First Immortal of the Sword

!” Sikong Bao grunted, his face wracked with agony.

The power of that sword startled him.
It was just too forceful and too tyrannical!

But before he could come to his senses, Su Yi struck yet again, his expression just as calm as before.
“With this sword, I’ll take your right arm.”

Whoosh!”

The sword qi resembled the radiant moon hovering over the ocean.
It rose suddenly, then descended.

“Break!” Sikong Bao roared, and a blood-spattered halberd appeared in his left hand.
It emanated a boundless aura, and ferocious, imposing, blood-colored light undulated around its edge.

The Blood Demon Halberd!

This was a true, ancient demonic weapon.
It was forged through secret methods, and it contained shocking baleful energy.

Sikong Bao gripped the halberd and swung in fury, creating a flood of crimson radiance.
It was terrifying yet dazzling to behold.

Alas, Su Yi was already in the Origin Palace Realm, and when he proved his Dao and advanced, he invited the unparalleled phenomenon of “an immortal palace reflected in the sky.” He was now so strong that he had no need to fear even Spiritual Manifestation Realm cultivators.

His slash contained his fury.
How could just anyone block it?

The onlookers watched as—

The sword qi split the vast swatch of blood-colored radiance like a knife through tofu.

Clang!

Sikong Bao’s Blood Demon Halberd flew from his hand, but the sword qi’s power didn’t decrease in the slightest.
With an audible splurt, Sikong Bao’s right arm fell to the floor.
Blood instantly gushed out like a waterfall.

Sikong Bao staggered backward, looking utterly alarmed.
He felt a chill in his heart as he realized that things weren’t looking good for him.

But Su Yi’s next attack was already streaking toward him!

“With this slash, I’ll take your left hand.” 

Before that calm voice finished echoing through the air, Sikong Bao’s eyes bulged, and he roared, “Activate!”

He waved his left arm, and a black copper lantern rose.

The wick was shaped like a snake, while the lantern was like a contorted, revolving whirlpool.
It was strange and sinister, and its light was deathly pale.

As soon as it appeared, it created a revolving curtain of blood-colored light in front of him.

The Blood Whirlpool Demonic Serpent Lantern!

This was a defensive treasure refined by a Spirit Dao cultivator.
The lantern was covered in sixty-four layers of formation diagrams, while the wick was refined from the soul of a White Emperor Demon Serpent.

The lantern had an effect similar to Su Yi’s Golden Lantern Dazzling Sun Talisman.

The difference was that, once activated, the Blood Whirlpool Demonic Serpent Lantern’s curtain of light was strong enough to neutralize the attacks of Spiritual Manifestation Realm cultivators.
It was a life-saving defensive treasure!

But before Sikong Bao could sigh in relief…

Boom!

A deafening boom rang out.
Su Yi’s attack descended from the heavens like a giant hammer, slamming into the blood-colored curtain of life.
It shook, then caved in.

A moment later, it burst apart.

Splurt!

Beneath the onlookers’ stunned gazes, a hand flew through the air, a streak of crimson liquid trailing after it.

Sikong Bao had lost his left hand too!

The sword qi suppressed him so thoroughly that he staggered backward and fell to the ground.
His face contorted beneath the endless waves of agony. 

His right hand was cut off first, followed by the rest of his right arm.
Now, he’d even lost his left hand!

Sikong Bao was a monster of the ancient era, but his injuries robbed him of more than half his strength.
He was so miserable it almost hurt to look at him.

“How is this possible…?”

Xia Jinyu and Daoist Nun Feng felt chills course through them.
It was as if they’d been plunged into an endless icy abyss.

Su Yi was just too strong!

This was one-sided, absolute suppression.
Strong as Sikong Bao was, he was now little more than a lamb to the slaughter.
Even when he used his secret treasures, he couldn’t block Su Yi’s attacks.

So strong! Gu Cangning’s heart shook. I’d have to unseal my power to contend with Sikong Bao, but Sikong Bao can’t take even a single hit from Su Yi.

It was only after making this comparison that Gu Cangning realized on a deep level just how vast the gap between himself and Su Yi was.

“With this sword, I’ll take your left arm.”

Su Yi raised his sword; he had no plans of stopping.

Sikong Bao was already severely injured.
How could he possibly block this attack? The slash severed his left arm with ease.
Terror and alarm arose on Sikong Bao’s face.

Su Yi had truly scared him out of his wits.
All his courage left him.

In Gu Cangning’s eyes, this was no fierce battle to the death.
No, this was one side trampling and punishing the other!

Su Yi remained calm from beginning to end.
The sight sent a chill down Gu Cangning’s spine.

“Su Yi, do you really think your victory is assured?” When he saw that Su Yi planned to attack once more, Sikong Bao let out a heaven-shaking roar.

The black flame totem on his bald head suddenly transformed into a streak of black light, which surged into the sky.

“Requesting reinforcements?” A cold arc arose on Su Yi’s lips.
“It doesn’t matter who comes; no one can save you.”

Yue Shichan was a good seedling, one he’d discovered, yet Sikong Bao had almost ruined and defiled her.
How could Su Yi possibly show mercy?

He was just about to attack when something unexpected happened.

“Young Master!”

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An infuriated shout reverberated throughout the hall, so loud, it made the onlookers’ ears buzz and blood and qi churn.

Before the voice finished echoing, a figure as tall and thin as bamboo shot in like a streak of black lightning.

Boom!

Terrifying murderous intent emanated from his lean frame, like a windstorm raging throughout the hall.
The onlookers suddenly found it difficult to breathe, and their expressions changed dramatically in response.

When they looked over, they saw a deathly pale middle-aged man in green robes.
His eyes were sunken, and his lips were thin as razor blades. 

The characteristic majesty of the Spiritual Manifestation Realm spread out around him, like a tidal wave in a raging storm.
It filled the hall, terrifying beyond limit.

Old Demon Slaughterer!

Gu Cangning’s pupils constricted as he recognized this person; he was one of Sikong Bao’s guardians!

An old demon of the mid-stage Spiritual Manifestation Realm!