First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 1111 - Pi Mo’s Demise

As the tribulation descended, its forceful, calamitous aura instantly tore a hole through the Primordial Hellscape Painting.

The numerous terrifying entities were cut down like wheat beneath a scythe.

That destructive power left even the Profound Unity old fossils’ hearts quivering with fright.

None of them had anticipated that the light of the tribulation would seem so weak in front of Su Yi. It shattered as easily as glass!

It was unquestionably far too astonishing.

But mere moments later, the Skythorn Poison Emperor couldn’t help but throw back his head and laugh. “Wondrous! By borrowing the power of your tribulation, you broke through that dense encirclement in one fell swoop. Your methods are like seizing fortune from the heavens, and your spirit is unparalleled!”

He sounded both comforted and excited.

“I just knew nothing would happen to Master...” muttered Ye Luo.

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Earlier, they’d sweated on their master’s behalf, and they weren’t confident that he’d pull through.

But now, they realized that they’d let their imagination get the best of them. The situation had always been under their master’s control!

“His Excellency Su is using the power of his tribulation to break through this deathtrap. It’s truly a stroke of divine brilliance. We definitely underestimated him earlier...” Yan Suni sighed.

The entire area was in uproar as astonishment filled the onlookers’ hearts.

It was really a rare and astonishing scene, full of unbelievable flair.

After all, earlier, everyone thought Su Yi was in insurmountable peril, his life hanging by a thread. Choosing now of all times to undergo tribulation was no different from gambling with his life.

Who’d have thought that this calamitous tribulation would effectively turn the tides and resolve Su Yi’s imminent crisis?

“Dammit!!” Pi Mo was beside himself with fury, and his face was ashen and bitter.

When Su Yi entered the Primordial Hellscape Painting, he celebrated and proclaimed his intention of gathering and burying his master’s corpse.

In the end, he effectively slapped himself right across the face.

Then, when the young mistress of the Studio of the Heart emerged and had Su Yi surrounded, Pi Mo felt reassured. He was certain that this time, Su Yi would die beyond a doubt. Thus, he proclaimed that every year, on the anniversary of Su Yi’s death, he’d sweep his tomb and make offerings.

Who’d have thought he’d only slap himself in the face again!?

By now, even Pi Mo had lost track of how many setbacks he’d suffered, and he felt as if he were going insane.

“Su Xuanjun! How dare you destroy the supreme treasure of the Studio of the Heart?” The young mistress of extraordinary origins was enraged too. Her beautiful face was icy, and her eyes shone with murderous intent.

Although the Primordial Hellscape Painting hadn’t been destroyed, it was badly damaged. Her heart ached at the thought of it.

“A minor setback, that’s all, but you’ve already lost your cool?” Su Yi laughed dryly and walked toward her.

His wounds had largely knit back together, and although his clothing was still red with blood, his qi, essence, and spirit blazed as his imposing aura silently underwent a startling metamorphosis.

Everyone could see that the Swordmaster of Abstruse Force was in the middle of realizing a breakthrough!

This left the young mistress of the Studio of the Heart solemn, and she suppressed her rage, then glanced up at the tribulation clouds overhead. She said coldly, “This grand tribulation has only just begun. I most certainly don’t believe you’ll be able to overcome it safely!”

Before her voice had finished echoing through the air, she raised her hand.

Boom!

The Primordial Hellscape Painting covered a hundred thousand feet of landscape, but now, it shrunk to a fraction of its former size, and she put it away.

There was no doubt about it; she was afraid the tribulation would ruin this treasure, so she put it away instead of using it against Su Yi.

“This tribulation really is terrifying, but in my eyes... it’s not much of a threat,” said Su Yi. Even as he spoke, he was already attacking.

Her cultivation base was in the mid-stage Profound Unity Realm, but the powers at her disposal were heaven-defying.

Especially that blue paintbrush. It was obviously a supreme treasure of extraordinary power.

Su Yi couldn’t help but suspect that without the aura of the Sword of the Nine Hells, he wouldn’t even be able to shake her!

Of course, Su Yi was also fully aware of the gap between their cultivations.

Furthermore, her origins were extraordinary, and her foundations were transcendent. Her treasures and secret arts were all powerful beyond imagining.

That was why, even after drawing upon the Sword of the Nine Hells and forcing her to scamper desperately away, he couldn’t truly suppress her so easily.

Splurt!

The young mistress of the Studio of the Heart coughed up blood, and her pretty face paled.

Pi Mo had been watching closely this entire time. Despite himself, his expression shifted dramatically, and his heart clenched. He was visibly overcome with franticness and sympathy.

Suddenly, he gnashed his teeth and, disregarding all other concerns, charged into the fray. “Young mistress, let me help you!”

His voice was full of utter determination.

But this was beyond anyone’s expectations.

After all, Pi Mo had been badly injured earlier, and he'd failed to block three of his master’s strikes.

Yet now, he was valiantly rushing to another’s aid, disregarding even his life for the young mistress of the Studio of the Heart.

“Many thanks.” She was surprised too; it seemed she hadn’t expected this from Pi Mo.

“I’m the one who ought to thank.... You!?” Pi Mo had only just said this when he stiffened, and his expression changed dramatically.

Because he’d just watched he stretch out her slender, jade-like hand, grab him by the neck, and hold him aloft in front of her.

Practically simultaneously, an unstoppable force descended from afar.

Pi Mo’s mind buzzed, as if he’d been struck by lightning.

He suddenly realized that the woman he’d risked his life to save had heartlessly cast him aside. She was casually using him as a meat shield to block his master’s sword qi! This development came so suddenly that by the time Pi Mo realized what was happening, it was too late for him to escape. He could only watch helplessly as that streak of sword qi descended upon him.

Boom!

It ripped a bloody hole into Pi Mo’s chest, but it didn’t stop there. The unstoppable, tyrannical sword qi ravaged his upper body, scattering a rain of blood.

He was fortunate that this attack hadn’t been aimed at him. Otherwise, he would have died on the spot.

But even so, after taking that strike, the already injured Pi Mo was now on the verge of falling apart in both body and soul. His life force was rapidly flowing away, and it was obvious that he wouldn’t live much longer.

Off in the distance, Su Yi’s eyebrows rose, and he promptly approached.

He would never have guessed that even after Pi Mo risked his life to save her, the young mistress of the Studio of the Heart would be so decisive—or so heartless. She'd used Pi Mo as a meat shield to block his attack!

It wasn’t just Su Yi. All of the onlookers were dumbstruck, and they found this sudden development hard to believe.

Meanwhile, Pi Mo’s face contorted with heart-rending pain and fury. He suddenly turned and gazed at that delicate beauty, who was now over a hundred feet away, and rasped, “Why!?”

He forced the word through the gaps in his teeth, and it seemed he was in incomparable agony. He roared like a dying beast, seeming utterly wretched.

“You swore on your Dao Heart that you’d fight to the death on my behalf should the need arise. Don’t tell me you’ve gone back on your word?” the young mistress of the Studio of the Heart said, not at all concerned.

When she sensed that Su Yi was no longer pursuing her, she visibly sighed in relief.

As for the dying Pi Mo? She’d obviously disregarded him. Even her response seemed perfunctory.

Pi Mo could sense the young mistress’s perfunctory attitude and disregard. That cold heartlessness made him break down, and he stood there in a daze.

His lips quivered, and he started to speak, only to stop.

He felt as grief-stricken as if he were attending his parents’ funerals.

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