Chapter 181 The Invisible Blade, the Most Deadly

"Cauldron Suppressing the Eight Desolations!"

Seeing that the bronze cauldron could not suppress Yan Chu, Sima Tao roared, his Primordial Spirit shining brightly as his True Essence surged like the sea.

The Origin Qi of heaven and earth within a radius of ten miles became turbulent. He seemed to turn into a bottomless pit as countless wisps of Origin Qi surged toward him. The transparent cauldron in the Void Realm shrank rapidly, and a vast Aura condensed upon his body.

"Ha!"

His tall figure suddenly flashed, stepping onto the wall of the cauldron. His entire Aura spread downward with this step, turning into a wild, fierce wave.

With this step, the surrounding Void Realm vibrated, and the mountains shook.

Yellow Dragon Mountain below seemed to have suddenly shrunk in height.

Clang!

As if a real mountain were pressing down with a weight of a thousand tons, the bronze cauldron burst with a brilliant green light and crashed down toward Yan Chu.

"Junior! Let's see how you contend with this!!"

Sima Tao spoke harshly. With this move, his Primordial Spirit resonated with heaven and earth, locking Yan Chu firmly inside. Even if Yan Chu's cultivation was equal to his own, he would be unable to break free.

"A mere insignificant trick, yet you dare to show off before a master!"

Yan Chu sneered, and a golden light erupted from his throat, instantly spreading over his entire body like liquid gold, turning him into a small figure cast from gold.

With a boom, his palms pushed upward as if supporting the heavens.

Powerful Qi collided and eroded each other, striking countless sparks against the bronze cauldron and his golden body.

Clang! Clink, clank, clang!

He held the entire bronze cauldron in his hands; even with Sima Tao channeling the Aura of heaven and earth, he couldn't press it down even an inch.

The green flames burning at the mouth of the cauldron were blocked by the golden light, unable to break through his defense.

Roar! Pffft! Bang! Crackle!

Golden Dragon phantoms flickered and roared on Yan Chu's palms, continuously striking the sinking waves of True Essence and the bronze cauldron, erupting into countless electric sparks and crackling sounds.

Every single spark could easily kill a Great Grandmaster.

The air within a radius of hundreds of meters exploded continuously. Visible waves of air converged, even warping the light so that it couldn't shine through.

"Hahahaha! Old man! Is this all you've got?"

"If this is it, then I'm going to start trying!"

"Eighteen Gates of the Indestructible Vajra! Unbeatable under the heavens!"

"Beating the Old Marquis into a dog!"

Yan Chu laughed wildly, his words full of mockery.

The onlookers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Even from such a distance, they could feel the Old Marquis's terrifying power. That immense momentum shook the Void Realm, making it hard for them to even stand.

But looking at Yan Chu, he seemed so at ease that he could even mock his opponent.

The rays of True Essence Qi made everyone watching tremble with fear.

Was this the Old Marquis's final trump card?

"Enough talk!!"

Sima Tao's white hair danced wildly, his expression hideous.

"Yan Chu! Take this palm of mine first!"

With a hum, he soared into the high sky. The bronze cauldron suddenly broke free from Yan Chu's hands and followed him. For dozens of miles around, the wind rose, clouds surged, and lightning flashed as if dancing for him.

"Mountain-Suppressing Cauldron Essence Palm!!"

Bang!

Sima Tao's face turned flushed as he struck the bronze cauldron with a full-force palm.

Rumble!

A transparent palm print pushed the bronze cauldron down fiercely. The green light on the cauldron was incredibly bright, as if it had been grabbed and smashed down by the palm. A transparent trail appeared in the air, and everything in its path was crushed to pieces.

After this palm strike, Sima Tao's white hair became even more withered, and his face seemed to have aged significantly.

"A life-burning palm strike!!"

Mei Haichuan and several other Supreme Grandmasters saw the truth of the situation and shook their heads.

The Old Marquis's Lifespan was already near its end; after this battle, he likely wouldn't survive.

Had he been younger, he might have been able to fight Yan Chu for three days and three nights without exhaustion, but now he was unable to do so.

To defeat Yan Chu, he had no choice but to resort to such a desperate measure as burning his life force.

How would Yan Chu take this palm strike?

Everyone's eyes turned toward him.

"Good! You truly are a Supreme Grandmaster famous for many years. This palm strike finally looks like something!"

There wasn't a hint of tension in Yan Chu's expression; instead, he clapped and laughed.

"In that case, I'll give you a quick death!"

As he spoke, Yan Chu spread his hands. The clouds within dozens of miles were all drawn toward him, leaving the sky clear for ten thousand miles.

His entire body was wrapped in thick clouds, with only his golden hair faintly visible.

Boom!

Cloud Dispelling Palm! Tearing Sky and Dispelling Clouds!

With a single palm strike, the horizon before him was truly torn asunder.

It wasn't an illusion; the palm strike turned the space ahead into a vacuum, and all matter was annihilated.

Bang!

Under this palm strike, the bronze cauldron exploded. Countless bronze shards mixed with True Essence erupted, forming a shockwave that covered several miles.

Fortunately, this was high in the air. If it had been on the ground, Yellow Dragon Mountain would have been leveled instantly, and no one would have survived.

Boom!

The Cloud Dispelling Palm did not pause; its palm force surged incessantly toward Sima Tao.

Sima Tao's vitality was failing; pressured by this palm strike, he could no longer evade.

He closed his eyes, having accepted his fate.

Hum!

At that moment, the Void Realm vibrated slightly.

Sima Tao snapped his eyes open and looked intently.

A blood-colored Saber Qi broke through the clouds and fell behind Yan Chu.

Although this strike was enough to kill a Supreme Grandmaster, not a single hint of killing intent had leaked out beforehand; even Yan Chu hadn't noticed.

Only at the moment the Saber Qi appeared did the killing intent reveal itself.

It was so intense that it was beyond comparison. The world seemed to turn blood-red, and even Yan Chu could not evade it.

"It's the Seven Kill Sect's Seven Kill Saber Technique! Invisible Blade!"

Yan Xuan and the others were shocked; they hadn't sensed it at all.

The Seven Kill Sect's saber techniques are divided into seven levels, and 'Invisible' is exactly the fourth level Realm.

The Invisible Blade is the deadliest!

It was Liu Zhe of the Seven Kill Sect. He had been hiding in the shadows.

Just to wait for this opportunity!

Because he was absolutely no match for Yan Chu in a direct confrontation, he took this chance to launch a sneak attack.

The timing was perfect.

It was exactly when Yan Chu was striking with full force.

"Old Daoist, Brother Mei, should we..."

Yan Xuan had just spoken, wanting to ask Daoist Priest Xuan Tong and the other if they should lend a hand, when he saw that Mei Haichuan, who had been beside him, had suddenly vanished.

Looking again, Mei Haichuan had actually appeared above Yan Chu. His palms were like countless complex plum blossoms, divided into seventy-two routes, each containing hundreds of variations, sealing off Yan Chu's entire body.

This was his long-famous Seventy-Two Routes of Plum Blossom Scattering Hands.

The plum blossoms, which were inherently poignant and beautiful, now possessed the most intense killing intent, as if a red blood-light were shining through.

Mei Haichuan struck with his palms repeatedly and shouted:

"Old Tang! Strike now!"

Swish!

A middle-aged man in gray surged into the sky from the crowd below. With a clang, a long sword flew from the scabbard on his back, circled in the air, and transformed into a several-dozen-foot-high Sword Qi, plunging straight down toward Yan Chu's head.

"It's the Right Protector of the First Uprising Gang, 'swimming dragon sword' Tang Laoshi!"

Yan Xuan and Daoist Priest Xuan Tong looked at each other, unable to hide their horror.

In an instant, so many experts had appeared at once to take Yan Chu's life.

"Hahahaha! Thank you for the assistance, Brother Mei!"

Tang Laoshi laughed in mid-air. As the long sword stabbed down, he repeatedly tapped his index finger, creating dozens of sword fingers that shot toward Yan Chu's major acupoints.

...

In an instant, three Supreme Grandmasters attacked Yan Chu simultaneously.

Bang!

What first drew everyone's attention was not their attacks, but Yan Chu's palm strike.

Sima Tao couldn't evade and was struck into a mist of blood by the palm.

The Marquis of Annan, who had dominated the Jianghu for a hundred years, completely vanished from the world.

[Killed a Supreme Grandmaster, settled a grudge, Experience +50,000, Unrestrained Ascension Step +1]

Whoosh—

Despite Yan Chu's precarious situation high in the sky, the countless Jianghu travelers below were in an uproar; they hadn't expected the Old Marquis to die just like that.

Tears welled up in Shen Zuirong's pretty face. Finally seeing her enemy die, she couldn't contain her emotions.

But she didn't have time for joy before her heart tightened with worry.

Her peach-blossom eyes widened, and her face turned pale.

At the same time Sima Tao was turned into blood mist, the attacks of the three Supreme Grandmasters landed on Yan Chu.

Clang!!!!

A grand sound of clashing metal rang out, making everyone's ears ring incessantly.

Sword Qi and saber energy erupted simultaneously, forming a storm that swept across a thousand-foot radius, making it impossible for anyone to see what was happening.

When the commotion in the sky subsided, everything came into view.

They saw Yan Chu catching a large saber between two fingers. The saber's glow flickered, but it couldn't advance even a fraction of an inch.

As for 'swimming dragon sword' Tang Laoshi, the Semi-Divine Weapon in his hand was now just a hilt; the blade had been shattered by Yan Chu's finger.

As for the rogue cultivator Mei Haichuan, he retreated with a pale face, a trace of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.

Yan Chu held the large saber between his fingers. No matter how much Liu Zhe of the Seven Kill Sect exhausted his efforts, he couldn't budge it at all, and his face turned incredibly grim.

Yan Chu was expressionless. His other hand was behind his back, where a mass of blue True Essence condensed, compressing the three forces of wind, cloud, and frost to their limit.

"Don't you know? It's very impolite to attack me like this."

"I'm someone who hates impolite people the most!"

This calm and composed demeanor made Liu Zhe and the other two even more wary; they had launched such a sneak attack, yet their opponent was completely unharmed.

Boom!

As Yan Chu finished speaking, he slammed the Three Points Returning to Origin Qi in his hand onto the peak of Yellow Dragon Mountain, crushing half of the mountain to pieces.

Rumble!

Terrifying Origin Qi mixed with dust and smoke swept in all directions. Rocks tumbled, the mountain shook, and countless people cried out in alarm and pain.

"Ah!!! Yan Chu, what are you doing?!!"

"Retreat, quickly!!"

"Great Hero Yan, please show mercy! We didn't attack you!!"

Cries of alarm rose one after another, with many people rushing to explain. But gradually, everyone realized they didn't seem to be injured; they had just been given a massive fright.

amitabha!

From within the dust and smoke, a malicious voice rang out.

"Benefactor Yan is indeed formidable. To think you sensed this poor monk hiding nearby long ago."

Whoosh!

As the voice fell, a gale blew across the peak of Yellow Dragon Mountain, sweeping away all the dust and smoke to reveal the collapsed half of the summit platform.

A fat monk stood on a tree trunk protruding from the mountain wall.

His monastic robes were blown by the mountain wind, clinging to his body and revealing well-defined muscles.

At this moment, although the fat monk was looking at Yan Chu with a smile,

his lecherous eyes were fixed on Shen Zuirong's curvaceous body, the heat in his gaze impossible to hide.

"It's the Sect Leader of the Huanxi Sect, Joyful Buddha!!"

...

Daoist Priest Xuan Tong and Yan Xuan of the Fire Worship Sect both changed expression. They hadn't expected this old monster to appear.

This lecherous monk's strength and reputation were not in the least inferior to the Old Marquis Sima Tao's.

Boom!

Before anyone could react, Joyful Buddha swept his red monastic robes, which descended toward Shen Zuirong like a red cloud, causing her to turn pale with fright.

To think this old lecherous monk's first target was actually her.

"Presumptuous!"

Song Xingwu beside her shouted. With a clang, the cold saber on his back was unsheathed, and countless bright Saber Qi rays were unleashed, causing many people around to change expression and dodge.

These past few days, under Yan Chu's guidance and provision of resources, Song Xingwu's cultivation and saber techniques had improved greatly, putting him just one step away from becoming a Great Grandmaster.

Unfortunately, before Joyful Buddha, even a Great Grandmaster was no different from an ant.

The monastic robes suddenly enveloped several people, aiming to snatch Shen Zuirong away.

"Humph!"

Just then, a figure charged out from the crowd. Using a judges brush to tap repeatedly, they instantly drew a golden net, blocking the monastic robes from descending.

"Hehehe-ha!"

Joyful Buddha's slightly chubby face looked indifferent. He laughed loudly as he leaped from the tree trunk and clawed downward, forming a hundred-foot-wide handprint that covered nearly half of the mountain peak.

Pffft pffft pffft!

Before the palm print could even land, more than ten people were already unable to withstand the pressure and exploded into mists of blood. The mountain peak was instantly filled with the smell of blood.

"Ah!!! Run!!!"

"Murder!!"

The onlookers hadn't expected such a sudden turn of events and fled in all directions in terror.

...

At the same time Joyful Buddha began his move, Yan Chu high in the sky also moved.

With a tug of his two fingers, the large saber in Liu Zhe's hand was involuntarily pulled toward him.

"Let go!!"

Liu Zhe's entire True Essence and cultivation erupted, yet he still couldn't stop it.

In a rage, his entire body overflowed with killing intent. His other hand acted as a saber, bursting with blood-colored Saber Qi as it slashed toward Yan Chu's head.

Yan Chu was dismissive.

"Playing with a saber in front of the Ancestral Master is truly showing off before a master!"

Swish!

Channeling the Three-Point Divine Finger, his two fingers seemed to transform into saber blades and stabbed out fiercely.

Riiiip!

"Ah!!!"

Accompanied by the sound of tearing flesh, this saber-finger first tore through Liu Zhe's palm and then, with unabated momentum, plunged into his eyes, churning frantically inside his head.

"Ah!!!!!"

His screams were wretched beyond measure. Countless rays of Saber Qi shot out from his head, while red and white fluids splashed out like urine.

Even though a Supreme Grandmaster's life force is incredibly tough, once their head has been mangled like this, they cannot survive.

[Killed a Supreme Grandmaster of the Seven Kill Sect, settled a grudge, Experience +50,000]

"Don't worry! You aren't the first to die from the Seven Kill Sect!"

"And you won't be the last!"

Yan Chu's voice was cold and ruthless as he looked up at the other two.

Tang Laoshi and Mei Haichuan looked at each other, both seeing the horror in the other's eyes.

Liu Zhe's strength was even slightly superior to theirs, yet he had been killed just like that.

The Seven Kill Sect's killing methods were very strong.

But Yan Chu was even stronger!

Escape!

Simultaneously, the two of them fled in different directions.

Boom!

The air boomed as Yan Chu threw Liu Zhe's saber. It vanished as a streak of light and reappeared, bringing with it a spray of hot blood.

Little Lis Flying Dagger executed with a large saber was still a strike that never missed!

"Ugh-aaaah!!!!"

A saber wound that was transparent from front to back appeared in the chest of the Qingzhou Rogue Cultivator Mei Haichuan. Terrifying Saber Qi and Saber Intent ravaged the wound, making him unable to use True Essence to stay airborne. He screamed as he plummeted from the high sky.

Thud!

He crashed into the valley, kicking up a cloud of dust dozens of meters high.

On the other side, Yan Chu whipped up a fierce gale and appeared above Tang Laoshi in a flash, his tall figure instantly casting a shadow over him.

"Ah!!! Mercy!!!"

'swimming dragon sword' Tang Laoshi's face finally showed panic, yet his hands conjured hundreds of sword fingers that shot toward every part of Yan Chu's body.