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Chapter 392 The Nameless Killer Po Jun, Heading to Japan

The feud between Wuming and Pojun can be said to have started the moment Wuming was born.

When Wuming was born, the Sword Sect leader, Jian Hui, sensed his sword energy. So when Wuming was sixteen, he led him to the Sword Tomb where the Hero Sword was located, hoping to be the first to sense the Hero Sword when Wuming sensed it.

Unfortunately, despite all his scheming, the Hero's Sword still failed to fall into Po Jun's hands. From then on, Po Jun harbored resentment towards Wuming and plotted to kill him.

Afterwards, Wuming lost all his martial arts skills, and through a series of coincidences, he joined the Sword Sect.

After joining the Sword Sect, he became friends with his senior brother, Chenfeng. Wuming witnessed Pojun's evil deeds many times but did not know why he did them, so he joined forces with Chenfeng to stop Pojun's evil deeds.

Later, Po Jun's advances to Jie Yu were rejected, so he forcibly took Xiao Yu away, but Wu Ming ruined his plans. Later, Wu Ming married Xiao Yu.

For Yu Pojun, the person he loved was married off to his most hated and greatest enemy. With both old and new grudges combined, he killed his nameless friend Chenfeng in a competition among fellow disciples, resulting in Jianhui severely punishing him by confining him to seclusion for four years.

Later, Wuming asked his master Jianhui for the "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source" technique.

Jian Hui was unwilling, so he challenged Wuming and Pojun to a battle to determine who was the strongest disciple of the Sword Sect, and the winner would receive the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect. In the battle of the Sword Sect's Ice Cellar, Pojun had the advantage of weapons and terrain, and Jian Hui also passed on a secret sword move called "Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage to the Emperor".

Unfortunately, Nameless was always one step ahead. Nameless's final sword strike was intended to kill Po Jun and avenge Chen Feng.

Fearing for Po Jun's safety, Jian Hui threw out a jade pendant that Wu Ming had given as a gift when he became Wu Ming's disciple. Out of loyalty to his master, Wu Ming withdrew his attack at the last moment, allowing Po Jun to survive. To prevent this matter from being revealed, Jian Hui used the "Returning Heaven Ice Technique" to freeze everything.

Inside the Sword Sect cave, apart from the Sword Emperor, the senior of the Sword Sect, and Wuming and Pojun, Jian Hui and the twelve experts who were watching the ceremony were all frozen in ice.

As for Po Jun, he comes from a good family. His father, Jian Hui, is the head of the Sword Sect. He can be said to have grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Although Jian Hui is the sect leader, his martial arts skills are not the strongest, and he has not been able to learn the Sword Sect's highest secret technique—Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin.

Jian Hui herself failed to master the Ten Thousand Swords Return to One technique and achieve fame in the martial world, so she placed all her hopes on her son, Po Jun. Po Jun was quite talented, and at a young age, he was already the number one young master in the Sword Sect, until the appearance of Wuming.

After Wuming appeared, he lived in his shadow. It's a pity that if Jian Hui had been more magnanimous, he might have been able to bring both Wuming and his brother into the Sword Sect at the same time. With the Hero Sword forged by the founder of the Sword Sect, and the fact that the Sword Sect is one of the top sects in the world, it would not have been difficult to take them in.

The Sword Sect possesses both the ultimate sword and the heavenly sword. Which sect in the world can rival the Sword Sect?

However, this person was too selfish. For the sake of his son, he caused the once mighty Sword Sect to decline and Wuming also left, leaving only Pojun alive. Pojun was defeated by Wuming and was left with an indelible scar on his face. After this battle, Pojun lost all his hair, and the hair that grew back was all white.

If Wuming had the entire Sword Sect as his backing, he wouldn't have caused such endless slaughter when he roamed the martial world, wiping out the entire martial world, and ultimately retiring in obscurity.

The plans made for their children are far-reaching, but the costs, whether direct or indirect, are too heavy.

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Outside the town, Po Jun and Wu Ming, two old rivals, stood facing each other, a chilling aura spreading outwards.

One reason is the desire to return all swords to their source, and also to avenge past grievances. The other is the desire to avenge his wife, vowing to kill this man to avenge her.

Those are countless swords... the raging wind is a sword, the dark clouds are a sword, the vast ocean is a sword, the raging waves are a sword.

Wuming put down his erhu and came to Pojun. His weathered face revealed a rare murderous intent. "Come on, I will not show any mercy in this battle."

Po Jun snorted coldly, the long sword behind him was drawn and landed in his hand, his full head of white hair moved without wind, "Hmph, Nameless, I only narrowly lost to you by one move back then, don't think I'm afraid of you now."

Wuming remained silent, but instead activated his power, his own energy pouring out from within, sweeping in all directions, and wherever it passed, everything became a sword.

Po Jun's eyes flashed with coldness, and the sword in his hand trembled incessantly, as if it was about to slip from his grasp, but he forcibly held it down.

At this moment, throughout the Central Plains, all those who practice swordsmanship, regardless of rank, level of skill, or whether they are righteous or evil, find their swords inexplicably and uncontrollably throbbing, producing an extremely piercing sound, like a mournful cry.

Everyone watched in horror, unaware of what had happened.

Su Ming, who was just coming out of the World Society, looked into the distance with a faint smile in his eyes, "The Supreme Heavenly Sword, Nameless has made his move."

In this world, there are very few people who can make Wuming, who has retired to the Zhonghua Pavilion, take action. Apart from Po Jun, there is no one else. The hatred for the murder of his wife is irreconcilable. With Po Jun's death, Wuming can not only avenge his wife's death, but also indirectly avoid the tragic consequence of being secretly poisoned by Po Jun and having his martial arts crippled.

Even if the Godless One, having attained an indestructible golden body, were to invade the Central Plains again, he would still have to overcome the Nameless One's peak. Moreover, they might not even have the chance to come.

Su Ming turned around and glanced at the Tianshan Mountain behind him. He didn't sense any unusual aura and shook his head inwardly. Under that sword strike, Di Shitian was so frightened that he hid. As for Xiong Ba and the purple-robed leader hiding here, he was too lazy to make a move against them. Xiong Ba, who hadn't even fully grown up yet, hadn't even mastered the Three-Part Returning Origin Qi. There was no point in fighting him.

Besides, keeping Xiong Ba around to develop the World Society would save trouble if someone could take over after his death. He would still be useful.

With a series of steps, Su Ming left the Northwest, glanced at Wushuang City in the distance, and then left without looking back. His next stop was the island nation of Japan, far away in the sea.

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"Ten Thousand Swords Pay Homage to the Emperor!"

Facing the nameless Heavenly Sword Realm, Po Jun immediately used a move that was not passed down by the Sword Sect, intending to use it to counter his sword intent. With a turn of the blade, the sword, which was originally about four feet long, seemed to have grown several feet longer as he swung it. On the tip of the sword, a section of azure light flickered and disappeared, stretching and contracting, dazzlingly bright.

But that sword suddenly transformed into hundreds of afterimages, as if dancing out a flower. In an instant, twelve thousand nine hundred and sixty sword energies erupted, each one extremely pure and containing boundless killing intent.

After more than a decade of cultivation, Po Jun's skills were even better than before. He practiced swordsmanship with unparalleled diligence. For so many years, hatred had been eroding his heart. He thought day and night about defeating his enemy and reclaiming his dignity, but he did not understand what kind of opponent he had encountered today.

The reason why geniuses are geniuses is that they can create miracles that are difficult for ordinary people to replicate in a short period of time.

Twelve thousand nine hundred and sixty strikes flew across the sky like an overwhelming tide, repeating endlessly, their killing intent boundless.

However, Wuming joined his two fingers together and thrust forward gently, just like in the past. This thrust was like a gazelle hanging its horns, nowhere to be found, yet it carried a faint sense of sorrow, as if a lone rider charged straight into the center of the army, taking the enemy's head amidst a sea of ​​swords.

The moment this sword was drawn, Po Jun's myriad sword energies became utterly useless, like flashy decorations. The nameless man saw through his attack the instant he made it. Back then, this move was no match for him, and it was no different now.

The wind stopped, and all around was silent, as if everything had come to a standstill.

Po Jun's eyes were glazed over, his fierce gaze lost its luster. He stared blankly at the tip of his ring finger between his eyebrows.

After a long pause, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence, "What's this move called?"

Wuming withdrew his finger, his expression unreadable. "Unspeakable grief!" "Heh, I've lost again!"

Po Jun spoke in a low voice, his bright eyes turning gray, his vitality slowly fading away, as if he had fallen asleep.

The earnest Nameless used a single sword strike to kill his former enemy, Po Jun.

In reality, although the nameless sword did not harm his body, it shattered his spirit with inexplicable grief, leaving only a shell of a body.

Having killed his enemy and avenged his wife, Wuming felt no joy in his heart, but rather a deep sense of loss as he recalled his days at the Sword Sect and the time he spent with his wife.

In his quest to reunite all swords, he turned against his master and fellow disciples, left the Sword Sect, and ultimately caused his wife's death.

The world is full of grudges and affections, which are difficult to sever and impossible to untangle.

A mix of emotions welled up within him. Nameless stood quietly in place, a mysterious aura emanating from his body, and he once again entered a state of enlightenment.

A moment later, when he woke up, a brand new sword move slowly took shape in his mind. He glanced at Po Jun's corpse and whispered, "Let's call this move 'Unspeakable Resentment'."

Immediately, he bought a coffin in the town, froze Po Jun's body with a single palm strike, and placed it inside the coffin.

He and his servant, Ghost Tiger, rode in a carriage to the north.

On the carriage, Wuming was playing the erhu, seemingly lost in its music, unable to extricate himself. However, the mournful erhu music was different from before; it had gained a bit of vitality and was no longer extremely sorrowful.

The master and servant walked on without speaking, keeping their heads down and hurrying along.

As day turned to night and dawn broke, the two continued their leisurely journey, passing through town after town, climbing hills and mountains, and crossing shallow streams and great rivers.

Who would have thought that this journey would last a full month?

In the desolate northern wilderness, the wind and frost relentlessly assail us 365 days a year, making spring a distant dream. The endless snow transforms into countless deep, piercing blades, slashing and thrusting left and right.

For miles around, there was no sign of human habitation. Wild trees were extremely scarce. Apart from the boundless silvery white landscape, only dark rocks protruding from the snow remained, their surfaces sculpted by the relentless winds and snows over thousands of years, revealing a deathly stillness. This place was not only a land of ice and snow, but also a dead land.

Amidst a howling, all-encompassing blizzard, a tiny, inconspicuous vortex of wind suddenly appeared, and then, out of nowhere, two people and a carriage appeared on the desolate, snow-covered ground.

Wuming had his servants wait outside, then carried the coffin closer. A moment later, a small hall came into view, with the Sword Sect's plaque hanging at the top.

This was the place where he and Po Jun fought their final battle back then.

Today, this place has become a forbidden area of ​​the Sword Sect, and no one sets foot here.

As Wuming stepped into the forbidden area of ​​the Sword Sect, he immediately felt a bone-chilling cold that lingered for a long time, several times more intense than the icy snow outside.

Inside the cave, twelve giant pillars stand tall, supporting that area of ​​heaven and earth.

The twelve giant pillars are all engraved with the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, as well as the twelve zodiac animals, distributed in a staggered and irregular arrangement. Moreover, each pillar is also covered with countless sharp swords, each sword piercing deep into the pillar with overwhelming force, and cracks spreading far and wide like spider webs throughout the entire stone pillar, which shows how tragic the battle was back then.

Under such circumstances, the stone pillars did not collapse because there was a master holding them up under each pillar. However, these people, along with the twelve stone pillars, were frozen in ice, their expressions and movements frozen in the last moment of their lives.

If these people were to appear in the martial arts world, they would surely cause a huge uproar, because they are all local leaders.

These people died here silently, simply because Jian Hui did not want the outcome of this battle to be known throughout the martial world.

Wuming walked in and bowed to these people on the way. To him, these people were all his seniors, but they had suffered the undeserved disaster caused by him and Pojun, and even lost their lives here. It was only right and proper that he bowed to them.

Following the stagnant gazes of those people, one could see a sword frozen in mid-air, its blade, edge, and hilt forming a perfectly straight line. The sword, which should have been thin, long, and flexible, showed no bending whatsoever, demonstrating the sword's unprecedented sharpness and unstoppable momentum.

However, this sword was ultimately frozen, and a jade ring was placed perfectly on its tip. The pillar to which the sword had been aimed had a human-shaped indentation carved three-tenths of an inch into the stone, making it the only spot in the entire hall that was not frozen.

In the center of the main hall, there was another old man with long hair and a thick beard, who was also frozen in ice, sitting cross-legged. His eyes were fixed on the sword in the air, and his hand was in a throwing gesture. The jade ring that caught the sword in the air was thrown by him.

Seeing these, the scene of this battle from decades ago reappears before my eyes, clearly visible once again.

The nameless man remained silent for a long time, then put down the coffin. With a "thud," the coffin landed on the ground, making a sound. He went to the old man, knelt down on both knees, and kowtowed three times heavily.

The person before him was Jian Hui, the former head of the Sword Sect and also his master.

Po Jun had to die, but Wuming was a man who cherished old friendships. He didn't harm Po Jun's body, but instead took him back to the place of their decisive battle years ago, wanting to bury the father and son together.

This can be considered his final words to his master.

After kowtowing, Wuming took down the frozen longsword from mid-air and gently swung it a few times, creating a deep ice pit. He also carved out an ice coffin and placed his master Jianhui's body inside.

The huge pit could hold two coffins. After placing the coffins down, he put his sword in them, burying his past self. After doing this, he circulated his palm, and the ice pit returned to its original shape. He did not erect a tombstone, so as not to disturb his master and the others from future generations.

After burying his master and son, Wuming took down the remains of twelve more masters and buried them one by one. He knew the identities of these people, but he had no intention of sending them back to their respective factions.

When you die, you return to dust and ashes.

After doing all this, he took two metal pieces off his body, put his hands together, and the metal pieces turned into a key. He passed through the cave and went to the deepest part, where the Sword Sect's most profound sword technique, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin, was located.

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In Japan, various factions vie for supremacy, numerous schools of thought emerge, and there are many masters among them.

In this small, tiny place, the most widely circulated story is the battle three hundred years ago. At that time, Huangfu Jian, the leader of the Central Plains Holy Sword Sect, traveled to Japan to challenge the Japanese sword saint "Yagyu Muki". One was a sword saint from the Central Plains, and the other was a sword saint from Japan.

Huangfu Jian narrowly lost, and the Japanese Sword Saint won the victory. This battle has been talked about in the Japanese martial arts world for hundreds of years.

On the shores of the East China Sea, Su Ming gazed at the land island nation before him, a hint of coldness in his eyes.

The sun rises over this tiny island nation, and here I come!
(End of this chapter)