Chapter 62: Kill Someone and Still Want to Leave?

Lu Wenyang! A dignified sword cultivator at the seventh level of Profound Transcendence! Killed in an instant by a single spear strike!

In the perception of all present, the young man wielding the spear was merely at the first level of Profound Transcendence! How terrifying was this!

Sword cultivators were hailed as the kings among all paths. The dominance and mysteries of the sword far surpassed those of the spear. Yet today, a sword cultivator was slain in a single blow by someone who crossed seven levels above him! One could only imagine the shock that gripped everyone at this moment.

After that strike, not one among the dozens of sword cultivators dared to move. No one knew the depths of Xia Jiuxuan’s power.

“Weren’t you clamoring about killing just now?” Xia Jiuxuan hovered quietly in midair, his gaze cold as he looked upon the crowd.

“You insolent brat! Are you so pleased with yourself, relying on your superior weapon and technique to slay Lu Wenyang?” The sword cultivators couldn’t fathom why Xia Jiuxuan was so powerful, so they could only guess that it was due to his weapon and martial skills.

But in truth, the martial technique Xia Jiuxuan used was merely one suited for the innate realm.

“Let’s use the sword formation—don’t kill, just trap!”

“Yes, he’s only at the first level of Profound Transcendence. If we trap him for a quarter of an hour, his strength will surely wane, and he’ll be at our mercy!”

“Go!”

With their plan set, they soared into the air, unleashing their sword intent to form a tightly woven encirclement around Xia Jiuxuan.

Dozens of sword cultivators continuously unleashed attacks of sword intent, their bodies never rushing forward. Xia Jiuxuan responded in kind, spear intent erupting as he conjured countless spear shadows to clash against the myriad swords.

At this moment, the sword formation constructed by these dozens was incredibly tight, its combined power far greater than any single sword cultivator. After several rounds of attacks, Xia Jiuxuan found no opening to break through. After all, there was always a disparity in both realm and numbers.

“Han Yu, help me disrupt them!”

Xia Jiuxuan’s spiritual sense detected Han Yu’s presence.

From afar, his resounding voice reached Han Yu’s ears, who immediately suppressed his aura and hid himself.

“Teacher is being besieged!”

Sword qi and spear intent raged, shaking the earth with their battle. The sheer chaos left Han Yu dumbfounded.

But since his teacher had given an order, he had to follow it! Immediately, he summoned his brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, beginning to sketch formations and conjure troops.

First, an arrow rain formation, followed by several puppet soldiers, and then a whirlwind formation...

As Xia Jiuxuan and the sword cultivators battled fiercely, a sudden gale arose; blades materialized, and thousands of fire spirit arrows poured down from the sky like rain.

“Damn, there’s a spell cultivator!”

These attacks weren’t particularly powerful, barely on par with Profound Transcendence-level assaults. But their sheer number and unpredictable forms made them dangerous. If struck, one was bound to suffer injuries.

Thus, they had no choice but to divert some of their strength to fend off these mysterious attacks.

“Quick, find that spell cultivator!” someone shouted.

Suddenly, as he was distracted, a spear appeared out of nowhere, piercing his throat.

The sword formation fell into chaos; the once orderly sword intent and sword qi devolved into disorder, exposing countless vulnerabilities.

“A perfect opportunity.”

Eyes narrowing, Xia Jiuxuan became a streak of black light, darting back and forth in a deadly charge.

Clang, clang, clang...

Broken swords flew, severed limbs fell, blood splattered.

Without the formation, the sword cultivators were slaughtered by Xia Jiuxuan as easily as chickens and dogs.

Only the three remaining sword cultivators at the seventh level of Profound Transcendence managed to protect themselves, retreating with the few survivors.

“Brother, please stop! Everything can be discussed!”

At this point, it was clear their strength was worlds apart. The leading sword cultivator called out, clearly seeking surrender and peace.

“Very well, let’s discuss with my spear.”

Xia Jiuxuan didn’t bother to respond; he’d seen through such time-wasting ploys countless times before.

Whoosh!

Xia Jiuxuan charged forward, unleashing his spear.

“To hell with it, let’s fight him to the death!”

One sword cultivator exploded with all his essence, his sword intent shattering his own meridians as he condensed his sword to strike.

A desperate last stand.

But Xia Jiuxuan’s figure had already risen, descending from behind to slay him.

Thud, thud, thud...

One by one, each fell to his spear. Apart from the three wounded, frenzied seventh-level sword cultivators, all others were slain.

Xia Jiuxuan was pleased; he’d been lacking Profound Transcendence-level puppets, and these men delivered themselves—quite a profit!

“You hold him off, I’ll go capture the spell cultivator!”

At that moment, one finally detected Han Yu’s location.

“Alright!”

They knew their only chance for survival was to capture the young man’s companion and use him as leverage; there was no other way.

Whoosh!

A sword cultivator flew with all his strength toward the ancient forest ahead.

After some distance, he raised his sword, unleashing a wave of sword intent that slashed toward Han Yu’s position.

“Han Yu, don’t run—use the Righteous Heavenly Shield!”

Han Yu felt the terrifying sword intent, his heart in turmoil, but hearing Xia Jiuxuan’s voice calmed him somewhat.

Clang!

A crisp sound rang out as the sword intent struck a golden shield. The shield was riddled with cracks, and Han Yu was sent flying by the immense force, crashing through dozens of giant trees.

“You brat, you infuriate me!”

The sword cultivator’s failed strike left him so angry he spat blood.

He raised his sword, intent on pursuing.

But before he could, a domineering spear intent descended, piercing him from top to bottom.

“You... so strong...” he murmured instinctively before falling dead.

The remaining two, seeing this, fled desperately—this was their last chance.

“Sword Descends!”

Xia Jiuxuan’s mind stirred, and a black broken sword burst in from the gate.

Remember, Xia Jiuxuan’s sword had always been lodged in the stone wall outside; he’d never retrieved it, precisely for this purpose—to intercept those trying to escape.

“This sword is filled with murderous energy!”

The two were shocked, hastily channeling all the sword intent in their dantian to defend.

Whoosh!

The black broken sword, without the slightest pause, split into two sword shadows that sliced both men in half at the waist.

All the sword cultivators were wiped out.

Xia Jiuxuan descended from the sky, exhausted. If their sword formation had trapped him for another quarter of an hour, escape would have been his only option.

Han Yu, battered and bruised, ran back and stood at Xia Jiuxuan’s side. “Teacher, teacher, are you alright?”

“I won’t die.”

Xia Jiuxuan replied coolly, immediately sending several spirit crystals into the killing arena, instructing the puppets to refine them and help restore his strength.

Han Yu breathed a sigh of relief. If his teacher had fallen, he certainly wouldn’t have escaped; fortunately, things had worked out.

Since inheriting his legacy, Han Yu had become especially cautious, especially fearful of death.

“Teacher, how did I do just now?” After a while, Han Yu grinned, hoping for Xia Jiuxuan’s praise.

“Average. You inherited that scholar’s legacy, and you carry many scriptures; by rights, killing someone at the fifth level of Profound Transcendence should be easy.

“But you? You only managed to conjure some mediocre tricks, unable to kill even a second-level Profound Transcendence cultivator. What do you expect me to praise?”

Xia Jiuxuan said irritably.

“Uh...” Han Yu bowed his head, but his spirits weren’t dampened. He was thinking, “Just days ago, I couldn’t even beat a rooster. Today, I can contend with Profound Transcendence cultivators—pretty good, hmph.”

“Hmph.”

Xia Jiuxuan shot him a glare; seeing that smirk, he knew exactly what Han Yu was thinking.

“Don’t get complacent. Focus on cultivating the scriptures I gave you. Reach mastery, and if you slay several Saint-level cultivators, you’ll be considered an initiate.” Xia Jiuxuan said.

“...”

Han Yu was speechless. Saint-level? Those were legendary figures in the entire Imperial Dynasty, and you want me to kill several? Teacher, you make it sound so easy.

“Enough, this place is unsafe. Let’s leave.”

Xia Jiuxuan had recovered enough and was ready to depart swiftly.

There were surely even more formidable sword cultivators on Li Fire Island. If they encountered a peak Profound Transcendence, or worse, a Spirit-Sealing sword cultivator, things would become truly troublesome.

“You killed my servants and think you can just walk away? Do you take Li Fire Island for a brothel, coming and going as you please?”

Xia Jiuxuan had just stood up when a cold, female voice, laden with murderous intent, echoed nearby.