Chapter 16: The Number One Sword Art in the Three Realms

When the Black-Clad God King stood on the city wall, gazing into the distance at the Fiendgod Ji Ning charging at the forefront of the Nuwa camp on the desolate wilderness, Ji Ning also looked up and glanced toward Wujian City.

Their eyes met, and the Black-Clad God King’s heart jolted.

“Interesting. It seems his strength has improved a bit,” the Black-Clad God King sneered. “But he’s blinded by hatred. Doesn’t he know that in war, one must rely on the power of the collective? Charging alone into the enemy camp—isn’t that just walking into a trap? Does he think he’s the Emissary of All Things, able to sweep through everything?”

…

At this moment, the armies on both sides of the battlefield all noticed the Fiendgod Ji Ning charging at the forefront.

“Has he gone mad?”

“That’s Ji Ning, right? He once roamed the Three Realms and killed quite a few Celestial Immortals and True Immortals of our Wujian Gate. On the battlefield, he dares to be so arrogant, charging straight at us. If we surround and kill him, it’ll be easy.”

“He’s truly seeking death.”

The Wujian Gate army watched the Fiendgod Ji Ning charging toward them, and all felt that this famous Beiming Celestial Immortal had lost his mind. There were always those who went berserk on the battlefield, like the Silver Moon Celestial Immortal before.

“Brother Beiming, don’t go too fast!”

“Slow down.”

“Don’t plunge into the enemy camp alone.”

The Celestial Immortals and True Immortals of the Nuwa camp behind Ji Ning shouted in worry, but unfortunately, Ji Ning was too fast for them to catch up.

…

Whoosh.

The wind whistled past his ears, and space rippled.

The Fiendgod Ji Ning sprinted forward, holding two swords.

“You two, hold him off.”

“Infinite Fiendgod, go kill Ji Ning.” Demon Hand Patriarch issued the order almost instantly. Since Ji Ning was at the very front, Demon Hand Patriarch could calmly arrange for her subordinates to intercept and kill him.

Boom! Boom!

Immediately, the two Violet Light Puppets closest to Ji Ning charged over, their footsteps shaking the earth. One of them even roared, “Beiming, you’re seeking death!”

“Fools.” The Fiendgod Ji Ning rushed to meet them.

A flash of sword light!

The two Beiming Swords swung. As soon as the swords moved, the expressions of the mighty figures on both sides watching the battle changed—whether it was Demon Hand Patriarch, the Black-Clad God King, or Bodhi, Xuanyuan, the Three Purities, Shennong, and the others. Their eyes were extremely sharp, and they could instantly see the terror of Ji Ning’s sword art.

“Such a terrifying sword art.” The Black-Clad God King was shocked.

“This sword art…”

Rumble~~~

The two sword beams were like endless thunderbolts, tearing through space with irresistible force. The two Violet Light Puppets had been full of confidence—after all, controlling a ‘puppet’ was akin to having a Dharma treasure body, best suited for tying down an opponent. Even if a Dao Ancestor came in person, it would be hard to harm them; the toughness of a puppet body was no less than the ninth cycle of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art.

But when the two sword beams lit up, the two Celestial Immortals and True Immortals controlling the puppets were stunned, their hearts trembling.

“Heavens.”

They tried their utmost to block.

Bang! Bang!

The two sword beams struck them. The two Violet Light Puppets flew backward like shooting stars, whooshing back into the Wujian Gate army, tumbling through the air and quickly passing over the entire army.

Stunned! Silence!

The entire battlefield fell silent for a moment.

Others were silent and affected, but Ji Ning, as if he had just kicked away two pebbles, paid no attention at all and continued charging toward the Wujian Gate army at terrifying speed.

“Not good.” Demon Hand Patriarch on the city wall changed expression. “His strength is very high, extremely high—probably close to a top-tier Dao Ancestor. If he charges into the army, the weaker ‘Two Realms Tribulation Dragon Life-Extermination Formation’ might be broken by him. And the Infinite Fiendgod is still some distance away.”

Earlier, she had ordered the two puppets to hold Ji Ning off so that the white-haired, red-eyed Fiendgod could get over.

Because the white-haired, red-eyed Fiendgod was at the core of the entire army, together with the Emissary of All Things, far from Ji Ning.

“Wujian Infinite Formation! Go quickly, block Ji Ning, tie him down, and cooperate with the Infinite Fiendgod to kill him.” Demon Hand Patriarch immediately transmitted the order.

“Yes.”

The nearest Wujian Infinite Formation flew toward Ji Ning.

Boom~~~

The vast Wujian Infinite Formation, with the surrounding heaven and earth turning into a chaotic Wujian and endless black clouds spreading, rolled and crushed toward him. This formation could fight even true Divine Immortals and Dao Ancestors without fear.

Two hundred and eighty-nine Celestial Immortals and True Immortals formed the ‘Wujian Infinite Formation’. Back then, the ‘King’ of the Wujian Chaos World created this formation so that Celestial Immortals and True Immortals could deal with Divine Immortals and Dao Ancestors. Its greatest strength was trapping powerful enemies!

“Truly insane, charging straight at a formation.” The Black-Clad God King on the city wall shook his head as he watched.

…

The vast Wujian Infinite Formation rolled toward him.

Ji Ning, with six arms each holding a divine sword, turned into a streak of light as he sprinted toward that great formation.

The Nuwa camp army was still sprinting behind him.

The Wujian Gate army watched from afar.

Both armies stared at this scene, at the collision between the Fiendgod Ji Ning and the Wujian Infinite Formation.

“Block me?” The ten-thousand-zhang Fiendgod Ji Ning looked at the endless black clouds rolling toward him, within which the figures of Celestial Immortals and True Immortals could faintly be seen, all staring at him coldly. Ji Ning swung his sword again.

Just one sword.

The sword was the Chaos treasure, the Beiming Sword.

“Swish.”

It was as if a bolt of lightning had appeared in the world! No, it was faster than lightning! The extremely tough and trapping-oriented Wujian Infinite Formation—like a big black bubble—was instantly pierced through by a single sword beam! A Celestial Immortal struck by the sword beam was instantly annihilated in both body and soul, and the entire Wujian Infinite Formation completely collapsed.

Bang, the big black bubble completely dispersed.

This sword art was Ji Ning’s fastest, most penetrating, and most powerful strike—the Blood Drop Style of the Brightmoon Sword Art!

“How is this possible.” Tongxun Celestial Immortal was utterly broken. “The Wujian Infinite Formation, broken by a single sword? This, this is impossible…”

“Heavens.”

“Help, help.”

“Run!”

The more than two hundred Celestial Immortals and True Immortals were completely shattered. Even the combined Wujian Infinite Formation couldn’t withstand that terrifying sword strike. Now that the formation was broken, they were like ants waiting to be slaughtered. At this moment, what they hated most was that the Fiendgod Ji Ning had six arms. Under the dance of six arms and flying sword beams, the slaughter was too fast. By the time the Fiendgod Ji Ning killed from one end of the Wujian Infinite Formation to the other, over one hundred and eighty Celestial Immortals and True Immortals had died on the spot! This was only because Ji Ning didn’t intend to ‘kill them all’; at this moment, his gaze was entirely fixed on the white-haired, red-eyed Fiendgod charging from afar.

“Excellent!”

Standing on the city wall, Bodhi Patriarch, upon seeing that incredibly stunning sword strike—far faster than lightning—excitedly slammed his hand on the parapet in front of him.

“Such a formidable sword art, so fast, so terrifying.” Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor’s expression changed. “A sword strike that surpasses the limits of the Heavenly Dao. No, not just that—his sword art carries a strange vortex, making his sword even faster and more penetrating. To think there is such a terrifying sword art. This, in the Three Realms now, there is such a powerful sword art.”

“Excellent sword art.”

“Has Wu Bao’s sword art reached great perfection?”

“With this one sword strike, Ji Ning has the strength of a top-tier Dao Ancestor. He can fully match the Emissary of All Things.”

The mighty figures of the Nuwa camp, who had been worried since the battle began, all marveled. Ordinary Celestial Immortals and True Immortals might not see it, but they could all tell—Ji Ning’s sword art not only surpassed the limits of the Heavenly Dao but also contained profound mysteries of the highest order. Such a sword art could be called the number one in the Three Realms.

“The number one sword art in the Three Realms.” Suirenshi’s voice was deep, but his eyes held joy.

“Yes.”

“This sword art is indeed the number one in the Three Realms.”

The Three Sovereigns all praised it, and even the Buddhist Dao Ancestor nodded in agreement.

Beside them, Bodhi Patriarch, hearing his old friends praise his disciple, couldn’t help but smile.

…

On the city wall of Wujian City, the Black-Clad God King and Demon Hand Patriarch were also completely shocked. When the Black-Clad God King saw that incredibly stunning and terrifying sword strike, his heart sank heavily… Big trouble!

“Big trouble.” The Black-Clad God King grew anxious.

Demon Hand Patriarch’s face turned ashen, and she immediately transmitted to the white-haired, red-eyed Fiendgod: “Be careful. Focus on defense, tie him down. The Emissary of All Things will come to support you immediately.”

The white-haired, red-eyed Fiendgod was close to the strength of a top-tier Dao Ancestor. Back then, two Fiendgods had fought against Pangu God Ji Min and held their ground. This showed the strength of the white-haired, red-eyed Fiendgod.

“Yes, Patriarch.”

On the distant battlefield.

In front of both armies, the six-armed Fiendgod Ji Ning and the white-haired, red-eyed Fiendgod had already clashed. Ji Ning’s Beiming Sword moved.

“Pfft!”

A bizarre, unpredictable sword beam flashed in an instant.

Pfft!

The head covered in white hair flew up.

The white-haired, red-eyed Fiendgod was defeated!

The most bizarre sword strike, one that made it impossible to trace its trajectory—the Shadowless Style of the Brightmoon Sword Art!