518: Chapter 518 Sword Peerless

The next day.

Qin Wushang stepped onto Baixian Square once again.

"Hehe! He's out!"

"The Devil Head Qin Wushang! It's said that a huge commotion broke out in the area where they were resting yesterday!"

"Isn't that normal? After killing King Bai Luo and the Thunder King, Lei Wuji, an assassination attempt was inevitable."

"So it was an assassination! That commotion was no small thing; the one who attacked must have been very strong. I wonder how he survived."

Gazes converged from all around as the sounds of discussion rose and fell like the tide.

In the battle in the private room last night, the Dao Emperor of the Turbid World had appeared, alarming countless powerhouses.

However, that aura had been too terrifying, so no one dared to risk spying, leaving them only to gossip after the fact.

"Yo! Not dead yet? You really made this Feng happy for nothing!"

A cold voice suddenly came from ahead.

Qin Wushang lifted his gaze and took a look.

The ferocious-looking Second Young Master Feng Buping was striding over, followed by several attendants, putting on quite a show.

"Do you even know how to speak? If you don't, then don't say anything! What do you mean by 'not dead yet'?"

Beside him, Yao Shinian held her pig-slaughtering knife, her round eyes glaring at Second Young Master Feng Buping, her small face filled with displeasure.

To her, Qin Wushang was already a friend.

After all, he had treated her to so much delicious food.

Provoking her friend was provoking her.

The pig-slaughtering knife in her hand moved slightly, and a brilliant saber glow flowed over the blade as Saber Qi crisscrossed, slicing through the surrounding air.

Second Young Master Feng Buping glanced at her, a contemptuous smile appearing on his face.

"You are Yao Shinian?"

He stood with his hands behind his back, his tone haughty.

"I advise you not to poke your nose into other people's business."

"What my Feng Family sets its eyes on will inevitably be obtained. By following this jinx, you will only meet with misfortune."

"I don't know if she'll have misfortune."

Qin Wushang spoke indifferently, looking at Second Young Master Feng Buping with a calm gaze, the killing intent in his eyes not concealed in the slightest.

"But if you keep barking like a dog here, you'll be the one meeting with misfortune in a moment."

If it weren't for the Dao Protector following behind Second Young Master Feng Buping, he would have already attacked by now.

He might not be able to kill him, but he could still deliver a heavy slap.

"Hmph! You should be glad your opponent isn't me, otherwise, I'd let you taste the Ninth Form of my Butcher Knife Technique!"

Yao Shinian stomped her foot, glaring angrily at Second Young Master Feng Buping.

She truly wanted to strike with her blade.

As for the consequences after striking, that wasn't something she should think about.

"Stubborn words are useless! If you have the ability, then attack! If not, then just take it."

Second Young Master Feng Buping revealed a smug smile, his chin slightly raised.

He had someone backing him; who would dare move against him here?

That was absolutely impossible.

"You're just a fox borrowing the tiger's majesty."

Qin Wushang said a word and turned his head to look at the sky.

The Small World had already stabilized, the cracked Void Realm had been repaired, and the entrance had opened again, emitting a deep, profound light.

*Buzz!*

Suddenly, a streak of sword light swept through the air from the distance.

The white glow was like lightning, and the Sword Qi soared to the heavens.

It was a youth in white clothes with white hair, treading upon a silver Flying Sword, his sleeves fluttering as he slowly descended from the ten thousand miles of long wind.

His white hair was like snow, his eyebrows like swords, and his eyes like stars; his entire person was like an unsheathed sharp sword, his sharpness fully revealed.

"White clothes and white hair treading a Flying Sword, a free immortal amidst ten thousand miles of long wind!"

"It's him! The Prodigy of the Immortal Alliance, Jian Wushuang!"

"Hah, Jian Wushuang... the person who once had the most hope of becoming the Immortal Lord's Disciple. I don't know why he wasn't chosen; it might be a matter of his background."

"Who cares? Anyway, this time Jian Wushuang's opponent is Qin Wushang! I wonder which of the two is stronger!"

"I feel like he might give up on the grand competition. After all, that Devil Head Qin Wushang is not ordinarily powerful."

"Bullshit! Do you think Jian Wushuang is weak?"

"Exactly! He already stepped into the Saint Venerable Realm a hundred years ago. Rumor has it he has already begun trying to use his own sword Dao to become an Alternative Great Emperor!"

"That is the Supreme Sword Body, a Prodigy born for the sword!"

Jian Wushuang's arrival caused a massive stir in the square.

Countless gazes focused on him, filled with awe, expectation, and the excitement of those watching for entertainment.

However, Jian Wushuang's gaze did not linger on anyone else.

As soon as he entered the square, it landed directly on Qin Wushang.

"You are very strong."

He spoke, his voice clear and resonant like the chime of a sword.

"But I am not weak either."

"When we fight later, I will unleash my strongest sword strike."

His tone was serious, carrying the respect a Sword Cultivator had for a powerful opponent, as well as a dense confidence.

However, from beginning to end, Qin Wushang did not look up at him even once.

He turned his head to say something to Yao Shinian and continued walking forward without stopping.

"How about I switch opponents with you?"

Yao Shinian leaned in close to Qin Wushang, chattering incessantly.

"I feel like my guy isn't much of a challenge; fighting him won't be satisfying."

"You can't. Otherwise, you'll be disqualified from the grand competition."

Qin Wushang refused her.

Yao Shinian curled her lip in dissatisfaction and stomped her foot, but she still followed him obediently.

The two of them just walked away like that.

From start to finish, Qin Wushang had not looked at Jian Wushuang once.

In the sky, Jian Wushuang stood on his sword, Sword Qi condensing in his palm, his hands trembling.

Ignored.

From beginning to end, Qin Wushang had been ignoring him.

He had cultivated in the Immortal Realm for nearly two hundred years, and his sword Dao attainments were invincible among his peers. When had he ever been so slighted?

"Senior Brother Jian, did you see that?"

Second Young Master Feng Buping spoke at the right time, fanning the flames.

"This Devil Head is arrogant and conceited. If you can use that sword strike, you might just be able to defeat him."

He thought for a moment and added, "Perhaps you and I will meet in the final two to decide the winner."

Jian Wushuang swept a cold glance at him.

"You should worry about yourself first and see if you can defeat Fairy Bingyun before saying anything else."

After he finished speaking, he no longer looked at Second Young Master Feng Buping, his gaze landing once again on Qin Wushang's receding back as a blazing Battle Intent ignited in his eyes.

Above the heavens, Fairy Mo's voice drifted down.

She still did not reveal herself, but that cold voice echoed between heaven and earth, clearly falling into everyone's ears.

"No. 1 Small World, Qin Wushang versus Jian Wushuang."

"No. 2 Small World, Yao Shinian versus Feng Zhiyu."

"No. 3 Small World, Mu Bingyun versus Tian Yanjing."

"No. 4 Small World, Second Young Master Feng Buping versus..."

Before she could finish her sentence, several figures moved simultaneously.

Jian Wushuang was the fastest.

His entire being transformed into a streak of sword light, piercing through the clouds and charging into No. 1 Small World in the blink of an eye.

The terrifying Sword Intent released instantly filled the entire world; Sword Qi crisscrossed, and the winds and clouds changed color, as if even the sky of the Small World was about to be slashed open.

Qin Wushang stood on the square, looking at the streak of sword light charging into the Small World, and finally lifted his eyelids slightly.

"To be supreme in the sword Dao is not to be supreme in the saber Dao... You are not yet qualified to make me look up to speak with you."

He spoke in a low voice and then stepped into No. 1 Small World.

*Boom!*

The moment he stepped into the Small World meant the start of the great battle.