Chapter 2055: The Death of the Thunder Sun Heaven Sword's Sword Master

Under one sword, heaven and earth fell silent.

The sky full of blood-red stars shattered, along with many banners, and along with the body of the Seven Killings Supreme—fragile as paper, unable to muster any resistance.

"... You... your Seven Killings..."

The life aura of the Seven Killings Supreme was vanishing at tremendous speed, eyes bulging round, speaking strange words in terror.

Every living being witnessing this scene trembled in their hearts.

The Seven Killings Supreme was defeated on the very rules of Seven Killings!

That sword used four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds.

That sword was incomparably sharp, incomparably precise, slicing in at the weakest point of the Seven Killings Heaven Blade, shattering every core in an instant—breaking through at least ten parts of the Seven Killings Supreme's strength with one part of force, beyond all belief.

This was clearly a newly born Supreme fighting an old-established Supreme!

Yet the result was completely reversed, beyond comprehension.

"... In this world, how many prodigies and heroes there are..."

The Seven Killings Supreme sighed one last time.

Boom!

His body collapsed into a mass of spiritual light, and his final soul power transformed into an invisible, formless Netherworld Seven-Arrow Nail, striking out with his life's last force in a soul-devouring blow, hoping to perish together with his foe.

"Commendable fighting spirit."

Jiang Ding said lightly.

That Netherworld Seven-Arrow Nail flying from afar, invisible and formless, froze midair, then flickered for a moment before shattering into nothing—more fragile than the Seven Killings Banner against soul attacks.

Thus, the Supreme of the Seven Killings Immortal Palace, this Supreme of the Fallen Immortal Realm who had shone for hundreds of thousands of years, perished utterly in body and soul!

Slain by the sword of a newly ascended Human Supreme!

The only trace he left in this world was a palm-sized pitch-black banner with dimmed spiritual light—then nothing remained.

Even a Supreme's life has its end.

Today was such a day.

Every living being in this heaven and earth—whether Dao Child, cultivator, or Supreme—all lowered their brows and bowed their heads to this youth in blue, this new Human Supreme.

This one, the newly born Sovereign of the Fallen Immortal Realm!

Except for one person—the Sword Master of Thunder Sun Heaven Sword.

Clang!

This sword veteran who had weathered many years drew his sword and said lightly, "I am Thunder Sun."

In all of this, there was a kind of natural harmony.

As if it were meant to be, born to be so.

Many years ago, when the Thunder Sun Heaven Sword Realm was still the Thunder Sun Qingse Jianzong, a swordsman named Lei Tian roamed everywhere seeking opponents, fighting and dueling them. The sect's elders cherished him, taught him, and would rather forgo their own cultivation than save spirit stones from between their teeth for his cultivation.

Because all the cultivators of the Thunder Sun Qingse Jianzong believed this swordsman would one day glorify the sect, carrying the inheritance of generations of ancestors to even more brilliant heights.

Time proved all of this correct.

The youth Lei Tian, through battle after battle, chance encounter after chance encounter, hardship after hardship, became the Sword Master of Thunder Sun Heaven Sword; the Thunder Sun Qingse Jianzong became the Thunder Sun Heaven Sword Realm; Lei Tian's old acquaintances became the most honored beings of the Fallen Immortal Realm; and the inheritance of the Thunder Sun Qingse Jianzong's ancestors leapt to Immortal Sect-grade inheritance, reaching the ultimate pinnacle of a certain branch in the endless starry sky—the supreme.

The successive ancestors of the Thunder Sun Qingse Jianzong would surely be gratified in the netherworld.

Many years later, at this moment, the Sword Master of Thunder Sun Heaven Sword seemed to become once again that swordsman Lei Tian who roamed the world with his blade, drawing his sword once more before a powerful foe—his blood beginning to boil, his sword soul beginning to burn hot.

The Thunder Sun Sword Master's sword soul was trembling with excitement.

What a powerful sword cultivator the blue-clad youth before him was!

He had absolute certainty—if he could slay him, what difficulty would the Seven Tribulations pose?

His keen sword dao instinct told him further that if he could defeat and slay him in a sacred sword duel, he would gain unimaginable, tremendous fortune!

This feeling had existed in past duels, but never so intensely!

Therefore, the Thunder Sun Sword Master drew his sword.

He did not see this as danger and suffering, but as fortune—the favor of the heavens. At this moment when he was about to wither and die, the heavens sent such a powerful sword cultivator before him—

What great love this was!

Thus, this swordsman named Lei Tian drew his sword!

Clang!

Sure enough, his opponent, that blue-clad youth, also drew his sword, showing no contempt, his expression solemn, and said, "I am the Great Sun."

This Lei Ting swordsman was no mediocre talent.

He was a figure who had blazed his own path alone in the Fallen Immortal Realm. Had he been born in a star domain with complete inheritances, he would have had some chance of ascending to an Eighth-Step Dao Child—his environment had limited his growth.

"Fellow Daoist Great Sun,"

"I am old and frail, so I have only one sword. I ask Fellow Daoist to appreciate it."

The Thunder Sun Sword Master said calmly.

This was part of his tactics, to seize the initiative, and he believed his opponent would allow him to do so, not striking first—a point that could be exploited.

The opponent's arrogance, and his own longing for the sword dao, could likewise be turned into a blade in hand.

"Very well,"

"I ask Fellow Daoist to instruct me."

The Great Sun Sword Master indeed said so.

Clang!

The authority of the Thunder Great Dao's rule branch manifested behind this aged swordsman—a rule authority formed of countless lightning bolts, countless thunderbolts. Countless thunder gathered together, forming a terrifying Thunder Sun phenomenon, its boundless destruction and boundless annihilation radiating terror in all directions.

Thunder—the way of heaven's punishment and destruction!

Since ancient times, Lei Ting Fa cultivators have often claimed to stand shoulder to shoulder with sword cultivators in offensive power.

This was not the brilliance of one or a few outstanding figures, but the brilliance of every cultivator on an entire path. One could well imagine the terror of the Way of Lei Ting.

Now, a sword cultivator who commanded Lei Ting had appeared!

This sword cultivator's body was densely covered in thunder patterns, flickering like cracks. As that one Lei Ting flying sword was ceaselessly swung, the cracks on his body grew larger and larger, larger and larger. The essence, qi, and spirit within his dharma body were being consumed at a terrifying speed, all poured into the flying sword; a lifetime of sword dao will was poured entirely into the flying sword.

His sword soul was even collapsing, driving the destructive attribute of the sword soul to its absolute utmost.

Boom—!

This sword strike merged with the Lei Ting Blazing Sun within the authority of rules, forming a terrifying destructive Lei Ting Blazing Sun, and slashed toward that blue-robed youth.

That aura of destruction was terrifying to the extreme!

Within that aura of destruction, vitality was actually being nurtured!

At the instant that wisp of vitality appeared, a terrifying might that transcended a Sixth Tribulation Supreme began to manifest between heaven and earth, causing this sword strike to undergo an earth-shaking transformation.

"This…"

The Heavenly Beast Supreme and the Pill Heaven Supreme's bodies trembled.

This old friend had actually, at this final moment, glimpsed the supreme realm of a Seventh Tribulation Supreme. This made their hearts ache with bitterness and envy.

"Great Sun Dao Friend!"

"This sword strike is named Yang Extreme Lei Ting Sword!"

Lei Yang Sword Lord merged body and sword into one, completely transforming into a streak of Lei Ting sword-light, completely fusing with his own sword, and roared out: "This sword strike began by nurturing Extreme Yin Lei Ting within Extreme Yang Lei Ting — Yang Extreme gives birth to Yin!"

"This sword strike, if I do not die,"

"I will surely advance to Seventh Tribulation!"

"Dao Friend, please, you must be careful!"

His howls, his roars, transformed into incomparably bright, endlessly resplendent, terrifying sword-light, filling this entire stretch of starry sky, illuminating every single place.

"Good…"

"Dao Friend."

Jiang Ding sighed in admiration, moved by a swordsman's sword dao will, and promised: "This sovereign will certainly be careful — with the utmost care, facing Dao Friend's sword strike."

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword hummed softly.

Around the blue-robed youth, hazily, the shape of a weed appeared, and a starry sky like a painting appeared. The galaxy painting appeared; the galaxy painting collapsed.

The weed and the galaxy painting formed a single streak of dim, invisible sword-light.

Grass-Character Immortal Sword Scripture!

Over these ten thousand years, the Grass-Character Immortal Sword Scripture had changed once again. The Dao of Law Destruction was merged within, the Law-Destruction Diaphragm technique was merged within, nearly forming a sword of ultimate sharpness that could cleave through all ten thousand Daos and all ten thousand spirits beneath the heavens!

This sword strike appeared.

This sword strike sliced through heaven and earth, sliced through the Lei Ting sword-light that Lei Yang Sword Lord had become in the sky, sliced into the Lei Yang Blazing Sun formed from a lifetime of sword dao wisdom of a Lei Ting sword dao prodigy, granting this sword cultivator the fullest twelve parts of respect.

Thereafter, heaven and earth fell silent.

Lei Yang Sword Lord and his Lei Ting Blazing Sun stood dazed in the sky, motionless.

"You,"

"are not a Seventh Tribulation Supreme…"

Lei Yang Sword Lord wept and laughed at once.

Boom—!

The next instant, Lei Yang Sword Lord and his Lei Yang Blazing Sun crumbled, exploded, his body shattered into pieces, completely destroyed, his divine soul utterly perished — not even a trace of vitality remained.

This sword cultivator had actually, at the very final moment of his life, glimpsed a thread of the essence of the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal.

What a pity — he died the very instant he glimpsed it.

Only a single Lei Ting flying sword, its spiritual light utterly dimmed, remained, falling from the sky and plunging deep into the earth's soil — the final trace left by an absolute generation's Lei Ting prodigy of the Fallen Immortal Realm.

Today, the Great Lord's task is complete.