zhou emperor and his ministers watching from afar paled. Who could have imagined Shen Chongshan's cultivation would be so fearsome?
"Die!"
Shen Chongshan scanned Lin Yu coldly, then his figure flickered, dashing toward Lin Yu like a silver thunderbolt, trailing a silver streak dozens of zhang long.
In an instant, Shen Chongshan reached Lin Yu. The Thunderclap Sword summoned thunder and slashed down.
Lin Yu willed it, and the Wind Controlling Sword flew from his sea of consciousness. Flames blazed on its edge, a crimson rainbow shooting toward Shen Chongshan.
Boom!
The moment the Wind Controlling Sword clashed with the silver thunder of the Thunderclap Sword, time and space seemed to freeze. Then scarlet flames spread like a tide, drowning the lightning.
Terrifying might fell like mountains. Centered on Lin Yu and Shen Chongshan, the ground collapsed, sinking over seven chi. Cracks spread outward, countless silver snakes writhing within, as fiery ripples radiated, scorching the earth black.
When the ripples dissipated, everyone saw Lin Yu's figure had sunk—his calves buried in the soil—while Shen Chongshan stepped back three paces, leaving deep footprints.
This blow was a draw.
"Unbelievable! The National Preceptor can truly fight a Ninth Rank Myriad Realms warrior with Eighth Rank cultivation!"
"I knew it! With the National Preceptor here, Great Zhou will be safe!"
"Can the National Preceptor slay Shen Chongshan? If the Mysterious Celestial Sect Master falls, will the next to come be a Void Transformation Realm expert?"
The royal advisors were dumbfounded. Though Shen Chongshan was fearsome, Lin Yu was more astonishing—cross-realm battles seemed as easy as eating or drinking.
"You can block my sword. No wonder Junior Brother Peng died by your hand," Shen Chongshan said coldly. "I understand your strength now, but mine exceeds your imagination. Today is your death day—I so decree!"
As he spoke, a proud smile crossed his face. He slowly opened his hand gripping the Thunderclap Sword.
Thunder surged from the blade, which lifted from his palm, becoming a silver thunderbolt circling him, tracing silver arcs.
"Sword cultivator! Oh no, the Mysterious Celestial Sect Master is a sword cultivator...!" The Chief Minister exclaimed in horror.
The Zhou emperor's face turned iron-gray. Seeing them evenly matched, he had hoped the royal family would be saved by the National Preceptor. But Shen Chongshan was a sword cultivator—a fact well-known: sword cultivators were the strongest at the same rank.
As a Ninth Rank Myriad Realms sword cultivator, Shen Chongshan was near-equal to Void Transformation. Lin Yu, a realm lower and also a sword cultivator, was at a grave disadvantage.
This was why Shen Chongshan was confident he could slay Lin Yu: *We are both sword cultivators, but I am stronger. You die, I live.*
Thunder burst from Shen Chongshan. He formed a sword seal with his hand, channeling endless thunder power into it. Pointing at Lin Yu, the circling Thunderclap Sword halted abruptly. The surging thunder on its edge exploded, transforming into a silver rainbow several zhang long, shooting straight at Lin Yu.
A thread of lightning connected the Thunderclap Sword to Shen Chongshan's seal, allowing him to control the sword as if it were his arm. The thunder from his body also poured into the sword through the seal, so long as his spiritual energy lasted.
Lin Yu waved, and the Wind Controlling Sword above the clouds blazed with flames, gathering the intent of fire. Like a crimson dragon, it pounced to meet the silver rainbow of the Thunderclap Sword.
Bang!
Before the Zhou君臣 (emperor and ministers) could see clearly, a violent roar erupted. Everyone felt dizzy and耳鸣 (ear-ringing), the ground shaking violently. They staggered like drunks, barely able to stand. Warriors below Purple Mansion Realm even fell, unable to rise.
Where the swords clashed, a hundred-zhang-long, ten-zhang-wide gully yawned.狂暴的灵力 (raging spiritual energy) became a hurricane, rippling outward,掀起 (lifting) two earth walls that threatened to bury Lin Yu and Shen Chongshan. Their Myriad Realms威压 (prestige) shattered the earth walls.
"Your Majesty! He blocked it! The National Preceptor blocked Shen Chongshan's sword control...!" The Chief Minister shouted joyfully.
"Good! Excellent! The National Preceptor hasn't disappointed me!" The Zhou emperor exhaled in relief, eyes shining.
A flush rose on Lin Yu's face as he looked coldly at Shen Chongshan. The Wind Controlling Sword hovered over him, its scarlet flames exhausted, revealing its original green edge.
Shen Chongshan was the strongest opponent Lin Yu had faced since obtaining the God-Eating Cauldron—higher in cultivation and also a sword cultivator. If he hadn't advanced to Eighth Rank Myriad Realms, he would surely die.
But Shen Chongshan came too late.
Now, Lin Yu could slay any below Void Transformation!
Shen Chongshan channeled endless spiritual energy into the Thunderclap Sword, forming majestic thunder. He was shocked—after unleashing his full sword control, he still couldn't slay Lin Yu, who didn't even seem injured, blocking him with ease.
His eyes hardened: the more formidable Lin Yu was, the more he must die. If Lin Yu lived, once he entered Void Transformation, the Mysterious Celestial Sect would fall.