Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 98 The Delicate Sword's Edge
Above the sky, streaks of lightning tore and rolled through the thick clouds, as if trying to break free of their restraints.

Rumble!
One thunderous roar after another rang out, drowning out the ever-increasing sound of horses' hooves converging from all directions.

The dark clouds in the sky grew thicker and heavier.

Hooray!
A thick bolt of lightning tore through the sky, illuminating the white-robed figure on the banks of the Qiantang River.

Suddenly a strong gust of wind came, and three figures appeared, some wielding swords to thrust forward, some slashing with curved blades, and some drawing out golden rings, leaping upwards swiftly.

The three attacked simultaneously, all aiming straight for vital points. The swordsman thrust his sword directly at Ren Shaoyang's face; the Westerner with the knife rolled to the ground and slashed at Ren Shaoyang's ankle; the Tibetan monk used his Vajra Ring, aiming straight for Ren Shaoyang's head.

"I am a sword god."

Then Ren Shaoyang chuckled softly, and three sword blades suddenly shot out from his sleeve.

The first sword blade slashed down cleanly and swiftly, sending the Taoist flying diagonally. A deep, bone-revealing wound splattered across his body, and he was clearly beyond saving.

The man from the Western Regions was startled and had already considered retreating, but little did he know that the second sword blade would flick, unleashing dozens of sword flowers with a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," and with a scream, he was shattered into mincemeat.

Finally, the Tibetan monk waved his vajra ring rapidly and shouted, "I'll go with you—"

Ren Shaoyang turned around and glanced at him sideways.

Hooray!
Several bright white lightning bolts descended from the sky, and everyone felt a sudden brightness before their eyes.

The Tibetan monk stood there, speechless.

Ren Shaoyang strode towards the Yuan army, his sword blade flashing from his wrist to protect himself, making him look like a demon.

Clang!
The golden ring fell to the ground and broke in two.

With a "plop," the Tibetan monk's head suddenly sprang up, a thick, powerful jet of blood propelling him more than ten feet into the air. When he finally fell back down, his head and face were covered in blood, making him unrecognizable.

The corpse took two steps forward and collapsed to the ground.

In an instant, before anyone could see how the white-robed figure made his move, the three masters were already dead.

This person's martial arts skills and ruthless attacks were simply unprecedented in my life.

The riverbank, which had been filled with the deafening sounds of battle just moments before, was now completely silent, with the sound of someone's teeth chattering audible.

And there was the sound of Ren Shaoyang's leisurely footsteps.

The crowd stared in disbelief at the flickering sword beside the white-robed man, their senses completely overwhelmed. They couldn't believe such a divine weapon existed in the world. They looked at each other in astonishment, their palms damp with sweat.

Bayan was also stunned. He had never seen such a bizarre weapon before. It looked like a god or monster. He looked at He Tuoluo.

"He Tuoluo, do you know the origin of this weapon?"

"I...I don't know either."

He Tuoluo swallowed hard and hurriedly took out his unique weapon, the "Prajna Blade".

This is an oddly shaped weapon, with a handle in the center and four blades about a foot long on each side. It is curved like a crescent moon and as cold as clear water, resembling a large "峨" character.

Seeing that Hetuo Luo had turned pale with fright, Bayan snorted angrily and said coldly, "No matter how powerful he is, he is just one person. How can he stand against my Mongol army?"

Then Bayan suddenly looked up, pointed his whip at Ren Shaoyang, and shouted, "White Robe! Dare to state your name?"

Ren Shaoyang walked to a spot three zhang away from the main army, facing Bayan directly.

His eyes were bright and piercing, and under the flickering lightning, he looked like a god, as if the thousands of soldiers around him were nothing.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "You can call me 'The Butcher,' 'The White Robe,' or even 'Han Chinese,' whichever you prefer."

Boyan looked surprised and frowned, saying, "You dare not reveal your name?"

Ren Shaoyang said casually, "I am just a passerby in this world, it's useless for me to tell you."

Bayan shouted, "I value heroes most! How can they be useless?"

Ren Shaoyang tilted his head: "Would you go to the mortuary and tell the corpses your name?"

Bayan was taken aback, then his anger flared: "How arrogant you are!"

With a flick of his wrist, Ren Shaoyang summoned a sword wheel that instantly gathered behind him, humming and spinning incessantly.

“I was going to kill you last night, there’s no point in saying more.”

He Tuoluo stared at the seemingly divine sword wheel behind Ren Shaoyang, mesmerized. Seeing Ren Shaoyang standing tall and exuding a Zen-like aura, he couldn't help but mutter, "Damn it, could this person be the Buddha incarnate?"

Bayan paused for a moment, then said, "Your martial arts are unparalleled. If you were to join my Great Yuan, I would gladly offer you a high-ranking position and guarantee your meteoric rise!"

Ren Shaoyang was surprised to find that Boyan was still trying to persuade him at this moment, and couldn't help but chuckle: "Boyan, you really are something!" With that, he flipped his hand.

With a whoosh, the blade retracted into his hand, transforming into a five-foot-long, gleaming blue sword.

Ren Shaoyang stared at him and laughed, "What a pity, he is a hero to me, but I cannot let you live."

Bayan smiled slightly and sighed, "What a pity. There are no heroes in the world who don white robes. I had hoped to have a good drink with you, but..."

Ren Shaoyang looked at him, his eyes gleaming: "But what?" As soon as he asked this question, a flaw suddenly appeared in his aura.

Bayan had been waiting for this moment. Seeing it clearly, he suddenly shouted, "Release the arrows!"

The bowstring snapped, and countless arrows rained down on the white-robed figure.

Ren Shaoyang laughed, "I knew you'd do this." His figure flashed, like a phantom, seemingly there yet nowhere, elusive and uncertain.

Seeing the white-robed figure approaching, He Tuoluo quickly raised his Prajna Sword to meet the attack, shouting, "Protect the commander!"

Seeing Prajna Peak spinning like an electric fan, Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Let's see how you protect him!"

With a flick of his wrist, a five-foot-long sword appeared out like a ghost, unleashing fifteen strikes in an instant.

He Tuoluo shouted incessantly, feeling that the sky and the ground were filled with clear blue sword light. He hurriedly waved his hands and kicked, desperately trying to defend himself.

For a moment, two figures chased each other in the wind and rain, rising and falling suddenly, sparks flickering and reflecting the lightning in the sky.

"bass"!
A flash of blue light, and the people who wanted to ambush him from behind were split in two.

Ren Shaoyang flicked his wrist, and with a series of clangs, he sent He Tuoluo staggering backward.

Seeing Boyan retreating rapidly, he burst into laughter: "Boyan, why are you running?"

A white shadow flashed, and the figure soared through the air like an angry falcon, charging straight into the formation.

As the soldiers saw the white-robed man arrive, they all shouted and brandished their swords, intending to chop him into mincemeat.

At this moment, Ren Shaoyang was using the "Eye-Clearing Technique" to its fullest extent. His left eye was fixed on Boyan's trail, while his right eye trembled rapidly. He instantly had a clear understanding of the trajectory of the incoming weapon.

Suddenly, his longsword accelerated, and wherever it went, everyone around was stabbed and felled.

With a loud shout, he lunged forward again, his sword flashing like silk threads or a raging waterfall of flying flowers, and soldiers fell to the ground with screams of agony.

The crowd saw that he was like a ghost, and when he fought, he was as fast as lightning. Before they could even see his face clearly, he had already killed dozens of people.

What's most peculiar is that every sword strike of his is clearly visible, not because he can't be faster, but because he's always a fraction faster than you, piercing your body first.

Such swordsmanship is almost unbelievable.

Originally, dozens of skilled Yuan soldiers were vying to kill him, but upon seeing the terrifying white robe, they were so frightened that their legs went weak and they all stopped in their tracks.

Just as Ren Shaoyang was a dozen feet away from Boyan, he frowned, waved his hand, and his sleeves fluttered.

"Divine Sword Captures Dragon" extends from the elbow.

when!
It turned out that He Tuoluo was wielding his Prajna Blade again, coming to meet them. Ren Shaoyang said, "I had no interest in dealing with you."

He Tuoluo chuckled, "I'd be very interested in killing you." He stared intently at the blade on Ren Shaoyang's right wrist. "If I kill you and take that divine sword, won't I be invincible?"

"Invincible?"

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow and smiled, then shook his head and said, "You're a piece of trash who doesn't even know what Refining God is, yet you dare to call yourself invincible?"

"Refining the spirit?" He Tuoluo was suddenly startled and asked solemnly, "What is refining the spirit?"

Ren Shaoyang shouted, "This is the Refining of the Spirit!" and rolled up his wide robe.

In an instant, not only He Tuoluo, but also hundreds of people around him felt an aura emanating from him, as if a Buddha had risen from the ground with his eyes closed, tall and strong, sitting firmly on the riverbank, monopolizing the mouth of the great river to the sea.

This strange feeling was unprecedented; even the most skilled martial artists in the world today, such as Xiao Qianjue, Shi Tianfeng, Gongyang Yu, and even the monk Jiuru, had not given him this feeling.

The moment they made contact, he broke out in a cold sweat, feeling as if the giant Buddha with its eyes closed could see through everything about him, and that if he made the slightest move, he would be killed instantly!
But He Tuoluo felt Ren Shaoyang's aura growing ever more imposing and cold-hearted, and he couldn't help but feel short of breath, filled with despair, and almost knelt down.

In fact, it wasn't just him who wanted to kneel; a large number of soldiers within a radius of nearly ten feet around Ren Shaoyang had already knelt down.

It is precisely because He Tuoluo's martial arts skills are the highest that he stands out from the crowd.

The soldiers further away saw that Ren Shaoyang was just standing there while hundreds of people around him knelt down, some even with their hands clasped together and their faces devout, and their expressions all changed drastically.

"This...this is a person?"

Just as Hetuo Luo could no longer hold on and immediately knelt down.

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out: "No kneeling allowed!"

With a loud thud, an arrow was already shot out!
That arrow was twice as thick as an ordinary arrow, with its shaft wrapped in iron, making it extremely heavy, but even so, its momentum was still incredibly fierce.

"Snapped"!
Ren Shaoyang casually grabbed it and glanced at it indifferently.

Then Bayan drew his five-foot-long bow and shouted, "White Robe, behold the power of my divine arrow!" He plucked the bowstring, and another arrow shot forth!
Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow: "Want to compete with me in archery?" He threw the arrow with a backhand, and with a "whoosh," the arrow flew away.

With a "ding," the two arrows collided in mid-air.

In terms of archery skills alone, Boyan could be considered the best archer in the world, no less than Ren Shaoyang.

However, Ren Shaoyang possessed the divine power of the Great Vajra, and with a single throw, his divine might was invincible, making him a match for Boyan.

With a "crack," the arrow was split in two, but Ren Shaoyang's arrow continued its trajectory and flew towards Boyan.

Bayan, still on horseback, saw a cold star flying towards him, his eyes wide with fury, unable to dodge it.

At this moment, someone shouted, "General, run!" and rushed over, pushing Boyan off his horse. The arrow suddenly appeared and pierced his chest.

With a loud bang, the man was blown in two by the immense force and died a gruesome death.

Boyan landed on the ground, looking disheveled, but exclaimed loudly, "Tutuha!"

Ren Shaoyang's actions, while leaving Boyan in a sorry state, also woke He Tuoluo up.

Seeing that he had his back to her, she gritted her teeth, and with a whirring sound, she slashed at his back.

"White Robe, you're dead!"

Ren Shaoyang sighed: "Disgusting dead snake."

With a flick of the wrist, the sword danced in a dazzling display.

With three sharp stabs, He Tuoluo screamed repeatedly as his shoulder, abdomen, and thigh were pierced by the divine sword, blood gushing out like a fountain. He immediately retreated in a sorry state.

Ren Shaoyang stood with his sword in hand, ignoring him, his eyes fixed on Boyan, exuding an aloof and domineering aura.

He Tuoluo had a feeling that the white-robed man's temperament had changed, and he no longer had the feeling of the Buddha appearing out of nowhere and seeing through the universe.

Instead, they became domineering, arrogant, and unruly.

He looks just like that dead eunuch!
Ren Shaoyang saw Boyan secretly mount his horse and was about to escape, then he turned to look at He Tuoluo.

"It would be an honor for you to die under my newly mastered 'Sword God' technique."

Having said that, without waiting for his expression to change drastically, he flicked his wrist, and the five-foot-long sword suddenly extended and shot out towards He Tuoluo!

With his inner strength poured in, he unleashed the ultimate technique of the Kunlun Swordplay, "Thousand Rays of Glow"!
This move was the signature move of "Sword God" Zhuo Lingzhao. If he hadn't been defeated by Ning Bufan in their battle back then due to his sword breaking, he probably would have already dominated the world and wouldn't have needed to forge the "Divine Sword Dragon Capture" in the first place.

Now, when Ren Shaoyang used this move, the blade of the sword gleamed slightly, faintly emitting a bluish light.

The divine sword and its radiance, combined, would be more than ten times more powerful.
Seeing a glint of green light suddenly appear, He Tuoluo quickly activated the Prajna Blade, hoping to use the divine weapon to block the sharpness of the divine sword.

Ren Shaoyang sneered: "The sharpness of a sword god cannot be blocked by ordinary iron."

Suddenly, a thunderous sound rang out, and a bolt of lightning shot into the sky.

All the generals and soldiers on all sides were shocked.

Turning around, I saw He Tuoluo standing there, dumbfounded.

Ren Shaoyang turned and left without even glancing at him. Facing the soldiers, he swung his sword a few times, and soon the battlefield was littered with corpses and pieces of flesh flying everywhere.

Meanwhile, He Tuoluo made a few hoarse sounds before exclaiming, "What a fast sword!"

With a clang, the body was torn in two, blood surged into the air, and the Prajna Blade also broke in two, falling to the ground with a clang.

Seeing that He Tuoluo and other experts were all defeated by their enemies, and that the white-robed, divine swordsman Wuwo was killing soldiers and making them scream in agony, and was getting closer and closer to him, Bayan was terrified and could only desperately spur his horse and flee.

Suddenly, I heard screams from everyone, and my vision blurred.

Then a man in a blood-red robe stood indifferently before them.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed Ren Shaoyang, but he had killed too many enemies, and his white robe was now stained with blood.

Bayan looked back and saw a bloody path, with blood flowing like a river and corpses piled up on it. The soldiers on both sides were terrified by the deaths.

He gave a wry smile, drew his treasured sword, and declared loudly, "White Robe, Divine Sword Unrivaled! Although Bayan admits he is no match, he will not surrender without a fight!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded and said, "You are a hero, and I will give you a respectful death." He took a deep breath, and the divine sword in his hand emitted a green light more than five feet long. The sword energy was like a tangible wave of water, surging and surging through the air.

In the hazy, dim world, it was dazzlingly bright, forcing everyone to close their eyes.

Bayan was no exception; he felt a blur before his eyes and couldn't help but turn his head slightly.

In an instant, the hairs on my body stood on end, and I knew something was wrong!
"brush"!
The green light flickered, the sword was like a rainbow, like flying catkins in the sky, or like falling flowers and dancing butterflies.

It touched Boyan's body and then vanished instantly.

Ren Shaoyang sheathed his sword and looked down at the army.

Seeing that they dared not approach, it immediately leaped up, flashing repeatedly like a blood-red butterfly, and landed on the river.

They vanished suddenly.

The soldiers then realized what was happening and rushed toward Bayan.

With a "whoosh," blood splattered everywhere.

To their utter shock, the man and horse were smashed to pieces, indistinguishable from one another.
"Ah~!"

The soldiers cried out in terror, "Our commander is dead!"

(End of this chapter)