130: Chapter 130 Using one's body as a sword, a desperate gamble!

He naturally wouldn't rashly interfere with a life-sacrificing strike of this level.

"I'll go finish him!"

The Wuxiang Envoy immediately spoke up, clearly wanting to interrupt this increasingly dangerous topic.

He was afraid the Sect Master would bring up the matter of Cannot Be Bound again; he neither dared to hide the truth nor knew how to face the embarrassment.

Seeing that Ye Dingzhi didn't stop him, he immediately leaped up, turning into a streak of long rainbow light that soared over the heads of the Demonic Cult warriors, pouncing straight toward Zhao Guyan.

"What fast movement technique!"

Misty Wind's pupils constricted.

As the successor of the Wind God Leg, he was extremely sensitive to speed and considered his own light body technique to be top-tier.

He never expected that a random person from the Demonic Cult could be fast to such an extent.

"Zhao Guyan, you've reached the end of your road!"

The Wuxiang Envoy shouted harshly, his voice full of arrogance and Killing Intent.

However, Zhao Guyan merely walked forward slowly, turning a deaf ear to the roaring as he gently raised a finger and pointed out.

In an instant, under everyone's horrified gaze, a green sword shadow dozens of Zhang long streaked across the Void Realm.

The Wuxiang Envoy, who had been howling wildly just a second ago, was instantly reduced to ashes, leaving not even a trace behind.

The entire field fell into a deathly silence.

The few people who had originally wanted to rush forward and claim credit amidst the chaos now only wished their parents had given them more legs so they could run faster.

Wails rose from all sides as everyone scrambled to flee from Zhao Guyan's direction.

In the blink of an eye, there was no one for a hundred Zhang in front of him, and not a single figure could be seen for several hundred paces behind him.

"To think he is this strong?"

Conquering Cloud's eyes widened.

Tyrant's heart also jolted.

Fortunately, he hadn't acted rashly.

With that sword strike, even he wouldn't dare say he could escape unscathed.

Only Mo Qixuan stared at the flickering phantom of green grass behind Zhao Guyan, a trace of irrepressible fear flashing in his eyes.

Though the appearance differed, that aura was far too familiar.

This was clearly the style of Sword Intent used by that person in Snow Moon City!

How could Zhao Guyan have mastered such a technique?

Mo Qixuan's expression changed abruptly, unable to hide the shock in his heart.

"What happened to you?"

Seeing this, Marquis Ziyi instinctively asked.

"That is the Sword Intent of that person from Snow Moon City! At the very least, it's inextricably linked to him!"

Although the two whispered softly, everyone present was a top-tier expert with extraordinary hearing; they heard every single word clearly.

How was that person from Snow Moon City involved again?

Ye Dingzhi naturally heard it too. He narrowed his eyes, quietly watching Zhao Guyan walk step by step toward the front of the central command tent.

"Wushuang City has no intention of getting involved in the conflict between your cult and Northern Li. I hope Your Excellency will withdraw your troops immediately."

As the words fell, Zhao Guyan's figure had already begun to dissipate, becoming nearly transparent.

Everyone could see at a glance—this man didn't need anyone else to act; he was already at the end of his rope.

"Transforming the body into a sword?"

Ye Dingzhi stared at his form, his voice as cold as freezing iron.

"Indeed.

I have refined myself into a single strand of Sword Intent, and I still have the power for one final strike. Does Your Excellency dare to take a move?" Zhao Guyan nodded slightly.

This was a secret technique he had an Epiphany for as his life was about to end: burning away all blood, essence, and Sword Intent to fuse his own body into a sword.

Once unleashed, both form and Soul would be destroyed, with no path of return.

Ye Dingzhi narrowed his eyes for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"Fine. If you can wound me, I will withdraw the troops."

"Then this old man shall be presumptuous!"

Zhao Guyan didn't bother to distinguish whether these words were true or false.

The arrow had left the string; the momentum was unstoppable!

In an instant, a layer of ghostly green flames rose around his body, flickering and jumping like wildfire in the wilderness.

In the next moment, his physical form completely vanished, leaving only a coarse and ancient green longsword suspended in the air.

Using the body as a sword!

The members of the Demonic Cult inside the command tent were all horrified.

Could the Dao of the sword actually reach such a state?

They all understood that this was already this man's final strike of his life.

Regardless of success or failure, this man would vanish into thin air from now on, leaving no trace in heaven or earth.

That green sword looked simple, but in reality, the sword's body was half-ethereal and half-substantial, condensed from pure Sword Intent.

"This style... why is it so similar to that move mentioned by Dugu Jian?"

Tyrant stared at the sword shadow floating quietly in the air, emitting a sharp Killing Intent, his brow furrowed.

He had fought the Sword Saint Dugu Jian many times and had also discussed the sword and shared his heart with him.

The other party had mentioned 'Sword Twenty-Three'—it was a sword transformed from thought, a blade gathered from the Soul, and the ultimate manifestation of Sword Intent.

And the scene before his eyes was exactly like that description.

"Even if I have only gained a superficial understanding, it is enough to exhaust my entire life!"

Zhao Guyan's voice rang out directly in everyone's hearts.

Everyone's expressions shifted, and even Ye Dingzhi, whose eyes burned with golden-red light, couldn't help but look solemn.

At this moment, behind the green longsword, the phantom of green grass suddenly became clear, as if growing out of the earth, real and touchable.

At this moment, everyone saw the scene clearly.

The story once told by the White-Haired Immortal, Mo Qixuan, immediately surfaced in their minds.

Could it be... that this was the reappearance of the Sword Intent of that Pavilion Revered Master from Snow Moon City?

As the green grass emerged, a sense of crisis that penetrated to the marrow of their bones swept across the field.

Although no one was locked on, that oppressive sharp intent still made everyone instinctively retreat, their heartbeats coming to a halt.

Misty Wind, Conquering Cloud, and the others turned deathly pale.

Such pressure was almost like heavenly might.

Tyrant's eyes were extremely grave.

He and Dugu Jian had both stepped onto the threshold of the Land Immortal Realm, and their years of fighting had never produced a winner.

If Dugu Jian had mastered this move back then, would he have been able to take it?

"Divine Roaming Profound Realm!"

Ye Dingzhi finally spat out those four words, his tone heavy.

A deathly silence fell over the surroundings, and everyone was moved.

"It is merely a lingering shadow of the Divine Roaming Realm.

To be able to deliver this strike before I die, I have no regrets in this life." Zhao Guyan's voice echoed once again in everyone's Sea of Consciousness. "Sect Master Ye, are you... ready?"

Everyone's hearts were in turmoil—to think he actually stepped into the Divine Roaming Realm in his final moments!

Many people quietly looked at Ye Dingzhi, their gazes filled with worry.

"Bring it on!"

Ye Dingzhi slowly stood up, the black-purple True Qi in his palm churning, instantly condensing into a longsword emitting an ominous Brilliance, its Evil Qi soaring to the skies.

He knew his own Realm; he was still a step away from Divine Roaming.

As for how terrifying a true Divine Roaming strike was, he had never experienced it personally.

But he could not lose.

Tianqi must be broken, and Yin Wenjun must be saved.

The two forces finally collided.

The central command tent instantly collapsed, turning into countless fragments that scattered with the air currents.

Inside the tent, everyone retreated one after another, their expressions solemn.

Tyrant led his three Disciples back several hundred paces before stabilizing his form, his face as heavy as iron.

The Demonic Cult members had varying expressions; some were worried, while others faintly showed a bit of anticipation, their thoughts hard to gauge.

At this moment, Zhao Guyan and Ye Dingzhi had no time to worry about anything else.

Two vast Sword Intents clashed fiercely, as if each was propping up its own world.

The green light domain and the black-purple air currents tore at each other, neither giving an inch.

Sword Qi overflowed, sharp as blades; those who were even slightly slow were caught by the aftershocks and instantly reduced to ashes.

Everyone present turned pale with fear, hurriedly retreating to leave an empty space of several hundred Zhang, with only the two of them left in the center confronting each other with swords.

Meanwhile, deep within the Sword Heart Tomb, Su Rui was leisurely lying in the warm pool water.

After Li Hanyi and Mu Liangyue drove away the maidservant whose face was full of resentment, they each stood on either side of the pool, slightly shyly massaging Su Rui's shoulders and back.

"Teacher, is this comfortable?" Mu Liangyue asked in a low voice, her gaze falling on his firm arms, her cheeks slightly flushed.

It was unclear whether it was because of the rising steam or some other emotion.

Li Hanyi kept her head even lower, her fingertips applying pressure without saying a word, not daring to look up even once.

"Very good." Su Rui sighed softly. "Should we be heading back to Snow Moon City?"

If an ordinary expert wanted to return from the Southern Solitude battlefield to Tianqi, and then rush from Tianqi to this place, even if they traveled day and night, it would take nearly a month.

But Su Rui, relying on the speed of the heavenly canopy phantom, came and went like lightning, and had already settled everything in just a few days.

"Everything will be according to Teacher's arrangements," the two women replied in unison.

Su Rui nodded slightly, and seeing Li Hanyi's blushing face and silent head-down posture, his heart stirred, and he reached out to gently pinch her cheek.

Li Hanyi's whole body stiffened, freezing on the spot as wisps of white mist rose from the top of her head.

At that moment, Su Rui suddenly turned his head, his gaze shooting toward the distance like lightning.

This sudden movement startled the two women.

"What happened?" Li Hanyi thought she had somehow annoyed her Revered Master and hurriedly grabbed his hand.

A trace of surprise flashed in Su Rui's eyes.

"I really didn't expect that Zhao Guyan would actually have such Sword Dao Comprehension Ability."

His tone was full of emotion.

The two women were momentarily confused by his meaning.

"But didn't Teacher say... he wouldn't live past a month?" They thought of the man's identity and naturally remembered the previous assertion.

"That is indeed the case.

But just now, when I released a strand of Sword Intent with the Grass Character Sword Art to test him, I didn't expect him to actually comprehend a bit of it!" Su Rui gazed at the aura surging from the direction of Wushuang City.

"He... comprehended Teacher's Sword Intent?" the two cried out in surprise.

Mu Liangyue subconsciously hugged Su Rui's arm, her soaked clothes clinging to her skin, revealing her curves, making even Su Rui daze for a split second.

She was completely unaware of how intimate this posture was, her heart filled only with shock.

In her eyes, Teacher was an unattainable existence.

Especially that grass-like Sword Intent, which had long surpassed mortal understanding.

Now hearing that someone could actually catch a glimpse of it, how could she not be shocked?

"But he can only use it once—using the body as a sword, risking everything. As for who the opponent is... it's not clear yet," Su Rui said, getting up and stepping out of the bath.

After being served by his two flustered Disciples and getting dressed neatly, he walked out slowly.

The two women also changed into dry clothes and followed closely behind.

"Wushuang City?" After hearing this, King Li Su was first puzzled, then immediately ordered someone to investigate.

Before long, a Disciple from the sect hurried over to report.

"Sect Head, the main force of the Demonic Cult's eastern expedition has approached Wushuang City!"

So that was it.

Su Rui understood in his heart.

Once he explained the reason, King Li Su's expression also changed abruptly.

"I certainly know of Zhao Guyan. When he was young, his Sword Intent was soaring and his Spiritual Qi was striking, but unfortunately, after he specialized in the Sword Control Art later on, that sharp edge gradually dissipated." King Li Su's tone carried a hint of regret.

The two were of the same generation and had interacted and sparred in their early years.

It was just that after Zhao Guyan succeeded as the City Lord, he lived in seclusion. Now learning that his life was coming to an end, it was hard not to feel sentimental.

"You're not planning to make a trip there personally, are you?" King Li Su suddenly asked, staring at Su Rui.

"I have no interest in that kind of excitement."

Su Rui waved his hand, got up, and walked toward the Scripture Repository of the Sword Heart Tomb.

He had no intention of staying here for long and only wanted to finish handling the affairs as quickly as possible to leave early.

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