Chapter 951: Half-Opened Door

The Mortal Realm

The Heavenly Tower.The Sword Path.

Qin Sang was completely immersed, fighting two opponents at once, his sword wheel gleaming against the blue brick walls.

The swordsmen in the Sword Path were all top-tier masters of the sword, renowned teachers who could easily pinpoint the flaws and weaknesses in Qin Sang's swordsmanship.

Qin Sang swung his sword to his heart's content, comprehending the Way of the Sword. He felt his swordsmanship had greatly improved again, realizing he hadn't yet reached the limits of the Sword Light Division realm.

Perhaps it was for this reason that he had consistently been unable to comprehend Sword Momentum, unable to find the entry point.

At this moment, as he fought the swordsmen, he also observed and learned. More ideas emerged in his mind, which he immediately applied to his sword wheel.

After countless attempts, sometimes, the sword wheel's power surged, easily forcing back the two swordsmen.

At other times, Qin Sang hit a bottleneck, trying various methods, causing the sword wheel to fluctuate between bright and dim, even collapsing. Fortunately, his outer manifestation was always by his side, intervening in time to rescue him.

Despite stumbling and fumbling, Qin Sang always moved forward.

"Clang!"A sound of metal clashing.

The swordsman's sword was severed by the sword wheel.

"Swish!"The sword tip pressed directly against the swordsman's throat.

The swordsman cupped his fist, conceded defeat, and retreated into the stone wall.

Qin Sang, holding his ebony sword, woke as if from a dream, only then realizing with a start that they had reached the end. With just the last two gate-keeping swordsmen remaining, they would pass through the Sword Path.

Shaking his head, Qin Sang let out a long breath, feeling he had gained a lot. His swordsmanship had risen another level. He thought that if he continued to comprehend it after returning, he might even touch the threshold of Sword Momentum.

"Just help me keep one of them occupied," Qin Sang instructed his manifestation.

His manifestation, lacking a magic weapon, could not possibly defeat a swordsman who was also at the peak of the Core Formation stage and possessed superb swordsmanship. It could only hold one opponent to buy as much time as possible, allowing Qin Sang to defeat them individually.

After taking a few elixirs, Qin Sang restored himself to peak condition. He exchanged a look with his manifestation, and they entered the final stretch of the Sword Path side-by-side.

The next moment, two figures flashed out from within the stone wall, holding swords in their arms and gazing at Qin Sang expressionlessly.

After the two appeared, Qin Sang suddenly felt a surge of pressure. His expression turned serious; these two swordsmen were extremely strong.

"Whoosh!"The ebony sword, moving from absolute stillness, transformed into a sword wheel in the blink of an eye and spun towards one of the swordsmen.

Simultaneously, his outer manifestation also moved, its true essence forming into armor and seals, which it then hurled towards the other swordsman.

The battle was on. The two swordsmen attempted to surround Qin Sang, but one was blocked by his outer manifestation, leaving Qin Sang to face only a single opponent.

After a few rounds, his outer manifestation fell into a disadvantage and had no choice but to adopt a defensive posture, ensuring its temporary safety.

Qin Sang glanced over, then confidently focused on his own opponent, his sword wheel as bright as the full moon. That swordsman was not to be outdone; his treasured sword trembled, its light dividing as sword qi gathered and dispersed at will, flowing like a long river piercing through the air.

Seeing this, Qin Sang's gaze narrowed slightly. His opponent was strong; their swordsmanship had reached the peak achievable in this realm, almost touching the threshold of Sword Momentum.

But instead of being surprised, he was pleased. This was precisely a good opportunity for him to gain insight into swordsmanship, and he would have even greater gains.

"Boom!"The sword wheel crashed into the long river of sword qi, stirring up huge waves.

The aftershocks struck the stone wall, and a shimmer of light flashed on the blue bricks, dissipating them.

Qin Sang deliberately guided his opponent to maintain distance from the other battlefield, so as not to affect his outer manifestation.

"Rumble..."Sword qi raged freely.

The ebony sword submerged in the long river of sword qi, and Qin Sang, fully controlling his sword, felt it was strenuous. In this contest of swordsmanship, he undoubtedly fell into a disadvantage. Still, just like before, he persevered with all his might, ravenously observing every move and posture of his opponent.

The corridor was exceptionally sturdy; such intense fighting could not leave a single trace within it.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Sang and his opponent had unknowingly switched positions. After hundreds, even thousands, of rounds, signs of Qin Sang's impending defeat had appeared as he was forced into a corner by his opponent.

The sword wheel was also suppressed, flickering as weakly as a candle flame, and the ebony sword had almost no room left to maneuver.

But Qin Sang showed no sign of urgency, fully concentrating on the battle.

"Thud!"The ebony sword was repelled. Qin Sang's eyes swiveled, as if he had just woken up, and the Phoenix Wings on his back suddenly glowed with a green light. Then, with a flash, he vanished from his original position.

"Clink!"The treasured sword pierced through Qin Sang's afterimage and struck the wall.

That swordsman was a perfect sword cultivator; after missing, his expression showed no ripple. He recalled his treasured sword, accurately located Qin Sang's true body, and then, man and sword united as one, pursued relentlessly.

Similar scenes repeated many times.

Whenever Qin Sang was about to falter, he would rely on his evasion art to shake off his opponent. In this process, his comprehension of the Way of the Sword deepened even further.

"I've almost become familiar with their swordsmanship..."

Qin Sang slowly exhaled, a slight smile appearing on his face. He said in a deep voice, "Many thanks to the senior who created the Sword Path for guiding this junior's cultivation!"

Before his words finished, Qin Sang's aura greatly changed. He finally displayed his full strength, his physical body transforming into a sword wheel. In an instant, his entire being seemed to become a sharp sword, and he ruthlessly slashed towards his opponent.

The swordsman hurriedly held his sword horizontally to block, only to feel an immense force assailing him, instantly forcing him back several yards.

At the same time, a three-colored evasion light suddenly appeared on Qin Sang. He actually chose to abandon his current opponent, his figure flashing to appear directly above the head of the other swordsman, as his sword wheel descended like a heavenly strike.

At the same moment, his outer manifestation, which had been on the defensive, also erupted. Its true essence surged wildly like a flood dragon, smashing towards the swordsman's chest.

That swordsman was formidable; even when besieged, he remained completely calm. His figure swiftly retreated, and with a draw of his treasured sword, he attempted to fight both opponents at once.

But before Qin Sang, his movements were still slightly too slow.

His sword move had not yet fully formed when the sword wheel arrived. After a deafening roar, the treasured sword was sent flying, and the swordsman was simultaneously forced back by the immense power.

The manifestation had arrived!

"Boom!"The swordsman hastily blocked a palm strike from the manifestation, finding himself in a sorry state.

At this moment, Qin Sang activated his ebony sword to slash behind him, intercepting a sneak attack from his previous opponent. After entangling for a moment, he repeated his old trick.

The two swordsmen continuously changed their sword moves, but they were helpless before Qin Sang's top-tier evasion art and were finally defeated by him one by one.

With his chest sunken, the swordsman looked down, cupped his fists, and then transformed into a green light, merging into the stone wall.

The tide turned in an instant. Qin Sang and his manifestation besieged the swordsman, and it wasn't long before they defeated the last one.

"Finally, we passed!"

Qin Sang's face showed joy. He knew that although the swordsmen's swordsmanship was superb, they were, after all, inanimate constructs and incapable of strategy or deception.

However, this battle was not as easy as it seemed. He looked inward at his own body and found his true essence greatly depleted. He hastily took out a few spiritual pills and consumed them, then sat cross-legged to recover.

His manifestation was covered in sword wounds and also took pills to heal.

Unsure if dangers lay beyond the Sword Path, Qin Sang decided to wait until his strength recovered before proceeding.

Not long after, Qin Sang and his manifestation stood up.

The manifestation went ahead, with Qin Sang following, as they stepped onto the stone steps.

The stone steps led straight upwards, disappearing into the darkness. They were exceptionally smooth, having been trodden by an unknown number of people.

The Heavenly Eye Butterfly appeared on Qin Sang's shoulder, gazing at the end of the stone steps. It discovered that there was actually a door there, and it was half-open.