Night without Borders

Chapter 460 Sword Slaying the Celestial Being

On the beach, Qin Ming stood against the night wind, his black hair fluttering, his handsome face gleaming with starlight. His voice boomed like thunder, shattering the night fog and causing wave after wave to surge into the sky, deafeningly loud.

"Gengyu!" shouted the old man Yu Botao, who had just spoken. His full head of silver hair stood on end like arrows. He was furious and his eyes were bloodshot.

Among the seven people whose heads were cut off was his youngest grandson. The young man who accompanied him on this trip had come to claim credit, and this journey to the mortal realm would, without him even realizing it, enrich his resume and reputation.

It should be noted that with the resurgence of the "old faction" in Yujing, internal competition is quite fierce.

Whether it's climbing the Tree of Great Dao, entering the "Celestial Magnetic Nest" to enhance one's spiritual field, or receiving preferential treatment in resources, there are quite a few prodigies queuing up.

Those who don't perform well will be placed at the back of the queue, even if they want to take shortcuts.

According to the information he extracted from the new list, the Realm Master is a young man who has just reached the second realm of perfection. Although he is an incredible genius, he is limited by his realm. Whether he is politely invited to ascend to heaven or forcibly bound and sent to the heavens, there is no danger.

However, people are dying right now, and some of them are direct descendants of certain powerful families in the heavens.

"Form ranks, encircle and annihilate!" Yu Botao's eyes blazed with fire, his silver hair stood on end, and his consciousness shone brightly, making him resemble a giant, burning fireball.

Without his orders, everyone present had already sprung into action. Seven people had died instantly after people from the heavens descended to earth; this was no small matter.

They didn't immediately unleash the magic chains because they discovered that the large umbrella of surging black mist was entangled with runes of order, indicating that it had once been "tattooed".

Qin Ming was even more decisive and swift than them. Once he decided to make a move, he couldn't stop. Killing seven people was just his "starting move".

This is just the beginning; he has no intention of stopping.

"Ah!" A young man screamed as a bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows. The Pure Yang Flying Sword pierced through his skull as easily as tearing through a window.

Immediately, a flash of light appeared, and another woman fell backward onto the beach, her temples pierced through, blood gushing out.

This was after seven people had died, which gave the group some preparation, but people still fell one after another.

With a clang, a five-colored shield appeared in front of the tenth person. It was a rare and precious treasure that actually blocked the first strike of the Nine-Colored Sword Fiend. One can imagine how extraordinary this shield was.

However, as the Nine-Colored Sword Aura surged, its sword energy crisscrossing and shaking the sea, causing towering waves, the Five-Colored Shield was cleaved in two by the Primordial Sword Aura with a crack.

As the sword flashed, the slender girl behind the five-colored shield split open from her brow down, blood seeping out rapidly. With a soft thud, her body was cleaved in two, each part falling to either side.

"Qinghe!" An old woman, leaning on her cane, was trembling slightly. Her favorite descendant had just collapsed.

Her name was Wen Yuning. Her hunched body immediately straightened up, and the cane in her hand emitted a dragon's roar, causing a huge, enormous phantom dragon to rise up and fill the void.

Qin Ming remained silent and killed ten people in succession. Only then was his attack speed slowed down by a layer of light barrier, which was a series of overlapping magic arrays.

The young and old men on the opposite side each held a large flag and quickly set up a murderous Immortal Locking Formation.

The night was gentle, and blue fiery springs surged in the sea, mingling together, creating a crystal-clear appearance, like a large number of shimmering blue gemstones fused together.

The sea breeze carried the stench of blood. As the young people from the heavens descended to earth for the first time, ten people instantly fell permanently on the shore.

Beside Qin Ming, the yellow parasol, now enlarged, hovered in the night sky, capturing the spiritual entities of the three people who had just been killed and merging them into the parasol's surface.

From the canopy to the shaft, it is carved with dragons and phoenixes, inscribed with characters, and accompanied by cloud patterns. The entire umbrella is yellow and golden, a typical important item in the imperial procession.

It rotates slowly, as if dragons and phoenixes are singing in harmony, surrounded by starlight, exuding a majestic aura.

Standing under the canopy, Qin Ming, though young, exuded an imposing aura, like a young monarch on his journey.

In this night market, he had already achieved considerable success in his first sword trial today. Facing the dazzling array of magic formations, he paused.

"Are you satisfied?" he asked the magical artifact that was rotating on its own above his head.

"Not bad, but next time you should go easy on them. With just one sweep of the sword aura, their souls are about to disintegrate, making them much weaker than before." The aura of the yellow umbrella was noticeably stronger, and the fluctuations it emitted were clearer than before.

What he said was true. Qin Ming unleashed all nine swords, merging them into one, achieving true perfection. This would cause a sensation no matter where it was placed.

Such a Primordial Sword Fiend is a product of rare celestial light transformation and sublimation. When it kills an opponent, it will naturally also severely damage the opponent's consciousness and spiritual light, just like the blazing sun shining down, which is extremely lethal to the soul.

Qin Ming glanced at it and said, "Your standards are quite high. Don't even mention me, look at you. Your form has already changed, shouldn't your aura change accordingly? The thick black mist you cast down almost engulfed me. What kind of imperial procession is this? It's more like a demon from the abyss making its way."

This is true. Although the yellow parasol is golden in color, with starlight appearing, dragon shadows soaring, and phoenixes circling, it is actually filled with dark light, which is quite eerie.

“Yes!” It emitted a faint ripple as it turned, acknowledging the suggestion.

“Geng Yu…”

"Qinghe!"

Within the magic array, Yu Botao resembled a silver old lion, his silver hair disheveled, his sword pointing at Qin Ming, his entire body burning with dazzling runic light.

The old woman, Wen Yuning, also experienced a surge of pure Yang consciousness, shining like a golden crow. She was heartbroken, feeling not only hatred for the young man ahead but also dissatisfaction with her companions.

She was furious and said, "How exactly was this investigation conducted? Is this Realm Sect really composed of people at the Second Realm?"

"Don't get angry at me. My descendants also died in battle. This information was personally extracted from the new list by the Earth Immortal Ancestor in the cave heaven. There must have been a mistake."

They almost got into a fight, all of them hot-tempered. Several of the ten dead teenagers had extraordinary backgrounds and were there to "gild their resumes."

Wen Yuning shouted, "Realm Sect, Taiyi, you are too ruthless! You kill people at the slightest disagreement. You are truly evil by nature!"

Yu Botao, with his silver lion-like fury, said in a cold voice, "After something like this, I don't care if you're the top of the list or not. The Earth Immortal Ancestor's orders are useless. Today, I must tear you to pieces. How can such a person be allowed to rise to the heavens? He's a scourge!"

Behind them, Jiang Yan and Shen Wei, from the second group, were almost petrified. Seeing the Nine-Colored Sword Demon streaking across the sky, and guessing that Taiyi and the Realm Sect were the same person, their hearts were filled with turmoil and they could hardly calm down.

The two realized that the pure Yang consciousnesses they had separated earlier were likely in grave danger, probably killed by Taiyi.

Qin Ming remained calm and said, "Do you really think I don't know what the chains of law are? If you put shackles on me, even if I become a god in the future, it will be difficult for me to escape your control."

Besides, he simply struck first.

If he had politely declined just now, the other party would have acted decisively and swiftly. Jiang Yan and Shen Wei had already demonstrated this at Black and White Mountain; the two of them suddenly unleashed their chains, attempting to restrain him.

"If you want something, how can you not give something in return? Resources from heaven don't just fall from the sky," an old man said in a deep voice.

Qin Ming said, "I can do without it, I don't need to go to the heavens, and I don't need your resources. Why do you insist on trying to forcibly take me away?"

Moreover, when he was in heaven, according to the rules of Jade Capital, he was qualified to approach the Flower of the Great Dao, but he was deprived of this by the people who revived the old mountain.

They're trying to shackle him now, after only a tiny bit of opportunity slipping through their fingers, so they can use him for their own purposes later. That's really domineering.

After the resurgence of those old mountain strongholds, having stolen and seized the blessings left by the Jade Capital to future geniuses, they now treat newcomers as "givers."

The old woman, Wen Yuning, said in a cold voice, "People should know how to be in awe. There are gods three feet above your head, and true gods in the highest heavens!"

Qin Ming was not angry. Instead, he taunted, "Did I kill the son and grandson of a god when I drew my sword just now? Even if you come from heaven, your necks are not very strong. I can cut them down with one sword!"

Immediately, the group of old men opposite, whose descendants had died, glared angrily at him.

"Why aren't you all forming ranks? Let's surround and wipe him out!" Yu Botao turned around and looked at the second group of people.

Jiang Yan and Shen Wei's true forms have impressive backgrounds; they are both renowned geniuses from the Nine Heavens. Upon hearing this, they led their people to surround them.

"You killed our clones?" Shen Wei asked, her pale face filled with coldness. She moved forward with her graceful figure, exuding an overwhelming killing intent.

"Yes!" Qin Ming replied simply and clearly.

With a clang, Shen Wei raised a long halberd. As a woman, she actually used such a heavy weapon, and her armor clanged loudly.

Jiang Yan drew a celestial blade, its gleaming light casting a chilling glow on the shore, causing massive waves to surge in the sea. Shen Wei spoke up: "We kindly invited you to ascend to heaven, offering you a destiny, only to have your clones killed by you. You didn't cherish this hard-won opportunity to change your fate by leaping from the ground to the sky. Arrogance always brings disaster!"

Jiang Yan said in a deep voice, "We treated you gently and kindly, not wanting to force you to do anything. But you took advantage of our peaceful approach and gave us face, didn't you?"

Qin Ming deeply felt the arrogance of the celestial beings. After their persuasion failed, these high-ranking people suddenly took out their magic chains to bind people. Was this considered gentle, friendly, and amicable?
He refused to retaliate and confronted the other party, which is a case of "arrogance inevitably leads to disaster".

Qin Ming did not get angry; his expression remained calm as he said, "Is that all your last words? You are nothing but withered bones under the sword and broken pieces under the fist. Now, say as much as you can."

The second group of people surrounded them. They were originally looking for Taiyi, but now their target was completely the same as the first group's target—the Realm Sect.

Jiang Yan's face darkened, and he said, "With your arrogance and contempt for the orthodoxy of Yujing, even if you once topped the list, such a hollow title is no longer a shield. You have destroyed your own future!"

"Cutting off your own path!" Shen Wei's words were even simpler and more direct.

There are some things they didn't say. To be on the safe side, after capturing Taiyi, we should erase his memory and train him as a warrior, or simply turn him into a killing tool.

"What future or path does he have? Kill him!" the old woman Wen Yuning said, showing no intention of sparing the life of the young man in front of her.

"Kill!" Yu Botao, his silver hair standing on end, shouted as his men arrived in position.

The two magic arrays glowed, interwoven with dazzling yet terrifying runes, and roared as they advanced toward Qin Ming, intending to crush him.

Undeterred, Qin Ming grabbed the yellow parasol, closed it up, and used it as a spear, throwing it forward with great force.

With a loud bang, the end of the umbrella pole transformed into a spearhead, piercing through a magic array. Ignoring the impact of the runic beams, it was made of exotic metal, a once treasured artifact that had been covered in dust, and could not be damaged here.

Qin Ming was like a streak of light, riding the Nine-Colored Sword Aura, rushing forward with the giant umbrella, tearing a corner of the magic array, and launching a fierce attack on those people.

In an instant, the Primordial Sword Aura surged, like a streak of lightning, and heads rolled off the spot. Qin Ming, now completely unleashed, was incredibly terrifying when he went all out.

He had never fought this hard on the dueling stage high in the heavens.

"Ah..." A scream rang out, causing chaos within the magic circle. No one had expected the large yellow umbrella in his hand to be so terrifying, prying open a corner of the magic circle.

With a clang, they had no choice but to unleash their magic chains.

Qin Ming was under the umbrella, following it as it charged in. He had been on guard against the opponent's trump card, so he remained calm and said, "Little Yellow, greet the guests!"

Amidst the dazzling sunset, two magical chains flew in, attempting to bind Qin Ming. They were woven from runes and flowed with mysterious characters.

However, they were all blocked by the yellow parasol, becoming entangled on the latter and eventually becoming two marks on the parasol surface.

Neither group panicked because they were mentally prepared and had seen the tattoos on the umbrellas earlier.

The first group suddenly launched an attack. Following closely behind the Law Chain, they unleashed their strongest weapon of the trip—the Dao Chain. They refused to believe that such a powerful weapon could be resisted.

However, they were soon shocked, and their faces turned pale.

The yellow canopy swayed, and the black mist surged into the sky. It stubbornly held on, letting the chain fall and wrap around its shaft, but it just couldn't suppress it.

Ultimately, the chain also became part of its texture.

"Even if it was damaged, it could still absorb the Dao Chains. This..." The group realized what level of weapon the Yellow Silk Umbrella was, and their hearts trembled. They suddenly felt uncertain.

"kill!"

Under the yellow canopy, Qin Ming enjoyed the imperial procession as he charged forward. Wherever the nine-colored sword energy passed, heads fell or people were cleaved in two.

In a brief moment, six people died!

To everyone else, he seemed like a young demon god who had emerged from the abyss, bathed in their blood, unstoppable and invincible.

At this moment, the yellow canopy wanted to fulfill Qin Ming's earlier wish. It was no longer shrouded in black mist, but instead emitted a soft light to guide those souls.

On the ground, the corpses exploded one after another, and blood mist rose up, staining the area where the large umbrella was located.

"How about this scene? It can be described as a sign of great fortune." The yellow canopy made the blood mist glow, and this area was bright red. It considered itself very sacred and peaceful, quite fitting for the occasion, as if it were receiving a great red fortune.

"What do you think of the bloody appearance?" Qin Ming didn't want to comment further.

Huang Luo Cangsan was truly hungry. Now that he had captured a pure spiritual entity, he was in a great mood and even became more talkative. He said, "Alright, I'll help you manifest that sacred aura of purple qi coming from the east in a bit."

For others, this combination was a nightmare.

Two groups of people arrived in two wooden boats, totaling no more than fifty people. In such a short time, they have already lost sixteen men. The casualties are terrifying.

Qin Ming charged forward, his spiritual aura radiating outwards, seemingly distorting the night sky. He set his sights on the old woman, Wen Yuning, who was cursing as she attacked, instantly becoming her prey.

The tangible ripples expanded as Qin Ming unleashed his spiritual energy field without reservation, which was truly terrifying. All the obstacles along the way, including the flying swords and spears that shot towards him, were imprisoned and then twisted and broken.

Qin Ming said in a cold voice, "Old man, since you're so eager to avenge your descendants, why don't you go and reunite with your family? You can come to the Yellow Robe Umbrella Pavilion and become an old palace maid!"

He had already fought his way to a nearby place, and many people rushed over to help, but they were all forced back by his Nine-Colored Sword Demon.

Seeing that he had unleashed the Nine-Colored Sword Demon with his bare hands to attack others from afar, the old woman Wen Yuning's eyes gleamed. She rose into the air, merging with the cane in her hand, and shot towards Qin Ming like a celestial being descending from the heavens.

A large dragon flew out from her dragon-headed cane, like a giant, coiled sword, and slashed towards Qin Ming.

However, to her astonishment, Qin Ming strode forward without any intention of dodging, directly confronting her with his bare body.

In fact, outside Qin Ming's body, a spiritual field covered the night sky, causing everyone's perception to seem to be distorted, and mysterious ripples expanded, spreading out before him.

With a series of dragon roars, the great dragon was bound by the spiritual field, then suddenly twisted, and with a "poof," its massive body exploded in mid-air.

The so-called Great Dragon Transformation Sword was utterly ineffective against the spiritual field that Qin Ming had fully unleashed.

At the same time, the dragon-headed cane in the old woman Wen Yuning's hand also exploded.

Qin Ming rushed forward, without drawing his sword or throwing a punch. He simply expanded his spiritual energy field, moving as if he were in an empty place. The old woman was already imprisoned and floated in mid-air.

Her body radiated pure yang energy. She struggled incessantly, but to no avail. With a soft "poof," it was as if an invisible hand had torn her apart, causing her blood to splatter into the void.

Wen Yuning was crushed by the spiritual field released by Qin Ming, leaving no trace of his body!

"A renowned figure from the Fourth Realm... has fallen in battle!" The others were horrified.

The two formations supported by the two groups of people are now in a state of chaos. Taking advantage of the situation, Qin Ming charged forward and set his sights on Jiang Yan and Shen Wei in the second group.

With a clang, Jiang Yan drew his Heavenly Blade and unleashed his strongest strike. This was a strike he had been preparing for for many years since he reached the mid-stage of the fourth realm, and he had never unleashed such sword intent before. Today, he was giving it his all.

Behind him, the sea surged and roared, its towering waves rising into the night sky with his sword intent, creating a terrifying scene as he mobilized the power of heaven and earth.

This strike seemed to carry an entire ocean with it, its intent reaching its zenith, its brilliance dazzling to the extreme.

However, Qin Ming remained calm in the face of this attack. His five fingers glowed, and after retracting the Nine-Colored Sword Aura, it condensed into a colorful longsword in his hand, which he casually slashed out.

With a clang, the Heavenly Blade in Jiang Yan's hand broke, shattering into hundreds of pieces. Then, he himself split open, and sword light surged from within his body.

Then, he exploded with a bang, and nine-colored sword light poured out from his body.

Instantly, both groups gasped in surprise. It should be noted that Jiang Yan was a well-known genius in the Nine Heavens, with a considerable background; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to lead a team on his own with Shen Wei.

In the end, he was killed by Taiyi's casual sword strike in just one exchange!
"That's it? The geniuses of heaven are nothing more than this. Come and be the emperor's grandsons under the yellow canopy." Qin Ming said casually, standing under the yellow canopy.

High above, some old monsters were drinking tea. One of them spoke calmly, "Hmm, I wonder how things are going on the ground. They should have brought back a champion by now."

(End of this chapter)