First Immortal of the Sword

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It was then that Su Yi swung his blade and stabbed in a single, understated motion. 

Whoosh!

It was simple as could be, yet it struck with the force to break through all restraints, magnetically invincible.

That deep, ink-dark blade instantly cut open the skies, tearing a perfectly straight spatial rift.

Cai Jinghai’s strike had been so terrifying that his Xiantan Astral Force boomed like thunder.

Yet in an instant, it split beneath Su Yi’s sword as if it were made of paper mache, crumbling completely and scattering into flecks of light. 

Crack!

When the sword’s black point reached Cai Jinghai’s massive sword, it shattered like glass beneath a hammer, bursting into fragments.

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But it couldn’t stop that sharp edge’s advance.
In an instant, it pierced straight through Cai Jinghai’s throat.

Splurt!

Fresh blood splattered.

Cai Jinghai’s eyes widened; it seemed he dared not believe it.
His lips moved, and he said in a raspy voice, “You….
You…..”

Before he could finish his sentence, the sword’s edge took his head clean off, and it flew through the air. 

His headless corpse thudded to the ground.

The entire venue fell deathly silent.
Even the birds ceased their song. 

One attack had separated Cai Jinghai’s head from his body!

A non-Zhou King, a famed Xiantian Martial Ancestor, a long-established expert who stood near the pinnacle of the nation’s martial artists, couldn’t take so much as a single attack!

Xia Houlin silently clenched his fists, and his eyes widened. 

Pei Wenshan’s back was drenched in cold sweat, and he felt a chill in his hands and feet. 

The kneeling Yue Qing seemed even more startled and terrified; his trembling intensified, and now, even his teeth clattered.

As for the various big shots in attendance, all of them looked stunned.
They felt as if they stood amidst a howling gale; they felt a chill so intense, it pierced their bones and chilled their marrow!

Mu Xi’s eyelids twitched.

He was a Xiantian Martial Ancestor too, the current youngest of the Great Zhou’s non-Zhou kings.
He was naturally keenly aware that the gap between a Xiantian Martial Ancestor and a Grandmaster was as vast as the gulf between clouds and mud. 

Were Su Yi any other Grandmaster, he would have long since died a brutal death beneath the White-Eyebrowed King’s sword.

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Yet now, Su Yi, a mere first-level Grandmaster, had slain Cai Jinghai in a single attack!

This was undoubtedly far too terrifying.

Shen Jiusong, Chen Zheng, Jiang Tangyun, and Lu Zhangfeng’s hearts shook too.
They looked at each other and saw the shock written on each other’s faces.

“Third Young Master, just witnessing your majestic bearing has left us all sighing with admiration, but aren’t you worried that your actions will bring disaster upon those closest to you?” 

Xia Houlin took a deep breath, then said gravely, “How about this? We’ll apologize for our earlier behavior and humbly request that you stay your hand.
I trust that with your current power, so long as you’re willing to let bygones be bygones, you’ll surely win the family head’s favor, and becoming a king or minister will be but a matter of time.”

There was no doubt about it: watching the White-Eyebrowed King take a sword to the throat had changed Xia Houlin’s attitude completely.
He no longer dared underestimate Su Yi.

It wasn’t just him; everyone in attendance was comparably terrified, and the way they looked at Su Yi had changed.
Their gazes were now full of bewilderment and dread.

Su Yi had slain a Xiantian Martial Ancestor in a single attack.
If he turned his sword on them, perhaps only Xia Houlin would be any match for him!

But a cold angle formed on Su Yi’s lips.
“Become a king or minister? You could offer me the imperial throne on a silver platter, and I wouldn’t so much as spare it a second glance.”

Xia Houlin’s heart sank.
“Third Young Master, do you really plan to disregard the safety of all those connected to you? Will you really insist on mutual destruction?”

Su Yi glanced at the Abstruse God Sword and said, “I’ve always hated nothing more than threats of that nature, and I’ve never lowered my head to anyone.
If someone happens to those connected to me, all I can say is, I’ll slaughter the murderer’s entire family.
If any of you doubt my words, you’re welcome to go ahead and try it.”

As he spoke, his calm, indifferent gaze swept across the room.

Without exception, their expressions shifted beneath the weight of his gaze, and a chill arose within their hearts.

Xia Houlin’s face was ashen as he asked, pausing for emphasis between each word, “Third Young Master, I’ll ask you one last time.
If you don’t stay your hand, it’ll mean an irrevocable rift between you and the Su Family.
Are you sure you’ve understood the consequences?”

Clang!

Su Yi wasted no further words.
He raised his sword and slashed at Xia Houlin.