Chapter 125: The Broken Sword Repeats Itself
The Chongming Sword was wrapped in a thin layer of ancient silver, engraved with all kinds of patterns. Blade edges could even be seen on both sides. Anyone looking at it would assume that the ancient silver and the sword body were one piece.
Even the few cracks in the blade that revealed the blood jade inside only looked like part of the sword’s internal structure.
Even Ye Su had considered several times whether she should find a sheath for the Chongming Sword. But You Fushi rarely carried it himself; most of the time, the Chongming Sword simply floated behind him. She also had yet to find a material worthy of matching the Chongming Sword, so she had temporarily put the idea aside.
So when You Fushi pulled away the ancient silver, one could imagine the level of shock among everyone present.
The Chongming Sword was entirely crimson, shining with a jade-like luster. Blood seemed to flow faintly within the blade itself. With just one glance, anyone could feel the sword’s murderous and sinister aura.
There was no way it was an ordinary sword.
Zhou Qi, Sect Master of the Wujian Sect, could not help but stand up. Anyone in their sect who had entered the Sword Tomb knew this sword.
The ancient silver wrapped around the blood jade was simply too realistic, almost perfectly fused as one. There were even blade edges. No one could possibly imagine that the ancient silver was merely a sword sheath.
When You Fushi completely drew the blood jade sword body from the ancient jade sheath, an overwhelming bloody killing aura erupted from the blade.
The cultivators nearby were engulfed by that bloody, sinister energy and nearly lost consciousness.
Compared to this, Lu Chenhan’s sword intent suddenly seemed worthless.
You Fushi merely drew the blade and casually slashed once.
The opposing sword intent shattered instantly, unable to offer even the slightest resistance.
Lu Chenhan stepped back.
He could feel the Lonely Azure Sword shrinking back in fear.
A top-grade ancient sword that had fought alongside him, slaughtering beasts and demons, strengthened further by the blood of the Xuanyin Physique, yet when faced with the unsheathed Chongming Sword, it actually felt fear.
To Lu Chenhan, this was absolutely intolerable. His sword should fear no other sword!
Gripping the Lonely Azure Sword tightly, Lu Chenhan suddenly poured his vast Soul Formation-stage spiritual power into the blade.
His eyes fixed on You Fushi across from him.
He had merely obtained some demonic sword. At the end of the day, he was still just a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Wasn’t he afraid of backlash?
At that moment, crimson light burst brilliantly from the Chongming Sword. The entire sword radiated excitement and bloodthirst.
It had been too long since it had truly appeared in this world.
Now that its master was finally using it, the blood flowing faintly within the blade accelerated even further. The two stood at opposite ends of the arena. Without any wind, their robes fluttered on their own, one dressed in black, one in white.
Yan Hao stared at You Fushi and suddenly got a nosebleed. Quickly, she covered it with her hand.
Junior Brother You from Qianji Sect was simply unbelievable.
Clearly surrounded by overwhelming killing intent and holding a demonic sword flashing with blood-red light, dressed in black Daoist robes with the golden words “Qianji Sect” appearing and disappearing, yet not a trace of corruption clung to his aura.
Instead, he looked more like an aloof and noble young master detached from the mortal world.
Compared to him, Lu Chenhan could not be considered bad. He simply lacked that unique aura You Fushi possessed. The difference was heaven and earth.
On the arena, Lu Chenhan moved first.
He almost seemed to merge into one with the Lonely Azure Sword itself, carrying absolutely chilling sword intent as he slashed toward You Fushi.
Killing intent appeared.
The sword descended!
Kunlun sword intent could slay Heavenly Demons beyond one’s level.
A mere late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator— Die!
As Lu Chenhan descended in his strike, his eyes were cold and emotionless. Looking down at You Fushi below was like looking at a dead man. Those who provoked him had never met good endings.
You Fushi looked up at Lu Chenhan in the air. His long fingers held the crimson jade sword hilt. Though the Chongming Sword was excited, it did not dare interfere or tempt him.
It obediently waited.
The instant Lu Chenhan brought his sword down, the arena below was already damaged by the sword intent before the strike had even fully landed. Cracks spread across the platform.
You Fushi tilted his head slightly. He did not even move. He simply raised his hand and casually swung the Chongming Sword sideways.
A crimson burst of light exploded outward, instantly shattering Lu Chenhan’s sword intent.
Lu Chenhan, who had always been confident in the superiority of his sword intent, froze. Instinctively, he wanted to slash again. But You Fushi had already swung another strike.
Lu Chenhan could only hurriedly defend.
The arena barrier had already been reinforced several times by Daoist Fengchen, barely managing to contain the Chongming Sword’s killing intent.
“This sword is far too overbearing,” the Sect Master of the Five Elements Sect said as he stared at the sword in You Fushi’s hand.
Even from this distance, he could sense its threat.
“A mere late-stage Nascent Soul peak actually controls such a terrifying demonic sword.” The Sect Master of Ten Thousand Buddha Sect sighed. “This You Fushi deserves even more attention.”
You Fushi swung another sword strike.
The crimson light continuously suppressed Lu Chenhan’s Lonely Azure sword intent. Before absolute suppression, so-called sword intent was not worth mentioning.
Lu Chenhan refused to concede defeat.
Spiritual power poured frantically into his sword. Ignoring the Lonely Azure Sword’s resistance, he gripped the hilt with both hands.
Kunlun sword intent expanded once more, slowly pushing back against the crimson sword aura.
You Fushi continued looking up at Lu Chenhan.
Eventually, he grew tired.
His right hand suddenly withdrew, allowing Kunlun sword intent to slash toward him. Yet the next instant—he swung again. This time, the blood flowing inside the Chongming Sword became even more visible.
Crimson light surrounded You Fushi. Even his feet sank into the arena floor. The Chongming Sword’s killing intent collided once more against Kunlun sword intent.
This time, it crushed through everything in its path. Lu Chenhan watched helplessly as his sword intent shattered. The crimson light had already reached him.
Instinctively, he raised his sword horizontally to block.
Crack—crack—
History repeated itself. Only this time, the one whose sword broke was Lu Chenhan.
“How is that possible?!” The brown-haired elder by the arena cried out in shock.
The Lonely Azure Sword might not compare to the Seven Absolute Sword, but within Kunlun it was one of a kind.
Yet now, it had been cut in half. Even outsiders were shocked.
Not to mention Lu Chenhan himself, who had exhausted all his Soul Formation spiritual power to escape You Fushi’s strike.
He knelt on one knee beneath the arena. The ground within ten meters had shattered from the force of his kneeling.
Lu Chenhan slowly turned his head and looked at the Lonely Azure Sword in his right hand, broken in half.
For the first time ever, unprecedented fury and humiliation appeared on his usually handsome and indifferent face. He clenched the sword hilt tightly. So tightly that blood flowed down from his hand.
Slowly, Lu Chenhan raised his head and stared at You Fushi on the arena. But You Fushi seemed entirely unaware.
Lowering his head, he slowly sheathed the Chongming Sword back into its ancient silver sheath before quickly stepping off the arena to find Ye Su.
“One more match and we can go back?” You Fushi stood in front of Ye Su, sleepiness faintly appearing in his eyes.
“Mm. Once we finish, we can go back.”
Ye Su reached out for the Chongming Sword.
You Fushi handed her the hilt.
From beginning to end, he never looked at Lu Chenhan again. Ye Su lowered her head and carefully examined the sword.
After being inserted back into the ancient silver sheath, if she had not seen it with her own eyes earlier, she would never have discovered that the sword even had a sheath.
Holding the hilt with one hand and gripping the ancient silver sheath with the other, Ye Su tried copying You Fushi and drawing the blade.
But the moment she exerted a little force, two cuts opened across her palm.
Blood quickly flowed out and was immediately absorbed by the Chongming Sword.
“Only I can remove the sheath,” You Fushi lowered his head and grabbed Ye Su’s injured hand. His fingertips lightly touched the blood on her wounds.
“Even the person who forged the Chongming Sword couldn’t remove it.”
Ye Su lowered her hand.
Spiritual power circulated, speeding up the healing of her wounds.
“So that’s how it is.”
There was probably some kind of restriction placed on the sword.
“Chenhan, get up.” The brown-haired elder frowned and walked over, trying to help him rise.
Lu Chenhan avoided his hand and slowly stood up himself. His jaw clenched tightly. He stared at You Fushi, who showed no reaction whatsoever.
Finally unable to suppress it any longer, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
On the high platform, the Sect Master of Ten Thousand Buddha Sect raised a hand to cover his mouth, hiding the upward curl of his lips.
Ha.
Until the very last moment, who could have guessed that Kunlun’s Lu Chenhan would have his sword cut in half?
This was simply Kunlun’s greatest humiliation.
As for the final match ahead, Gu Liangtian’s chances of victory had suddenly skyrocketed.
After all, the significance of placing in the top three was completely different from ranking among the remaining seven. Just the amount of time spent inside the Wheel Tower alone was different.