Chapter 336: The Eighth Sword Immortal?

Two fragments of a corpse thudded heavily to the ground.

Previously, Xu Xiaoshou's punch had created a vacuum for ten miles around, astonishing tens of thousands of onlookers.

Now, the scruffy man's sword strike brought complete silence, with not a sound to be heard.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

What kind of immortal sword strike was this?

This sword was like Kunwu, capable of cutting through the nine heavens, or like the sun rising from a sea of clouds, parting rivers and stopping their flow.

Not only was Chong Dong split in two by this single strike,

but a long black void line extended upwards to the heavens beyond the heavens, seemingly without end.

"A single sword strike for eternity, nothing more fitting!"

Finally, after someone exclaimed in awe, the scene erupted into chaos.

All the sword cultivators present watched their own swords rise into the air, as if a myriad of swords were returning to their origin, paying homage to the scruffy man at the center of the battle.

In their hearts, a legend surfaced for each of them.

Everyone's faces flushed crimson, and their fists clenched tightly.

That legend, in the Eastern Region, in this gathering place of sword cultivators, represented a deity!

The one and only.

Even across the entire Sacred God Continent, though the legend might have been fleeting, it had left an indelible mark on history.

"A sword immortal comes from the East with a single sword, drunkenly leaning on the Yellow Springs, walking through the Azure Heavens?"

Finally, someone couldn't hold back and uttered this legendary verse.

At this moment, all the other sword cultivators… glared at him angrily.

"What a joke!"

"Even a casual strike from the Eighth Sword Immortal could not be compared to this one!"

"Look who he struck down—just a Throne!"

"Who is this? Chong Dong, Commander Chong? Is that impressive? Not necessarily!"

"You dare to link a mere Throne to the Eighth Sword Immortal?"

"Setting aside that the Eighth Sword Immortal has long perished, how dare you make such a bold connection with such a weak sword strike, directly attributing it to the Eight Sovereigns... to the Eighth Sword Immortal!"

"Absurd!"

"Ridiculous!"

"Utterly laughable!"

The first person to speak was immediately showered with contempt by everyone.

Indeed, the legend of the Eighth Sword Immortal was a household name in the Eastern Region.

For sword cultivators, his existence was faith, a deity!

How could a deity suddenly descend upon the world and unleash such a weak sword strike?

A mere Chong Dong...

Just a Throne...

Ordinarily, he might indeed be a remarkable figure, but to genuinely compare him to the deity in everyone's minds...

It was preposterous!

The person who spoke felt greatly wronged. He knew that being the first to suggest it would undoubtedly earn him a torrent of criticism from the crowd.

But he couldn't hold it back!

He was also a fan of the Eighth Sword Immortal, so how could he not recognize some of that man's famous techniques?

"Go ahead and criticize, but look closely at that sword strike just now—isn't it the Eighth Sword Immortal's 'Great Buddha Slash'?"

At this, everyone fell silent.

For a long time.

"Indeed, it does seem like it..."

"Like hell it does!"

Someone immediately grew furious.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal's 'Great Buddha Slash'—you speak as if you're qualified to have witnessed it. Your superficial understanding is merely based on hearsay."

"Are things seen from spiritual skill copies authentic?"

"'Great Buddha Slash' is this weak?"

"Not to mention anything else, how many imitation spiritual skills of this form have you seen?"

"Even if not a hundred thousand, there must be at least ten thousand. Stop attributing everything to the Eighth Sword Immortal, please!"

"Even if we take ten thousand steps back and assume this is 'Great Buddha Slash,' where is the 'Buddha'? Where is the illusory image of the Great Buddha?"

"This is clearly a pirated spiritual skill, a solid fact!"

The crowd was in an uproar, on the verge of breaking into a fight.

Fortunately, there were a few non-sword-wielding, relatively calm members among the Imperial Guards who immediately restrained their more impulsive comrades.

This prevented a tragic incident of Imperial Guards harming each other.

Yuan Sandao also fell silent.

Indeed, there were many copies of the "Great Buddha Slash," and even the authentic version was not solely known by Ba Zun'an.

At least, to his knowledge, this spiritual skill existed within the direct lineage of the Three Moon Immortal City.

Being able to use half a "Great Buddha Slash" had little connection to Ba Zun'an.

He could only indirectly deduce that the man before him might indeed be from the Three Moon Immortal City.

At the very least, his connection there was not insignificant!

As for why the man had replied "wrong" to his question...

To be honest, Yuan Sandao hadn't expected to get the man's most truthful answer from the start.

Just then, a purple box fell from Chong Dong's severed corpse.

The moment the box hit the ground, it snapped open with a *pop*, and then a light projection materialized, revealing Chong Dong's form.

Yuan Sandao immediately stepped forward, blocking the scruffy man's path.

The scruffy man, however, raised an eyebrow. He didn't advance, instead calmly observing the purple box as it operated.

After the light projection appeared from the box, a series of inscribed patterns flickered.

The next moment, a purple wormhole appeared, and Chong Dong's body parts on either side were sucked into it.

At this instant, the heavens and earth vibrated, as if a rule of the Heavenly Dao had been forcibly altered. Calamity clouds gathered, and the sky suddenly turned pitch black.

Thunder rumbled and exploded from a clear sky, yet found no target.

After the black calamity clouds in the sky receded, the wormhole reappeared, and a brand-new Chong Dong dropped out.

His body was perfectly restored; even his severed fingers were reattached.

It was as if spatial-temporal rules had been inverted and replaced, with the box retrieving a pristine Chong Dong from a previous timeline and substituting him.

However, memories could not be replaced.

The newly formed Chong Dong's face was pale, and his limbs were weak. The moment he appeared, he collapsed to the ground.

Yuan Sandao sheathed his blade and immediately protected him.

"Heavenly Xuan Pearl?"

For the first time, surprise flashed in the scruffy man's eyes. He exclaimed, "You little brat, how could you possess Dao Qiongcang's Heavenly Mechanism Box?"

Dao Qiongcang?

Hearing that name, Yuan Sandao's pupils constricted, and his heart was once again filled with horror.

Who was Dao Qiongcang?

Kuileihan, Ba Zun'an, and the unfathomable Dao Qiongcang!

These were the three peak giants among the Ten Sovereigns of the Central Region, the current Hall Master of the Sacred God Hall, and the Sacred God Continent's foremost Heavenly Mechanist.

This man...

How could he utter that name in such a casual tone?

One must know that the name of the Sacred God Hall's Hall Master was not to be mentioned by ordinary mortals.

Even Spirit Refiners generally used "Hall Master" as a substitute when referring to him.

Who exactly was this man?

Was he a contemporary of Dao Qiongcang? Had he fought with him? Or did he have some other unknown special connection?

Yuan Sandao suppressed the shock in his heart and took a deep breath.

He knew that today's events would likely end anticlimactically.

But even so, duty bound him, and he still had to ask his third question!

"Sir, you should be aware of the continent's clear regulations: Throne-level masters are forbidden from acting directly. They must either enter a Boundary Realm or the Half-Void Heavens."

"However, your direct action has harmed tens of thousands of innocents in Tiansang City, which is a truly grave offense!"

"If the Sacred God Hall pursues this, what will happen even if you transcend the Throne or transcend Path-Slaying? Won't you still face death in the end?"

Yuan Sandao slowly turned his blade, holding it upright before his chest, and said, "My third question is: Why did you act?"

A powerhouse of his caliber truly had no need to demean himself in such a way!

To act in Tiansang City?

That's too foolish!

Yuan Sandao felt there must be some unspeakable secret behind this.

The scruffy man smiled again.

Chong Dong's ability to revive himself was a testament to his power; as far as the scruffy man was concerned, the matter was closed.

He acted by his own principles and only killed once.

Putting Chong Dong's matter aside, he began to answer Yuan Sandao's questions.

"Firstly, I am not a Throne, as you've observed. I am merely a post-celestial being. The continent's rules cannot bind me!"

Yuan Sandao's mouth twitched.

The scruffy man wasn't finished. He continued, "Secondly, although I've already explained, I will do so again: I truly was not the one who harmed the innocents of Tiansang City."

"If not you, then who could it be?" Yuan Sandao sneered, "Could it be the corpse next to you, which has been split into several pieces?"

"It was him." The scruffy man kicked the sack on the ground and said, "His actions have nothing to do with me."

Yuan Sandao choked.

The sack was uncovered; he had already investigated it. Inside was just a dying Innate Realm junior.

"Did this guy blast Tiansang City's ground into the air?"

"Are you kidding me?!"

"This blame-shifting... do you really think you can just pull out someone who can't speak and arbitrarily cast blame?"

"Laughable!"

"So, why are you here?" Yuan Sandao spoke coldly.

He couldn't be bothered to argue about other things, but the man's purpose for acting had to be clarified.

He couldn't possibly fabricate a story saying, "I came here to save the kid in the sack; otherwise, he would have been killed by the corpse on the side," could he?

"Haha!"

Yuan Sandao was amused by his own thought.

If that were the case, it wouldn't be that the other person had a problem, but rather that the other person thought he, Yuan Sandao, was as insane as they were!

However, the scruffy man kicked the sack.

"To be frank, I came here to save this kid."