Seven days later.
"Ooooh—"
The gentle breeze softly caressed the vast wilderness. Each gentle gust created delicate green ripples across the sea of grass, slowly undulating like water waves.
On a lonely hillside, two empty graves without tombstones stood, appearing especially desolate.
A young figure in green robes knelt in front of the graves, eyes tightly shut, clutching a blakish broken sword, as if rging with the world around him.
His world was silent.
He had knelt there for three full days, with countless thoughts, mories flooding in like tidal waves.
He recalled his happiest days at "Beixuan Academy," discussing Sword Dao with his teacher and the Hidden Blade Sword; each bout made his Swordsmanship advance by leaps and bounds.
At that ti, Ding Ying often disturbed him. Although he was always quite impatient, reminiscing about those little monts now brought a faint smile to his lips, warming his dead heart.
"Ning Wushuang" sensed Ah Feng’s emotions within the Demon Sword and couldn’t help but sigh softly.
"Flying Swallow Thirteen! Relying on your shocking Sword Technique, you have wantonly slaughtered innocents, treating human lives like grass. My brother passed by and fell victim to your cruelty, blood splattering on the spot. Today, I swear to seek justice for my brother—your life is forfeit!"
"Flying Swallow Thirteen, you demon! The blood debt with the Huang Family, thirty-seven lives, is irreconcilable! Today, I shall use your head to honor the souls of the Huang Family!"
"Hand over the Unparalleled Sword Skill imdiately, kneel, and beg for rcy, and perhaps you can keep your whole body!"
"Pay with your life, you villain full of evil deeds!"
Just then, a sudden noise interrupted Ah Feng’s warm mories. Behind him, a dark crowd surged, ard with swords, spears, and halberds.
Eighty hundred Sword Disciples, each with fierce eyes ready to devour, thirty Grade-Entering Swordsn with montum like a rainbow, filled with Sword Intent, and four High-tier Knights stood at the forefront.
Ah Feng remained silent, his presence radiating an unsettling serenity.
Everyone around remained as silent as cicadas in winter, no one dared to make a move against this silent, abyss-like figure.
Nothing else.
In Ronghe County, too many top-tier swordsn had already fallen under this back’s sword; the umbra in the sword seed not of this Mortal World, but rather from the Netherworld.
A High-tier Knight secretly signaled with his eyes, and imdiately, several Sword Disciples understood, drawing their swords and leaping nimbly, pointing their sword tips directly at the silent silhouette.
Swish!
Ah Feng turned, drawing the Hidden Blade Sword, sketching a dazzling substantial sword arc in the air.
In an instant, after several muffled thuds, several bodies fell lifelessly to the ground, blood slowly spreading on the earth, with those severed bodies crawling within, resembling a tragic hellish painting.
He used the Hidden Blade Sword to kill for the first ti, his other two swords were already broken.
"Hidden Blade Sword—"
The High-tier Knight’s gaze was fixed on the half-broken, pitch-black dull sword in Ah Feng’s tight grasp.
This sword was the third mysterious and cherished sword of "Flying Swallow Thirteen," unbelievably, it was a Broken Sword.
Could this be the secret behind "Flying Swallow Thirteen’s" unmatched might?
"Let’s all take him down together, even if the Sword Saint himself ca today, he must lose his life here!" The High-tier Knight stood firm, holding his sword high.
Instantly, cries of battle like mountains roaring and seas raging surged forth, as if to devour Ah Feng completely.
Swish!
Ah Feng remained unmoved, expressionless, with a face of no joy or sorrow. His sword light flickered swiftly. Accompanied by shrill screams, every swing of the sword ant the loss of a life. Ah Feng’s figure danced nimbly amidst the crowd like a ghost, elusive, with no one able to catch his trajectory.
The Hidden Blade Sword, though not sharp, easily tore through the air with the power of a gentle breeze.
The battle grew increasingly fierce and brutal, with sword light and blood intertwining. Screams and tal clashes echoed interminably. Ah Feng, like a lone leaf in a storm, though surrounded by raging waves, never sank.
Ah Feng’s stamina rapidly depleted amidst the fighting.
"Huff~ huff~"
Having slain more, Ah Feng was now gasping for breath, standing among the pile of corpses, the Hidden Blade Sword pointing diagonally towards the earth, the dusk’s afterglow elongating his shadow.
All around, the corpses of swordsn lay scattered, their eyes still bearing the fear of Death, and with profound confusion and bewildernt towards Ah Feng’s Sword Technique.
The stench of blood thickened in the wind, Ah Feng’s garnts already stained bright red with blood, indistinguishable whether it was his enemies’ or his own.
"He’s exhausted; he can’t hold on any longer!" soone shouted excitedly, pointing at Ah Feng with trembling legs.
Ah Feng indeed was at his end, exhausted.
After all, he was rely a Mortal being; having gone through several rounds of fierce battles, with hundreds of life and death encounters, his stamina had been drained dry. He gazed with difficulty at the fading sun on the horizon, feeling his lifeforce slipping away like fine sand through his fingers.
"Teacher, Ah Feng’s life ends here; I cannot avenge you." Ah Feng slowly closed his heavy eyelids, his final words dissipating in the breeze.
The Hidden Blade Sword greedily consud all of Ah Feng’s essence, achieving a qualitative leap, ascending from a Top-grade Mortal Artifact to a Top-grade Weapon. The forrly pitch-black sword began to slowly crack with web-like silver lights.
"We won, we won, the Great Demon has finally died!"
The survivors cheered, hugging each other tightly, faces beaming with the joy of victory.
The four High-tier Knights swallowed their amazent as they stepped forward, trying to confiscate the "Hidden Blade Sword" tightly gripped by "Flying Swallow Thirteen."
However, at that very mont.
A strand of breeze quietly passed by, carrying an unusual chill.
The Hidden Blade Sword trembled gently in the wind, letting out a deep and long hum. "Flying Swallow Thirteen" suddenly opened his eyes, sighing: "Ah—"
"He, he didn’t die!"
Soone witnessed this, and, terrified, collapsed to the ground as if they had seen a ghost.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh——
The wind suddenly intensified, as though it wanted to tear this world apart and swallow everything.
The gale spun and gathered wildly, gradually forming a gigantic tornado that obscured the heaven and earth.
"Ning Wushuang" stood proudly at the tornado’s center, like the god of storm, his hair wildly fluttering in the wind, his robes billowing and flapping mightily.
Buzz buzz buzz——
Silver light erupted from within "Ning Wushuang," enfolding him layer by layer. With silver hair, silver eyebrows, silver eyes, he seed like a Celestial Being Incarnation. The Hidden Blade Sword transford from pitch-black to dazzling white and silver.
At that mont, he transcended the limits, rging with the storm of the "Wilderness Breath."
Gentle Breeze Breathing thod - Limit-Breaking - Radiant Form.
Wind of Suffocation!!
"Ooooh—"
With the roar of the Great Dragon, those less powerful swordsn were swept away like leaves in the violent storm.
"Unity of Heaven and Man?! Ancient Sword Saint?!" As the storm ravaged, the four High-tier Knights swayed involuntarily, their faces filled with terror.
"No—"
Within re breaths, they were unceremoniously devoured by the storm. As the storm faded, only the bloodied remains were left in the wilderness.
[Ah Feng’s body turned to dust, the half Silver Sword lost its radiance, lonely and askew on the hillside.]
[March, major event in Dongzhou, Ronghe County’s eight great families and four High-tier Knights, with eight hundred swordsn, coveted the ’Demon-Possessed Swordsman Fei Yan Thirteen’s’ Unparalleled Sword Skill.]
[Eventually, a world-shaking battle took place at ’Wilderness Breath,’ with swordsn comprehending True Intent, invoking the ’Breaking Sky Dragon Whale’ and "Divine Wind Sword Master’s" leftover Divine Power, causing the sky-covering storm, bringing both sides to mutual destruction.]
[On the scene, no one survived.]
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