Immortals of the End Times

Zhao Wuji smiled faintly, his sleeves fluttering even without wind. "The sword will be drawn when the time is right, why rush it?"

Duan Chen roared, "Arrogant!" The Heavenly Heart Sword in his sleeve suddenly rang out, and behind him, sword shadows spread like a peacock's tail, instantly splitting into a sky full of cold light.

Numerous sword shadows rained down like a cascading silver river.

Zhao Wuji remained calm, his eyes flashing with sword intent. His figure suddenly transformed into a dazzling sword light, effortlessly passing through the gaps in the impenetrable sword net.

He didn't even need to use his double pupils; relying solely on the sword heart perception of the realm of the unity of all laws, he had already predicted all the trajectories and approached Duan Chen's side in the blink of an eye.

With fingers pointing like a sword, a blinding sword light burst forth from the fingertips, erupting with a thunderous roar as the sword energy aimed straight for the vital point in the back of the body.

"what?!"

Duan Chen's pupils contracted sharply, and in a haste, he also transformed into a sword light and retreated rapidly, the Heavenly Heart Sword swirling back like a dragon.

But Zhao Wuji's figure disappeared again, and the next moment they were face to face, their eyes meeting.

Duan Chen's pupils contracted sharply, and he saw what appeared to be a myriad of stars swirling in the other person's eyes.

"Qiang!"

The Nirvana Sword Intent fell like thunder from the heavens, following his gaze and penetrating directly into Duan Chen's sea of ​​consciousness.

The moment the two peerless sword intents collided, the entire arena was torn open with spiderweb-like cracks by the surging sword energy.

"Your sword intent still needs to ascend to the heavens."

Duan Chen's hair and beard bristled, and his entire body erupted with sword light, proclaiming, "My Heavenly Mountain Sword Intent was born to reside in the heavens!"

He also used his eyes as a sword, his sword intent lofty and aloof.

The Nirvana sword intent that pierced through the heavens suddenly transformed into endless darkness, like the night swallowing the setting sun.

Duan Chen's lofty sword intent, which had been unleashed, entered the area but vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

"This is."

Duan Chen was horrified to discover that deep within the dark sky where sword intent was concentrated, a cold, giant eye slowly opened.

What flowed in those pupils was the true essence of swordsmanship, more vast than the starry sky.

"boom!"

The sword light of Tianshan trembled wildly under this gaze, and its once arrogant sword aura began to collapse.

The closer it got to the giant eye, the smaller the sword light became, eventually turning into a tiny speck of starlight.

"This multiple layers of sword intent? What kind of sword intent is this?"

Duan Chen was shocked, feeling an overwhelming sense of despair, fear, and powerlessness wash over him, and his whole body trembled.

"what!"

He suddenly woke up, shouted angrily, and was about to struggle.

"Crack!"

With a slight blink of its giant eye, the Heavenly Mountain Sword Light, which was said to be able to cleave heaven and earth, instantly disintegrated.

Countless stardust-like sword beams scattered and flew in all directions.

"Ugh!!"

The excruciating pain of his shattered sword heart jolted Duan Chen awake.

But Zhao Wuji's index finger was already pressed against his brow like a sharp sword, a faint smile still on his lips.

"Brother Duan, you're awake?"

"you!!"

Duan Chen stared intently at the nonchalant Zhao Wuji, his eyes gradually turning red with veins, and his whole body trembling violently.

"Whoosh!"

Even though the Heavenly Heart Sword flew back, it was already too late.

The oppressive feeling from the lingering image of the single eye in his mind was still like a bone-deep sore, causing his dantian to tremble and his consciousness to be struck by lightning.

"What level of sword heart and sword intent is this? How could it instantly shatter my Heavenly Mountain Sword Intent?"

He staggered back three steps, a metallic taste rising in his throat, but he saw that Zhao Wuji's fingertips emitted sword energy like starlight, clearly showing no intention to kill.

If that finger had actually landed, he would have already been annihilated, both body and soul.

"Concession."

Zhao Wuji lowered his fingers and put his hands behind his back, his black hair being lifted by the aftershocks of the sword energy before falling back down to his shoulders.

The Cold Soul Sword never flew out; only a touch of icy blue sword tassel on the sleeve swayed gently in the wind.

"Station number nine, Qilin Sword Sect's Zhao Wuji wins!"

The moment the referee's voice rang out, the cultivators watching the swordplay from all directions were startled awake and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Many people had not yet seen the details of the battle; they only saw Zhao Wuji's figure flash and disappear into the dazzling sword light, as if his figure and the sword light had become one.

When it reappeared, it appeared in front of Duan Chen, and the two looked at each other face to face.

Just one glance.

Duan Chen looked as if he had seen a ghost, his face ashen, and he staggered backward, admitting defeat.

Isn't this too fast?

While many cultivators were shocked and puzzled, the figure with the purple-gold Qilin tattoo gracefully stepped out of the arena's light screen.

"Was that just now... a clash of sword intent within divine senses?"

"Duan Chen's Heavenly Mountain Sword Intent couldn't even withstand three breaths!?"

"They are all at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm. Even though Zhao Wuji's divine sense is stronger, we didn't see him show much of a difference just now."

In a contest of sword intent, unless there's a huge difference in their sword dao levels, how could he have been defeated so quickly?

On the stands, Leng Wushuang of the Flying Snow Sword Sect trembled slightly, her delicate hand unconsciously stroking the Snow Soul Sword, her eyes filled with astonishment.

"This person's swordsmanship is so much more advanced than Duan Chen's?"

At the seat of the Tianjing Sword Sect, Tianjing Sword Master Xiao Xuan's eyes flashed, and he looked at Zhao Wuji, who had flown down from the sword arena, with a surprised expression. His spiritual pressure, which was at the late stage of the Golden Core realm, flowed unconsciously, and the crystal pattern between his eyebrows flickered uncertainly.

"I underestimated this person."

He didn't really care about this person, just as Zhao Wuji didn't pay much attention to sword fights outside of the finals.

In his view, among the thirty-six sword cultivators, only the Heavenly Sword Envoy Lin Dengxian was worthy of his attention.

But now it seems that Zhao Wuji is also somewhat unusual.

"Light splitting into shadows? Multiple sword intents?"

Not far away, Lin Dengxian, sitting in the Immortal Saint Sect's seats, pondered deeply, discerning the methods and swordsmanship level that Zhao Wuji had just used.

Such skill far surpasses the realm of ordinary Golden Core sword cultivators.

Although he has not yet reached the level of mastering the myriad techniques of the sword he has just grasped, he is already a formidable opponent.

"I never imagined that the number one swordsman of the Qilin Sword Sect, who surpassed Kong Jingxian, and who joined halfway through, would have such a high level of swordsmanship. Did he receive personal guidance from the Sword Lord Wentian?"

Lin Dengxian pondered and could only come up with this explanation.

Fortunately, the other party joined the Qilin Sword Sect halfway through; otherwise, if this kid had been given another ten years, he would probably have already comprehended and come into contact with the realm of "One Sword, Ten Thousand Techniques".

At the edge of the viewing platform, Tong Qingfu's teacup, scalding hot tea spilled when Duan Chen was defeated, soaking her silk skirt without her noticing. She murmured, "No wonder he looked down on my invitation."

"Next match, Stage 2, Class B."

The crowd recovered from their shock and bewildered discussions only after the referee announced the new pairings.

Zhao Wuji had already returned to his seat. Facing the congratulations pouring in from all sides, he simply nodded slightly, a perfectly measured smile playing on his lips.

After dealing with the situation.

He closed his eyes to regulate his breathing amidst the increasingly awe-inspiring gazes of the four sword attendants, his black hair falling to conceal the star-like sword intent in his eyes. It was as if he had merely brushed away a fallen leaf during the battle, effortlessly and confidently securing victory.

At this moment, many people were still secretly observing Zhao Wuji, sensing the unfathomable depth of this Heavenly Qilin.

He clearly didn't exert much effort just now; he didn't even use his flying sword, yet he had already defeated Tian Jianzi, who was also a seeded player.

This dealt a heavy blow to the enemy, and an even greater shock to others.

“My dear junior disciple, you are truly remarkable now.”

Across from the seats of Penglai Sword Pavilion, Yan Lan's red lips curved into a smile beneath her cloak.

Her jade-like fingers, hidden in her sleeve, trembled slightly, and the talismanic water seals that had been dormant within her body for many years suddenly emitted a faint light.

A wisp of divine thought passed through like a spider's thread, quietly transmitted through the incantation seal, and disappeared into the sea of ​​consciousness of the figure in the distance.

"Senior Uncle."

Zhao Wuji's eyelids twitched slightly, and he understood. A hint of surprise flashed deep in his eyes, and he raised his head slightly.

Their gazes briefly met in the air before they casually looked away.

Zhao Wuji knew that the other party was being monitored by Huang Shang, so he could not communicate with him telepathically.

Even now, he has not revealed his face or identity to participate in the sword fight.

However, over the years, he has also been secretly communicating with his master through the spell marks pierced by needles in the other person's body, exchanging some thoughts.

Therefore, they can also vaguely sense the other party's state and Huang Shang's arrangements and plans.

Now that we are so close, it is naturally easier to communicate in secret.

"Be careful, things might change in the final."

He immediately relayed the information about the possible sneak attack by the Nine Nether Demon Lord, reminding Yan Lan to be careful.

Huang Shang's reminder and his junior apprentice's warning surprisingly coincided.

Yan Lan's face, hidden beneath her veil, showed surprise, and her smile deepened.

However, she quickly sent a telepathic message indicating that Huang Shang had already reminded her and that she would pay attention.

Suddenly, a thunderclap boomed above the sea of ​​clouds.

Their secret conversation was drowned out by the referee's announcement of the next match.

"I see."

A look of realization flashed across Zhao Wuji's eyes.

It seems that old ghost Huang Shang has also received a message from the Immortal Saint Sect, and may even be forced to participate in the defense.

This must be one of the conditions for cooperating with the Immortal Saint Sect.

After all, these old foxes in the cultivation world are not to be trifled with, and they would never allow Huang Shang to take the benefits without doing anything in return.

"boom!"

A blinding sword light suddenly erupted from the arena not far away, briefly drawing his attention back.

Feng Xie of the Seven Demon Sword Sect was locked in fierce combat with his opponent, and seven phantom demon swords danced wildly like a horde of demons.

But Zhao Wuji had no time to look closely at the moment. He quietly separated a wisp of his mind and sank into his sea of ​​consciousness to observe the situation on the other side of the demon tree clone.

On the other side of the demon tree's clone, the eleventh demon prince was staring menacingly in the direction of the White Jade Sword Tower.

Now that the final round of the sword competition has begun, if the Nine Nether Demon Lord and the Bone Nether Demon Lord really want to carry out their plan, they must already be lurking nearby.

Zhao Wuji's divine sense entered the body of the demon tree's clone, but he still couldn't find a trace of the demon.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly got up and stepped into the shaded pavilion.

He casually plucked a strand of hair, placed it to his lips, blew on it gently, and made a hand seal to cast a clone technique.

"call!"

His hair, blowing in the wind, transformed into a figure indistinguishable from his own, sitting upright inside the pavilion.

However, his true form was concealed by the invisibility spell, disappearing without even a sound of his clothes fluttering.

To onlookers, the Heavenly Qilin was still meditating with his eyes closed, while four sword attendants stood on either side of the pavilion, strictly prohibiting anyone from approaching or disturbing him.

Little did they know, his true form had already vanished into the clouds.

Zhao Wuji rode the wind straight up to the ninth heaven. With a flick of his sleeves, he used his cloud-summoning technique to summon a sky full of flowing clouds to cover his figure.

His double pupils shimmered like stars, scanning every inch of the land below like a hawk.

"Ok?"

All that could be seen was the wisp of demonic energy of the Eleventh Demon Prince swirling around his clone.

He frowned slightly, thinking to himself that his demon tree clone had been implicated and become a sitting duck. He was probably being firmly locked onto by several Nascent Soul divine senses, but he still couldn't see Bone Nether Demon Lord and the others showing up.

"Those old foxes, Bone Demon and his ilk, are they really willing to pull off this? They haven't shown themselves yet; they're so patient."

Just as they were pondering this, the bells that signaled the outcome of the battle began to ring out from the sword peaks below.

Not long after, the second round of sword fighting was about to begin. Elder Baiyulou's deep voice pierced through the clouds as he began to announce the list of contestants for the second round.

Soon, Zhao Wuji's name was called.

"Station C, Number Seven: Zhao Wuji of the Qilin Sword Sect versus Leng Wushuang of the Flying Snow Sword Sect."

"It's my turn so soon."

Zhao Wuji frowned, his invisible figure about to float down from the clouds.

Just then, a voice transmission suddenly reached the eleven demon sons' voice transmission jade talisman next to the demon tree's clone.

The jade talisman flashed with a ghostly light, and the eleventh demon prince's eyes suddenly lit up with demonic light. He immediately sent a telepathic message to Yang Xiong, the demon tree clone beside him.

"Senior Yang, my father and the demon kings have arrived, and the Nine Nether Demon Lord has also arrived nearby."

"When the next round of sword fighting begins, my father will join forces with the demon kings to attack Zhao Wuji and Leng Wushuang, the Heavenly Qilin. I urge you, senior, to join the attack and be the first to kill Zhao Wuji!"

"Oh? The Bone Demon Lord and the Nine Nether Demon Lord have already arrived?"

Zhao Wuji was surprised and immediately stopped moving from his hiding place in the clouds.

Immediately, his double pupils began to scan all directions, like a hawk sweeping across the land, searching for traces of demons and monsters.

However, even the ever-powerful double pupils could not find the figures of these demonic giants.

"I didn't see a single hair, yet they're all ganging up on me. What a grand display!"

Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes and, controlling the demon tree clone Yang Xiong, launched an attack with a cold snort.

"Nephew, you expect me to take action without even a word? We haven't even seen a trace of your father. Do you think my centuries of cultivation are just for show?"

Eleventh Demon Prince's brows furrowed suddenly.

At this moment, a subtle and chilling voice suddenly entered Yang Xiong's ears like a demonic whisper.

"Hehehe, Patriarch Yang is indeed cautious. However, now that I have arrived in person, why would I deceive you? We will make our move later. I and the other demon kings will keep Wei Le and those two old bastards, Huang Shang, who has already defected to the Immortal Saint Sect, in check."

"And you must do everything in your power to kill Zhao Wuji!"

"The Bone Demon Lord?!"

Above the clouds, Zhao Wuji's eyes suddenly narrowed, his double pupils seeming to shimmer with the light of a blood moon, scanning all directions like a hawk.

At the same time, he controlled his clone to respond with a cold laugh: "Demon Lord, you jest. Such caution and secrecy are not typical of me. However..."

His tone suddenly turned questioning: "Why go to such lengths just to kill a few swordsmen? Although Zhao Wuji has a grudge against us, he is indeed a future menace. It would be good to take advantage of this situation."

"But if we kill them, will those old righteous cultivators like Sword Lord Wentian obediently give up their sword domain quotas? It might backfire!"

(End of this chapter)