First Immortal of the Sword

The Sky Tripod Ritual Grounds fell silent.

The gathered higher-ups, the prominent World King participants, and the onlookers were all dazed.

When Su Yi defeated Peng Qingsong and Ni Yunshuang in the time it took to snap his fingers, they were astonished. Everyone started paying attention.

When Xie Yunfeng, Zhou Budu, and Zheng Tiantu took the stage, everyone assumed they were in for a fierce, unrivaled duel.

Who’d have thought Su Yi would be this powerful!?

Three peak World Kings of the Jing Province, each a chosen son of heaven, had suffered an instantaneous, crushing defeat!

From beginning to end, Su Yi seemed calm, casual, and unassuming, as if this were no more difficult than crushing a few ants!

Countless flabbergasted, dazzled gazes locked onto the young man in blue standing calmly on the stage. He looked as if he’d just done something perfectly ordinary, trivial, and unexceptional.

“How is this possible?”

Over in the Jade Firmament Immortal Sect’s camp, Ma Xingkong and the others couldn’t remain seated. None of them dared believe their eyes.

Qian Yu was so startled that his eyeballs practically popped out of their sockets. Even someone far dumber would have realized how powerful this guy was—the very person they’d dismissed as a hanger-on!

A’Ning and A’Li exchanged glances. They were stunned too. Su Yi’s strength was completely beyond their imaginations!

Is it surprising? That’s because you have no idea just how mysterious and extraordinary the man standing atop the stage is, thought Chang Lexing. He had the most complicated expression of anyone present.

That was because only he knew that even that Immortal Lady treated Su Yi with the utmost respect!

In comparison, no matter how heaven-defying and dazzling those three World Kings were, they paled in comparison to Su Yi. No, they weren’t even worthy of carrying his shoes!

“That guy is actually this strong!?” Wen Yuanming’s eyes filled with bewilderment, and his brow furrowed.

Earlier, he’d completely disregarded Su Yi. Despite knowing that Su Yi was here for him, he disdained to take action.

But now, he really was startled!

Had he been the one facing Xie Yunfeng, Zhou Budu, and Zheng Tiantu’s joint offensive, he could have indeed won. But he knew all too well that it would have taken a bitter struggle.

Yet Su Yi had defeated his opponents in the time it took to snap his fingers!

“Did I scare you?” Amidst the deathly silence, Su Yi suddenly whipped around and locked onto the distant Wen Yuanming.

Wen Yuanming stiffened, then shot to his feet, his eyes flashing as he said coldly, “My heart strives for invincibility, and I have no fear of death. How could I possibly be afraid?”

“Since you’re not afraid, come over and fight me,” Su Yi said plainly.

Uproar ensued. All eyes turned toward Wen Yuanming.

“If you’re in such a rush to die, I’ll give you what you want!” Wen Yuanming snorted coldly, then shot forward, rose into the air, and flew toward the stage, stopping just outside it.

The crowd was in uproar.

One combatant was the challenger who’d appeared out of nowhere. He had already proven his strength.

The other was Wen Yuanming, the expert invincible amongst the province’s World Kings, as radiant as the midday sun.

Now that the two of them were about to clash, they had the crowd’s undivided attention.

“You’re no match for me,” said Wen Yuanming. He walked like a dragon or tiger, his aura connecting heaven and earth and his bearing as contemptuous as a ruler. Countless onlookers’ hearts quivered just watching him.

“You might well have heaven-defying foundations and a dazzling cultivation base, but you’re ultimately just an elite among World Kings, while I’ve long since crossed realms to slay Nascent Divinity Transcendents!”

With every step Wen Yuanming took, golden light rose from his feet. Finally, his entire body was swathed in dazzling golden light. His glow illuminated the entire area; it was like the descent of a god.

He seemed to have become fully one with heaven and earth; there was no longer a clear distinction between them. It seemed that every gesture could bring lightning crashing from the heavens and create fierce, howling winds!

Boom!

The stands were in uproar. A World King capable of killing a Transcendent?

Now, when the crowd looked at Wen Yuanming, their gazes were full of astonishment and disbelief.

“This…” A’Ning’s heart clenched, and her face filled with concern. If that’s true, Wen Yuanming is far too terrifying.

“No wonder the Falling Cloud Immortal Sect has remained calm throughout this situation. It’s because that kid Wen Yuanming’s talent is heaven-defying!”

The higher-ups of the other immortal factions were jealous.

They didn’t even need to think to know that Wen Yuanming wasn’t just beyond others of the same cultivation in the Jing Province. No, his strength had surpassed the bounds of the World King Realm. Someone who could fight Nascent Divinity Transcendents had left his contemporaries in the dust!

“How could Su Yi win now?” Qian Yu snorted coldly. “His only hope is to kneel and beg for mercy.”

“If he dies at the hands of someone like Wen Yuanming, he’ll have no cause for regret,” whispered Ma Xingkong.

A’Li silently clenched her fists.

Meanwhile, the way the crowd looked at Su Yi had silently shifted.

“In all my time cultivating in the Jing Province, I’ve never met my match. I actually hope you’re a worthwhile opponent. Unfortunately…” Wen Yuanming shook his head. “You have no hope at all.”

His gaze filled with utter indifference. “If I weren’t after the title in today’s competition, I would have long since stepped onto the Path of Transcendence. No matter who they are, clashes with World Kings are beneath me!”

The crowd was deathly silent. Only Wen Yuanming’s tyrannical, contemptuous voice echoed through the air.

Su Yi just stood there, one hand behind his back, and said impatiently, “If you’re done talking, come at me already. I’m really in a hurry.”

“....” The crowd didn’t know what to say to that. They stared at Su Yi as if they were looking at a madman. He’s up against someone like Wen Yuanming, yet he dares provoke him? That’s not just brazen.

He’s seeking death!

“Are those your last words? They’re actually rather interesting. A’Ning called you Su Yi, right? I’ll remember that name,” said Wen Yuanming, as if Su Yi ought to feel honored.

Su Yi pointed to the stage. “Can you get up here first?”

“Well-intentioned advice can’t save those determined to throw their lives away. Very well. I’ll give you what you want!” Wen Yuanming let out a long sigh, then shot through the air.

Boom!

He shot onto the stage and swung his sleeve at Su Yi without stopping.

An ocean of turbulent power burst from Wen Yuanming as he swung his fist. The accompanying wave of power manifested a resplendent, crystalline fist imprint.

“The Divine Lightning World Transforming Fist!” someone exclaimed.

This was an ancient legacy of the Falling Cloud Immortal Sect. Those without extraordinarily firm and powerful foundations had no hope of cultivating it.

This was because when someone unleashed this supreme secret art, every fist was like a world manifesting out of lightning. This expended an enormous amount of power, but in turn, it was extraordinarily, terrifyingly powerful.

Wen Yuanming’s fist shook heaven and earth, throwing the sky into chaos.

The power of the formation protecting the stage shook violently.

But Su Yi just stood there, entirely unmoving. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Bang!

A streak of sword qi exploded into being, like an axe through bamboo. It cleaved right through Wen Yuanming’s fist, scattering electric light.

Before the crowd could react, the sword qi continued ahead, its power undiminished, right toward Wen Yuanming.

“Break!” Wen Yuanming bellowed, his pupils constricting.

Boom!

A glittering golden disc of lightning shot out of his hand, as if he were gripping a miniature sun. It danced through the air, then descended furiously.

The Divine Lightning Disc!

The disc expanded until it was a hundred feet across and whooshed through the air. The surrounding skies rumbled like thunder.

But then, a startling scene unfolded.

The hundred-foot Divine Lightning Disc split on contact with Su Yi’s sword qi, as if it were made of tofu.

Wen Yuanming was thoroughly protected, with numerous defensive treasures all over his body. However, all of them split and cracked, one after another.

In the end, the horrified Wen Yuanming was sent flying backward, right to the edge of the stage.

Half a foot further, and he would have fallen out of bounds!

He hacked up blood. There was now a bloody gash in his chest, so deep that the crowd could see his bones.

“This…” Everyone was dumbstruck. Their minds buzzed as they fell into a daze.

The higher-ups of the seven great immortal sects of the Jing Province looked as if they’d seen a ghost. They were completely wide-eyed and tongue-tied.

How shocking and heaven-defying was Wen Yuanming? He’d even killed Nascent Divinity Transcendents before!

When he first took the stage, his confident tone and contemptuous pride won over countless hearts! Everyone was certain that this time, Su Yi was sure to die!

Who’d have thought… that Wen Yuanming would lose instead?

He’d taken a massive blow as soon as he took the stage!

From beginning to end, Su Yi just stood there, breaking Wen Yuanming’s strongest punch with a casual gesture, just as in his prior battles. Then, his sword qi split the Divine Lightning Disc, shattered Wen Yuanming’s treasures, and sent his opponent flying!

The only difference from Su Yi’s previous battles was that Wen Yuanming had just barely avoided being knocked out of bounds…

But although no one knew it, Su Yi had done this intentionally!

They certainly couldn’t have imagined that Su Yi had slain Cloud Soaring Revenants back when he was a true World King. At Wen Yuanming’s level, he’d crushed too many Transcendents to count!

“How is this…?” said Wen Yuanming, sounding as if he were doubting his entire existence. His face was ashen with fury, shock, and disbelief.

He crawled to his feet, threw back his head, roared, and charged.

This time, Su Yi finally moved. He took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and effortlessly seized Wen Yuanming by the throat, holding him aloft as he might a chicken.

Then, he flung the young man to the ground. Hard.

Crack!

The immortal formation protecting the stage shook violently. Countless bones snapped, and Wen Yuanming shrieked in agony as his face was reduced to a meaty pulp.

The crowd couldn’t help but tremble. Even if you’d hit them over the head, they would never have guessed that a leading expert of the World King Realm like Wen Yuanming could seem so pathetic!

And what about Su Yi? Just what kind of terrifying power did he have, to have taken Wen Yuanming down with such ease?

“I’ve tolerated you for far too long,” Su Yi said softly.

As he spoke, he flung Wen Yuanming to the ground once more.

Bang!!

Wen Yuanming’s flesh split with a spray of blood. His long hair was disheveled, and he shrieked like a slaughtered pig.

He was so wretched that the crowd’s hearts quivered just looking at him.

The experts who’d just lost to Su Yi inwardly celebrated; they hadn’t lost anywhere near as badly as Wen Yuanming…

“Su Yi! Hurry up and let me go—!” shouted Wen Yuanming.

Su Yi sighed. “How boring. I liked your arrogant persona better.”

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