First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 414: The Monk and the Assassin

The moment that Yuan Heng gazed at Su Yi, Su Yi took action.

Bzzz!

He stretched out a long, slender, jade-like hand, and formless Dao Charm spread from between his fingers.

From a distance, his palm seemed to flow with clear, dreamlike radiance, as if it had been carved out of clear jade.

Boom!

A massive explosion suddenly rang out overhead. It was if a god had struck the human world with his palm, or as if a giant millstone were crushing the skies.

A palm fully ten feet across flew through the sky.

The tip of the flaming spear broke apart and shattered, inch by inch, as if it were made of paper.

The clear palm flying through the skies seemed slow, but it was actually fast. It continued unimpeded, straight toward Tie Modu.

Tie Modu bellowed, then raised his golden spear. It looked like a dazzling pole of fire as it met the palm head-on.

He struck with enough power to overturn a mountain, yet in the end, the palm merely shook, then continued bearing down on him.

His golden spear bent beneath the pressure!

Tie Modu’s expression shifted dramatically; it seemed that he dared not believe it. He roared, and his gaunt figure suddenly expanded. His muscles bulged, and he grew until he was thirty feet tall.

He was like a primordial barbarian god, and his aura was limitlessly terrifying!

The Rampaging Elephant Hegemon Body Technique!

This was a secret method of body cultivators, as well as Tie Modu’s trump card. When he used it, his power doubled.

However, beneath the crowd’s astonished gazes, Su Yi’s clear palm continued as if there were no obstacles in its path. First, it sent the bent golden spear flying.

Then, heedless of Tie Modu’s secret technique and his attempts to draw upon any and all latent potential he had left, it continued relentlessly ahead. Nothing could stop it.

Crunch! Crack!

The sound of shattering bone resounded within the hazy light, like a sudden clap of thunder. The palm sent Tie Modu flying back, and he flew hundreds of feet before managing to stabilize himself.

He looked utterly miserable, as if he’d been crushed beneath a millstone. His flesh was ripped and torn, and countless bones and tendons had snapped. Fresh blood gushed from his open wounds.

Just one palm had severely injured an Origin Palace cultivator who’d mastered an upper heaven grade spear intent!

The others audibly gasped, and their eyes widened.?He’s just a Grain Avoidance cultivator. Why does he have such heaven-defying combat strength?

When the cultivators of the Great Chu next looked at Su Yi, it was as if they were looking at a monster. Disbelief was written all over their faces.

Tie Modu was no ordinary Origin Palace cultivator. He was in the mid-stage Origin Palace Realm, and he’d mastered an upper heaven grade spear intent!

Very few cultivators of the same realm could contend with him.

Yet now, a single palm dealt him heavy injuries!

This scene was, naturally, extraordinarily shocking.

Ling Yunhe’s heart shook too, and he couldn’t help but glance at his apprentice.

She was a little monster when it came to cultivation. Throughout their sect’s eight hundred years of history, not one disciple was comparable to her.

Qing Ya could cross realms to kill Origin Palace cultivators too.

However, she couldn’t even come close to imitating the young man in blue, who’d just severely injured an Origin Palace cultivator with a single palm strike!

Su Yi wasn’t the least bit concerned about all this.

He glanced up at the dome of the heavens once more.

Tribulation clouds churned, and thunder rumbled overhead. Dazzling streaks of tribulation lightning came crashing down.

Qing Wan’s tribulation of metamorphosis had finally arrived.

Boom!

Dazzling tribulation lightning poured down like a waterfall. Its momentum was so vast and so grand that even from a distance, the sight made the onlookers’ scalps go numb, and their hearts quivered in terror.

The limitless destructive aura of the tribulation permeated the surrounding skies.

Su Yi keenly noticed Qing Wan’s gaze. Her eyes were icy and indifferent, with none of her usual pitiful sweetness or silly, softhearted charm.

On the contrary, she was cold and austere as could be. Her graceful figure glowed with cold, serene light. She was like a lofty, dignified empress of the Netherworld.

Her red dress swayed around her as she shot into the air, extended a single lustrous white fist, and punched at the sky.

Bang!!

Her fist punched a hole right through the dazzling waterfall of tribulation lightning. Sparks of electricity scattered, missing her elegant figure, then fell like rain.

The rain of light had a misty glow, lending Qing Wan a newfound ethereal and imposing quality.

Su Yi’s eyes shone with a strange light.

Qing Wan’s origins had always been mysterious. Her spiritual body had, at first, occupied a piece of mysterious soul jade, which came from the world on the other side of the spatial barrier hidden deep within Bloodthistle Yao Mountain.

Su Yi had already learned?that other?world’s name: the?Darksky?Continent!

In short, it was highly likely that Qing Wan was a native of the?Darksky?Continent!

The power Qing Wan currently had on display was partially due to her practicing the Ten Directions Asura Sutra, and partially because of his guidance.

However, even more importantly, it was because Qing Wan’s spiritual body was incomparably pure to begin with. She was blessed with wondrous, unknown potential.

All of this combined meant that, as Qing Wan underwent her tribulation, she displayed dazzling strength.

I wonder if Qing Wan will regain any memories of when she was alive upon entering the Origin Dao…?thought Su Yi.

As he pondered, origin power boomed in the distance.

“This humble monk is called ‘Dharmic Emptiness.’ Allow me to learn from you, Fellow Daoist!” A tall, fierce-looking monk ran through the air, charging directly at the mountaintop. His voice boomed like a gong, reverberating throughout the night sky.

Dharmic Emptiness was an inner sect elder of the Great Qin’s Seven Thunders Buddhist Sect. He was a late-stage Origin Palace Realm cultivator, and he practiced the Seven Thunders Body Refining Art. He was a famed, top-class body refiner.

Now, when he took action, his entire body seemed as if it had been forged out of divine gold. Thunder rumbled through every inch of his flesh, booming within his bones and organs.

He was like a golden Arhat descending upon the world, overflowing with Buddhist light.

“Hah!”?Dharmic?Emptiness’s voice boomed like spring thunder. His expression was solemn as he raised his hands into the air and formed Buddhist seals.

Boom!

A radiant golden hundred-foot Buddhist hand seal took to the skies, surging with red, blue, black, white, purple, yellow, and gray lightning. Its destructive aura was shocking and terrifying.

The Seven Thunders Treasure Bottle Seal!

Dharmic Emptiness called upon his trump card right off the bat.

There was no doubt about it; Rui Chenjing’s death and Tie Modu’s injuries meant that he had no choice but to view Su Yi as a powerful foe. He dared not underestimate him.

Boom!

Seven-colored lightning merged into the Buddhist palm. Its destructive energy made Yuan Heng’s hair stand on end, and he felt suffocated.

“Die.” Su Yi’s gaze was neither joyful, nor sorrowful. His long, slender hand pushed the air, and a streak of starlight?sword qi?shot forth. It was radiant, colorful, and dazzling to behold.

How could Su Yi possibly fear a contest of physical strength?

The ability he now had on display was an ancient demonic inheritance, the Starry Sky Sword Fingers. They were fused with peerless Five Elements Dao Charm, and their power was limitless.

Rumble!

The Starry Sky Sword Fingers were like a millstone. They easily crushed the Seven Thunders Treasure Bottle Seal into fragments, exploding it in midair.

The monk’s expression filled with unprecedented solemnity, but it was already too late to dodge. He stretched out his palms and met Su Yi’s attack head-on.

Bang!

The others watched as he received Su Yi’s attack. His body didn’t so much as waver, and he showed no sign of injury.

He blocked it?

The cultivators of the Great Chu were just about to sigh in relief when bitterness filled?Dharmic?Emptiness’s face, and he let out a long sigh. “The Venerable Ananda said ‘I saw Tathagata raise his arm and bend his fingers into a fist of radiant light, dazzling my heart and eyes.’ Today, as my Dharma Body collapsed beneath your attack, I finally understood what it means for something to dazzle the heart and eyes. When one seeks refuge in religious life, wandering without permanence, cultivating Mahayana, they free themselves of karmic hindrances…”

As he muttered to himself, the crowd watched in astonishment as spider-web-like wounds spread across the monk’s skin, like a cracked porcelain vase.

There was an audible crack, and Dharmic Emptiness burst into tiny pieces, breaking apart inch by inch. In the end, the wind carried the fragments away; nothing remained.

It turned out that when Dharmic Emptiness had blocked Su Yi’s attack head-on, his body, cultivation, and soul had shattered completely. Its power was so overly tyrannical that although it seemed like Dharmic Emptiness had blocked it, it had actually destroyed him, inside and out!

It hadn’t been long since Rui Chenjing’s death. Now, this inner sect elder of the Seven Thunders Buddhist Sect had also fallen!

The other cultivators of the Great Chu felt a chill in their hands and feet, and their scalps went numb.

Madam Miaohua’s body stiffened, and her beautiful eyes were grave.

Ling Yunhe gasped. Su Yi had just slain a late-stage Origin Palace Realm Buddhist cultivator in a single strike; that was far more impressive than when he injured Tie Modu.

Qing Ya stared at Su Yi in a daze, her big eyes filled with bewilderment.?Is it really like that yao cultivator said? Is his master really a celestial immortal?

However, as soon as Su Yi killed Dharmic Emptiness—

A phantom-like figure appeared behind him and stabbed his black dagger into Su Yi’s back. action

It all happened too quickly. Most of those present had yet to recover from their earlier shock. How could they possibly have anticipated this?

The only exception was Madam Miaohua. A faint smile rose on her lips.

The one who’d just ambushed Su Yi was Feng Yin, the vice leader of the Great Chu’s Thousand Illusions Sect. The Great Chu’s cultivation world knew him as one of the nation’s three greatest assassins!

Earlier, while the monk, Dharmic Emptiness, had drawn Su Yi’s attention, Feng Yin had silently hidden himself in the darkness and waited for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Now, it seemed that this assassination was about to succeed!

“Die!” Feng Yin’s black dagger instantly pierced Su Yi’s back.

Assassins strove for one-hit, surefire kills.

This one strike fully embodied all of Feng Yin’s abilities as an assassin.

Furthermore, his dagger was a unique treasure produced by the Thousand Illusions Sect. When it struck, it drew all of its power into itself, allowing it to strike silently and undetected.

When he saw the dagger plunge into Su Yi’s back, a self-satisfied smile appeared on Feng Yin’s face.

Then, he heard a loud?clang.

When the tip of his dagger made contact with Su Yi’s back, it was as if he’d stabbed an iron wall; the resulting impact sounded like metal colliding against metal.

Never mind killing Su Yi; he couldn’t even force the dagger a millimeter further in!

“How is this possible!?” Feng Yin’s eyes widened in disbelief.

It was then that Su Yi turned around, his gaze distant and indifferent, as if he were gazing upon an ant.