65: Chapter 65 Sword Duel with the Ghost King?

The public channel fell silent instantly.

Then, it completely exploded.

[Bystander A: Holy crap! He accepted! He actually accepted!]

[Bystander B: Su Bai VS Sword Emperor! A battle between top 300 rankings!]

[Bystander C: Quick! Call everyone to watch!]

[Bystander D: @Everyone, stop matchmaking! Come watch the gods fight!]

Countless points of light converged in this direction.

A passage condensed in the void.

On the other end of the passage, a figure slowly emerged.

It was a young man of similar age to Su Bai, wearing a white robe with a long sword hanging from his waist; his face was cold and his gaze was as sharp as a sword.

Behind him was a vast Sword Dao World.

Countless sword mountains, countless sword forests, and countless sword pools.

Every mountain was filled with swords.

Every forest had swords floating in it.

Every pool had swords soaking in it.

Sword intent soared to the skies, and sword qi crisscrossed everywhere.

150,000 sword cultivators were lined up in neat formations.

At the very front, an old man with white hair and beard sat cross-legged in the void, holding a completely transparent long sword.

A Rank 5 Sword Immortal.

The supreme existence of the Sword Dao World.

The Sword Emperor stood at this end of the passage, looking at Su Bai with a mocking smile.

“The ‘Ace’ of Qinglin Province?”

“I thought you would keep hiding forever.”

He looked Su Bai up and down, his eyes full of contempt.

“A Rank 5 world and a thirty-eight-win streak; you indeed have some skill.”

“But it ends here.”

He raised his hand, and the Sword Dao World behind him began to tremble.

150,000 sword cultivators drew their swords simultaneously, their sword intent piercing the sky.

“My sword cultivators specifically counter Yin Qi!”

“Those ghosts of yours are defenseless before my sword intent!”

Su Bai looked at him without saying a word.

He simply raised his hand slightly.

Behind him, the grayish-white Yin Qi of the Netherworld World surged like a sea.

All five gateways opened.

The first gateway was from the Shadow Demon Abyss.

...

The fifth gateway was from the world core.

A pitch-black figure slowly stepped out.

The Ghost King.

He was clad in pitch-black armor with the ghost king sword at his waist, his golden vertical pupils coldly sweeping across the sword mountains.

Behind him, the phantom of a massive gate loomed.

Ghost Gate Pass.

The aura of the peak of Rank 5 was released without reservation.

The aura was so strong that the entire conscious universe trembled.

Those spectating points of light instantly retreated hundreds of miles.

[Bystander A: P-Peak Rank 5?!]

[Bystander B: Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap! Since when did he have a peak Rank 5 hero?!]

[Bystander C: What's behind that hero? A gate? Why is it so terrifying?!]

[Bystander D: The Sword Emperor is finished... He's really finished this time...]

The Sword Emperor's face instantly turned pale.

He looked at the pitch-black figure floating in the void, feeling the pressure that made his soul tremble; his lips shook slightly.

“P-Peak Rank 5?”

“How could you possibly have a peak Rank 5 hero?!”

Su Bai looked at him and spoke indifferently:

“Fighting?”

The Sword Emperor fell silent.

He looked at the 150,000 sword cultivators behind him, then at the Rank 5 Sword Immortal, and finally at the terrifying existence opposite them.

Three seconds later.

He gritted his teeth.

“Fight!”

“My sword cultivators specifically counter Yin Qi! Even if he is at the peak of Rank 5, I still have the strength to fight!”

He raised his hand, and the Sword Dao World behind him moved.

150,000 sword cultivators drew their swords at once, their sword intent soaring. That sword intent condensed into a massive sword beam that slashed directly at the Netherworld army.

The Rank 5 Sword Immortal opened his eyes and lightly swung the transparent long sword in his hand.

An even more terrifying sword beam slashed toward the Ghost King.

The Ghost King watched the incoming sword beam, his golden vertical pupils devoid of emotion.

He simply raised his hand.

[Ghost Domain] expanded.

[Yellow Spring Road] expanded.

The phantom of the Ghost Gate Pass instantly solidified.

The sword beam slashing at the Ghost King struck the Ghost Gate Pass without leaving even a single mark.

The massive sword beam slashing at the Netherworld army rapidly weakened on the Yellow Spring Road. Its sword intent was eroded by the Yellow Spring Power, and its sword qi was swallowed by the Yin Qi; by the time it reached the Netherworld army, less than thirty percent of its power remained.

Lan raised her hand.

200,000 Naga simultaneously formed a formation to withstand the sword beam.

The Frost King raised his hand.

23,000 Ice Crystals simultaneously released the Extreme Cold Domain, freezing the remaining sword qi.

The Mushroom King raised his hand.

100,000 Mushroom People simultaneously released spores, healing their wounded kin.

Shadow Blade disappeared from his spot.

A second later, he appeared behind the Rank 5 Sword Immortal.

His claw blades stabbed toward the Sword Immortal's neck.

The Sword Immortal reacted extremely quickly, instantly turning around and slashing his sword at Shadow Blade.

But Shadow Blade's figure disappeared again, reappeared, disappeared again, and reappeared once more.

He was too fast—so fast that the Sword Immortal couldn't track him at all.

At the same time, the Ghost King moved.

He drew the ghost king sword and slashed at the Sword Immortal.

That strike had no fancy techniques.

Only pure, ultimate power capable of severing everything.

The Sword Immortal resisted desperately, but his sword beam was like paper before the ghost king sword.

BOOM!!!

A violent shockwave spread in all directions.

The Sword Immortal was sent flying by the strike, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

For the first time, fear appeared in his eyes.

“What... what kind of monster is this?!”

But the Ghost King gave him no chance to catch his breath.

The second strike was already coming.

The third strike, the fourth strike, the fifth strike.

Each strike was stronger than the last.

Each strike carried the Yellow Spring Power, the pressure of the Ghost Gate Pass, and the will of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Submission.

The Sword Immortal resisted desperately, but his sword beam grew weaker, his sword intent more scattered, and his aura lower and lower.

Finally, the tenth strike.

The ghost king sword slashed down.

The Sword Immortal's body was sliced in half.

The Rank 5 Sword Immortal had fallen.

The battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

The sword cultivators who were still resisting froze in place upon seeing their ancestor slain.

Some threw down their swords and knelt, begging for mercy.

Some fled frantically, trying to escape this void.

Some completely broke down, clutching their heads and weeping.

But no one could escape.

The Space Folding of the Shadow Demons blocked all exits.

The Extreme Cold Domain of the Ice Crystals froze all those who tried to flee.

The spores of the Mushroom People left all the sword cultivators in a state of confusion.

The Ocean Power of the Naga submerged all those who resisted.

Sadako's Curse Spread plunged those sword cultivators into endless fear.

The Ghost Bride's red silk threads wove into a net, capturing every sword cultivator attempting to escape.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman's scissors, dripping with blood, harvested every life that tried to resist.

The battle lasted less than thirty minutes.

150,000 sword cultivators were completely annihilated.

Not a single survivor.