Chapter 837: Legacy of the Fu Sect, Three Swords Break the Body

Róng Dàhào was losing his mind. He never expected that his desperate attempt to fight would catch Young Master Xu's attention. Róng Dàhào wished he hadn't attracted such "appreciation for talent." He never wanted to associate with ghost beasts!

"Damn it!" Róng Dàhào roared. With a wave of his sleeve, the Grandmasters behind him charged forward in unison.

"Good!" Xu Xiaoshou praised with a smile, inviting him, "That's the spirit! You're arrogant, but I prefer your arrogance even more. Join the Xu Clan, and your talents will be displayed to their fullest!"

Róng Dàhào remained silent. He wanted to see just how far Young Master Xu could go as his twenty-eight Grandmasters soared forward.

"Excellent!" Xu Xiaoshou drew his Cangkun Sword in mid-air, showering them with praise, then sheathed it again.

Róng Dàhào was bewildered. What did that mean?

"Is this guy scared witless?" Róng Dàhào's expression shifted to astonishment.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! All twenty-eight Grandmasters tore through the air. At that moment, they all felt Young Master Xu's contempt. This guy simply didn't take them seriously.

"Kill!!!""Great Wave Devours Heaven!""Essence Devour Slash!""Golden Phoenix Ceases Roar Spear!"

Twenty-eight streaks of light, twenty-eight Grandmaster spiritual techniques, manifested as elemental light and shadow or ancient beast phantoms in a dazzling display of colors. From all directions and angles, they surged and slashed towards the smiling young man standing in mid-air.

Xu Xiaoshou, however, was calm and composed, leisurely saying, "Let the sword energy fly for a bit."

In the prisoner-of-war camp, the nine Grandmasters closed their eyes, tears welling up as painful memories flashed through their minds. Back then, they too were so arrogant, seeing Young Master Xu's movements and mistakenly believing he was powerless to resist. But now, the nine Grandmaster prisoners understood that the techniques they couldn't decipher were also beyond the comprehension of the twenty-eight newly promoted Grandmasters. If those people could have seen through it, they wouldn't be part of the second or third squads; they would be leaders of the zero or first squads.

Among everyone present, the only one who realized the imminent danger while charging forward was Lei Ze, the leader of the Zero Squad. As he unleashed his strike, a chill instantly ran down his spine, and he felt a faint coolness around his neck, sending shivers down his body. But by the time he reacted… Young Master Xu's sword was already sheathed!

"Watch out!" Lei Ze roared.

Róng Dàhào, observing from the rear, was not directly threatened by the attack, so he didn't sense the danger immediately. It was only after his initial shock that he faintly realized… Young Master Xu had drawn his sword.

"Be careful!" Róng Dàhào also shouted loudly. But it was too late.

Just as the twenty-eight Grandmasters were nearing Xu Xiaoshou, a series of explosive sounds suddenly erupted in the void. "Boom, boom, boom, boom…"

Without exception, a white sword energy burst forth from each of the twenty-eight Grandmasters. The sword energy wasn't strong; it merely shattered their protective spiritual energy and defensive spiritual techniques. Yet, the sword energy was incredibly potent. Despite each of the twenty-eight Grandmasters possessing distinct defensive methods, the sword energy precisely broke through everyone's defenses without even damaging their clothes in the slightest.

"Hiss!" Gasps of awe echoed through the void. As geniuses, everyone could naturally discern the intricacies of this sword strike. All Grandmaster spiritual techniques were instantly destroyed and interrupted, leaving the Grandmasters suspended motionless in the void, gazing at their own bodies with inexplicable shock on their faces.

"This level of control…""What?"

Róng Dàhào was also dumbfounded. What kind of swordsmanship was this? Facing twenty-eight Grandmasters, who could instantly assess the defensive strength of each one and then break through them individually? And what about this speed? After being preempted by twenty-eight Grandmasters, to strike later but arrive first, forcing all Grandmasters on the scene to a halt with a single sword?

"My heavens!" Among the Xu Clan's ranks, the Five Tiger Generals were aghast. Being close by and also Grandmasters, they had prepared themselves to discern Young Master Xu's sword technique, and thus they saw it most clearly. But precisely because they saw it clearly, they understood. After witnessing the sword energy disappear along the spatial pathways and then flash at each enemy's neck, the Five Tiger Generals finally comprehended just how powerful Young Master Xu's sword was!

"Is this the Sword Dao King?""Even if he had practiced swordsmanship since birth, he wouldn't be able to achieve such a level, would he?"

Sword cultivators were rare in the Central Region, and ancient sword cultivators were even rarer. To all spiritual refiners outside the Eastern Region, ancient sword cultivators were merely deified miracles. Initially, they didn't believe that so-called ancient sword cultivators could be invincible among their peers and fearless against encirclement. Figures like the Seven Sword Immortals were simply statistical anomalies, a minority!

But now, after witnessing Young Master Xu's single sword strike…

"I'm convinced," Tai Xing exclaimed, shaking his head. "I dare say, even a King might not be able to react to this sword strike, yet it seems to be just a casual swing from Young Master Xu?"

"It truly seems so…" Zhu Dong picked up his dropped jaw, his eyes filled with shock. "His sword completely embodies the rules of the Great Dao, appearing natural and spontaneous. Not to mention tracing its path, if you don't pay attention beforehand, you won't even know when he drew his sword!"

"Genius!" Mo Beibei exclaimed."Monster!" Xi Guanghan echoed."That was so flashy it blew my mind, truly unbelievable," Zhao Xiu from the prisoner-of-war camp, being less refined, blurted out.

Feared, Passive Points: 24.Admired, Passive Points: 846.

In the void, Xu Xiaoshou, who had forced the twenty-eight Grandmasters to a halt with a single sword, stood with his Cangkun Sword slung over his back, a smile on his face. "How was that? For this strike, I used only ten percent of my strength." He raised a finger, his smile radiant.

Even though they knew the person before them might be showing off, the twenty-eight Grandmasters still felt a prickle of dread on their scalps. Ten percent of his strength? Whether it was ten percent or not, they didn't know. But seeing Young Master Xu's reserved demeanor, they all knew that if he had added even half a fraction more power to that sword strike, twenty-eight heads might have rolled on the ground.

"How can he be this strong?""Completely unprepared. Are ancient sword cultivators all this terrifying?""After this guy gets the first move, if our defense isn't timely, our lives are truly in danger!"

The twenty-eight Grandmasters panicked. Lei Ze swallowed hard, touching the coolness on his neck, and spread his hand to reveal faint traces of blood. He was stunned, correcting his companions' words. "He didn't make the first move; he moved after!"

All noise ceased; silence fell over everything. After that single statement, the Grandmasters in the void collectively retreated half a step. Young Master Xu's oppressive presence was already exceptionally strong to everyone. At this moment, after his single sword strike, his figure, standing with the sword slung over his back, seemed to expand in their eyes into a towering giant. That kind of might was utterly irresistible! How could a praying mantis dare to block a chariot if a god was watching?

Xu Xiaoshou waited for a moment. Seeing no response from the crowd, he knew that after that one sword strike, it would be difficult for these people to erase the fear in their hearts. After all, his single sword strike was subtle. However, a King-level "Devouring Mountains and Rivers" aura, combined with his proud and dominant posture at that moment, left an indelible mark on everyone's minds—that was truly unforgettable!

In short, even if Xu Xiaoshou stood still now, it was unlikely these people would dare to draw their swords against him. Just like the towering giant he faced that day within the "Devouring Mountains and Rivers" aura, Xu Xiaoshou himself knew how difficult it was to muster the courage to confront such god-like beings!

"Are you surrendering or not?" Xu Xiaoshou ignored the twenty-eight Grandmasters and turned his gaze to Róng Dàhào. It could be said that among everyone present, this little fatty was the only one he truly paid attention to.

"Surrender?" Róng Dàhào gritted his molars. He wanted to retreat, but behind him lay a bottomless abyss; one step back meant utter destruction. "Better to be shattered jade than intact pottery!"

With another roaring declaration, the twenty-eight Grandmasters belonging to Róng's faction showed clarity in their eyes. But at this moment, no one dared to echo his words, nor did anyone dare to raise their swords against him.

"I'll fight you!" Róng Dàhào stepped forward alone. He had to act. Even if the person before him was incredibly powerful, he had no retreat now.

"So, a Void Descendant?" Xu Xiaoshou smiled, spreading his hands. "I've already defeated one before."

The previous sword strike was merely his casual attempt to combine his comprehension of the Dao with "Sword Skill Mastery." That strike might have been powerful, but essentially, it was built upon Xu Xiaoshou's formidable foundation. Constant sword observation led to rampant sword intent. Even a single 'Flying Flower' technique could pierce through everything. That was all there was to it!

Yet, Róng Dàhào, this Void Descendant before him, made Xu Xiaoshou sense a peculiar aura, distinct from ordinary Grandmasters.

"Come!" Xu Xiaoshou roared. He also wanted to use Róng Dàhào to verify just how high his own cultivation had reached.

The moment Róng Dàhào leaped into the air, spiritual energy surged from his Qi Sea, and a vast, ancient, weathered phantom of a colossal gate appeared behind him. The instant the ancient phantom manifested, his body seemed to pierce through the void, transforming into a translucent state. With the naked eye, one could actually see the mountains, rocks, and vegetation behind him.

"A phantom, a movement technique, or a spatial art?" Xu Xiaoshou was surprised, various conjectures forming in his mind, but to verify his thoughts, it would only take one sword.

"Sword Draw!" He lowered his body, drawing his sword with his right hand. Only a faint "clack" was heard, and others could merely discern the black Cangkun Sword seemingly returning to its sheath. Then, several miles away, a magnificent sword energy shot into the sky, blasting a mountain and directly shearing off the top of a small peak.

"Hiss!" The twenty-eight Grandmasters watching were all startled. The power of this sword strike was likely more than five times stronger than the previous one!

"Brother Hao, he's not dead, is he?" Everyone looked on nervously, only to see Róng Dàhào, who had been pierced by the sword, continuing straight on as if nothing had happened. His speed was incredibly fast.

As he dashed like lightning, everyone could still see Róng Dàhào muttering something, his hand seals flipping like fluttering butterflies.

"Mysterious Weight Ancient Gate, open!" Róng Dàhào roared. The ancient gate phantom behind him instantly turned black and became incredibly heavy. An immense, heavy aura, as if bearing the weight of all beings and an entire world, swelled forth. Then, the ground within ten zhang of Young Master Xu suddenly caved in, collapsing into an abyss.

"Under heavy pressure, Passive Points: 1." Even with his King-level body and the blessings of numerous passive skills, Xu Xiaoshou was still inevitably slammed into the ground by the tenfold increased gravity.

"What kind of move is that?" he wondered in surprise. With such a technique, there was barely any spiritual energy fluctuation detectable when it was cast. It was as if the guy was actually a human-shaped fierce beast, merely activating his own bloodline art, unrelated to the path of spiritual refining.

"Mysterious Weight Ancient Gate?""Gravity suppression?"

In the deep pit underground, the void warped intermittently. Xu Xiaoshou's clothes were pressed tightly against his skin, and even the muscles of his face seemed to be pulled downwards. If he didn't actively exert effort, his lower eyelids would be dragged down by the gravity, as if his eyeballs were about to be ripped out.

"Interesting," Xu Xiaoshou chuckled. This was the first time he had encountered such a move. It wasn't an elemental spiritual technique; it seemed more like an exclusive inheritance of the Void Descendants.

"Under heavy pressure, Passive Points: 1.""Under heavy pressure, Passive Points: 1."

The information bar kept popping up. Xu Xiaoshou assessed the pressure he was under, deducing that such gravity could indeed instantly crush the bones of an ordinary Grandmaster. But for him, it was equivalent to consuming a Cinderfire Seed that happened to have an offensive effect. Besides granting a passive point bonus of one per second, any other damage that struck him was instantly "converted" away and then restored to normal by "Endless Life."

"Quite strong. It can even grant passive point bonuses for offense. This little fatty is probably the first Grandmaster to do so," Xu Xiaoshou thought with amusement.

Then, he drew his sword. "Whoosh!"

A sound of tearing air arose. Hundreds of spectators outside the arena, each with their spiritual senses enhanced, didn't even dare to blink. At that instant, they were horrified to discover that Young Master Xu, who had previously been so crushed by gravity that his eyeballs seemed about to pop out, had, after deciding to draw his sword… not slowed down in the slightest! Full speed! It was still a sword strike so fast that no one could react or discern when he moved!

"Damn it!" Róng Dàhào cursed inwardly. He too was waiting, waiting to see if his move would work, so he could deduce the gap between himself and Young Master Xu and decide which move to use next. He never thought… there would be no way to deduce anything! The Mysterious Weight Ancient Gate had as much effect on this guy as air on cotton; it couldn't even slow his movements down by an inch!

"What a joke, isn't this guy an ancient sword cultivator? And aren't ancient sword cultivators' bodies supposed to be their weakness, the most fragile kind? What kind of monster is this guy?!"

While mentally ranting, Róng Dàhào saw Young Master Xu draw his sword and instantly changed his move. He flipped his hand seals, and his body once again became translucent.

"Boom!" Hundreds of zhang behind him, another mountaintop was shattered and destroyed. Cold sweat broke out on Róng Dàhào's forehead. What kind of damage was that?! His physical body was invincible. His swordsmanship was invincible. Ancient sword cultivators were supposed to be just warriors, yet this Young Master Xu could also unleash attacks like a ranged archer. How was he supposed to fight this? A hexagonal warrior, perfect in every aspect?

From the deep pit, Xu Xiaoshou slowly floated up, returning to mid-air. He stroked his chin, as if enlightened, and raised an eyebrow. "I think I understand how to fight you now."

Róng Dàhào's heart clenched. No way? After just one move, this guy saw through his technique?

"If you dare to strike again, that will be the moment of your defeat," Xu Xiaoshou watched him from a distance, chuckling.

Róng Dàhào was filled with doubt, but he saw Young Master Xu standing firm, with nearly a thousand people solemnly waiting beside him. For some unknown reason, he felt a surge of anxiety, completely unaware that he was already being affected by the oppressive aura.

"Again!" This time, Róng Dàhào didn't charge forward. Instead, he flipped his hand seals in place. In a single breath, the ancient gate phantom behind him turned dark, becoming profound black.

"Divine Suppression Ancient Gate!" Róng Dàhào roared. From the sky, a majestic ancient gate descended at light speed. The ancient gate was as vast as a tower, with peculiar spatial Dao chains hanging from its four corners. It descended with unparalleled swiftness, even more exaggerated than Young Master Xu's sword draw. The moment it appeared, it plummeted. In another blink, it suppressed the void.

"Boom!" The instant space shattered, everyone saw Young Master Xu's figure instantly blasted into fragments by the Divine Suppression Ancient Gate, turning into specks of light.

"Dead?" Everyone's pupils contracted.

"Hiss!" Just then, from Róng Dàhào's location, came a soft sound of a sword piercing flesh. Everyone simultaneously turned their gazes, only to see blood trailing on the other side. Young Master Xu stood with his back pressed against Róng Dàhào, his elbow against the fatty's chest, while the Cangkun Sword, held in a reverse grip, was now embedded in the latter's chest. Drops of blood splattered. The sword had pierced through his body!

"I told you, the moment you make another move will be the moment you lose," Xu Xiaoshou said. He gracefully turned his head, watching the majestic Divine Suppression Ancient Gate shatter his afterimage, feeling a lingering fear. This move was very powerful. The Void Descendant certainly had trump cards. He knew that if he had truly been suppressed by the ancient gate, he would likely have ended up severely injured. But… it was too slow!

The moment Róng Dàhào moved his hand, Xu Xiaoshou reacted. Their combat awareness was simply not on the same level.

"If I'm not mistaken, you do possess spatial arts, or rather, a spatial gate?""However, it seems you're still a bit unrefined in your mastery…""When one gate opens, the other must close?"

Xu Xiaoshou glanced at the fatty, his tone full of mockery. Róng Dàhào's eyes flashed with terror, and he spurted blood, gradually losing his vitality. He, he really saw through it? He lowered his head. His body, which had originally entered the spatial rules under the defense of the "Translucent Ancient Gate," was now directly pierced by Young Master Xu's black sword because he had changed his hand seals.

The black sword trembled erratically. Each movement intensified Róng Dàhào's pain. But he didn't care about that. What he cared about was why, as peers, the gap between them could be so vast? Void Descendant. Half-Saint Descendant. Could the chasm between them truly be so immense and insurmountable?