Chapter 586: Rewarding You with a Reunion with Your Son

The news of Jue Wushen's march into the Central Plains spread quickly.

In an instant, countless martial arts practitioners were struck with fear.

A mere Juexin, leading two thousand Ghost Rakshasas, had already plunged the entire martial arts world into a bloodbath.

Yet now, it was the master of the Wushen Palace, Jue Wushen himself, arriving with five thousand Ghost Rakshasas; how could the Central Plains Martial Arts World not tremble in fear?

An army of five thousand is naturally difficult to conceal.

Moreover, Jue Wushen wanted to strike in one go and annihilate Baijian Villa. Only by letting the people of the Central Plains witness the strength of the Wushen Palace and intimidating all directions could his grand plan to rule the Central Plains truly proceed without obstruction. Therefore, Jue Wushen marched with great fanfare, not hiding in the slightest. Along the way, even if he saw Central Plains people spying, as long as they did not block his path or court death, he paid them no mind.

As a result, this army of five thousand was followed by over a thousand martial arts practitioners. Among them, a large portion wanted to go to Baijian Villa to assist and help purge the invaders. Others simply wanted to witness the methods of the rumored "Terror of the Terrified," while a very small number had sinister intentions, hoping to snatch that peerless weapon that made ten thousand soldiers bow when the Wushen Palace and Baijian Villa fought to mutual destruction.

This day.

The setting sun dipped low, the remaining light like blood.

A hundred zhang outside Baijian Villa, a black torrent, led by a burly man like an iron tower, moved toward Baijian Villa like a tide.

Without a doubt, it was Jue Wushen and the Ghost Rakshasa army he led arriving.

"Wuming, why is it you?"

Jue Wushen stopped his steps, his gaze like lightning, sweeping toward the desolate figure in front of Baijian Villa, and roared: "Where is Yu Liancheng? Is he acting like a turtle hiding its head? Tell him to come out and die!"

"

As Jue Wushen stopped, the crowd of Ghost Rakshasas behind him also stopped in perfect unison, silent and still, yet they exerted an indescribable pressure.

And in front of Baijian Villa.

Only one person stood.

With a desolate demeanor and the bearing of a Grandmaster, who else could it be but the Martial Arts Myth, Wuming?

In front of Wuming, thousands of swords were stuck densely into the ground. Yet anyone could see that while these swords might be tough and sharp, they were ultimately just ordinary blades, not worth worrying about.

What's more, Wuming was alone.

Even if he fought with both hands, bit with his mouth, or even wielded swords with his feet, that would only be five swords.

"Indeed, as City Lord Yu said, this Jue Wushen has practiced external hard-body cultivation and is even harder to deal with than before, and with only one-tenth of my power remaining, I fear my chances of victory are even smaller..."

Wuming sighed inwardly.

Years ago, Jue Wushen had led the Ghost Rakshasas to invade the Central Plains, only to be stopped by Wuming, alone with his sword, outside Shanhai Pass. At that time, Jue Wushen's energy was not as fierce as it was now.

And this was one of the reasons why Wuming appeared at Baijian Villa today.

It was precisely because he had not killed them all back then that Jue Wushen had returned, causing the Central Plains to suffer.

The reason why the experts of the Central Plains were so withered and fragile was that when he was young, his brilliance was too sharp, and he had single-handedly defeated the ten great sects, leaving the martial arts world in darkness.

Therefore, whether from the perspective of Dongying or the Central Plains, Wuming bore an inescapable responsibility.

Thus, even if he only had one-tenth of his power left, he had to stand before Baijian Villa.

Of course, Wuming had his reasons for standing here.

Although he had only recovered one-tenth of his power, he had fully grasped the subtleties of the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

Even if he could not stop Jue Wushen today, he would force out the opponent's trump card.

"Jue Wushen, if you want to see City Lord Yu, you must first pass this old man." Wuming let out a cold snort, stepped forward several paces, arrived before the thousands of sharp swords, and released the energy belonging to the Heavenly Sword.

Hum, hum, hum!

Suddenly, the thousands of sharp swords around him began to tremble in unison, emitting waves of clear and melodious sword chimes. Sharp Sword Qi immediately enveloped a radius of a hundred zhang.

"Good, then come! This old man has long wanted to have a fair and square fight with you, the Martial Arts Myth!"

Jue Wushen also stepped forward several paces, his demeanor arrogant, radiating a powerful and domineering energy.

Wuming raised his sword finger and gestured upward; the thousands of long swords flew off the ground amidst the trembling, hovering at Wuming's sides. As he pointed forward, the tips of the swords all aimed at Jue Wushen.

This scene was truly spectacular.

Especially since the Sword Qi imbued in each sword was different—some agile, some fierce, some elegant, some with Rigidity and Flexibility Combined... but under Wuming's control, the energy of all the long swords was interconnected, forming a whole. That formless and intangible Sword Qi surged into the sky, causing the heavens and earth to lose their color.

"What kind of sword technique is this!?"

Jue Wushen's expression changed slightly; even he could not help but feel a sense of danger.

This was a feeling he had never experienced since his Indestructible Golden Body reached perfection.

This also proved that this sword was enough to threaten him.

"Ten, Thousand, Swords, Return, to, Origin!"

Wuming said word by word.

As these words were uttered, the thousands of long swords spun slightly, and amidst the whistling of Sword Qi, they surged toward Jue Wushen like a Flood Dragon made purely of swords, roaring and howling. The sword shadows blotted out the sky and covered the sun, vast and mighty, shredding everything in their path. On the ground, dense sword marks appeared.

"Good! Today, I, with my Indestructible Golden Body, will break your Martial Arts Myth's Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin."

Jue Wushen let out a roar, sank his waist and braced his stance, clenching his ten fingers tightly.

As his body shook, a golden Qi cover emerged from his massive frame, protecting his entire body without the slightest gap or flaw.

This Qi cover emitted a faint golden light, coating Jue Wushen's skin in a faint golden radiance, making him look like a War God.

Bang, bang, bang!

Immediately, amidst a storm of clashing sounds, the hundred-refined steel long swords struck Jue Wushen's Protective Qi Cover. Because the long swords were infused with Wuming's Heavenly Sword energy, they would rather break than bend. The moment they hit the Qi cover, they shattered into countless fragments, falling to the ground.

Of course, some long swords pierced into the Protective Qi Cover, but they did not truly penetrate through.

Soon, countless broken swords lay on the ground, and the Protective Qi Cover was densely embedded with broken blades.

Yet, this Protective Qi Cover remained unbroken.

Solid as a golden fortress!

"I wonder if Senior Wuming can win?"

"Senior's Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin is powerful, but after all, he only has one-tenth of his power left. Furthermore, among these swords, there are no famous or precious swords like the Hero Sword or Wushuang Sword. Once they collide with Jue Wushen's Protective Qi Cover, they shatter instantly."

"Senior Wuming is the Martial Arts Myth; if he is defeated, won't the Central Plains Martial Arts World fall into the hands of the invaders?"

"Hey, don't you all forget, this is Baijian Villa."

Those stopping to watch this battle were not just the five thousand Ghost Rakshasas, but also the martial arts experts who had followed.

Some wanted to go up and assist the senior Wuming, but the five thousand Ghost Rakshasas were not to be trifled with. Furthermore, the Central Plains martial arts sects were divided and scattered like loose sand, so it would have been a futile effort.

On the other side, Wuming's thousands of long swords had all snapped, leaving only the final sword.

Yet, everything done previously was by no means futile. It not only left the Protective Qi Cover tattered and torn, but also allowed him to discern the circulation path of the Protective True Qi.

And this final sword.

It was the critical sword to decide victory or defeat, life or death.

Whoosh!

Under the guidance of Wuming's sword finger, the final sword flew out with unprecedented speed, tearing through the sky like a bolt of lightning in the dark night, trailing a milky-white wave of air.

This sword plunged directly into the invisible Protective Qi Cover, continuing to drill and pierce inward. The entire invisible Protective Qi Cover caved in, like a balloon being pricked by a needle, yet it did not burst.

Cold sweat appeared on Jue Wushen's forehead; he drove his ten-percent cultivation power to activate his Indestructible Golden Body, the ground beneath his feet shattered, but he did not retreat even half a step.

Counting it up, this was his first battle since entering the Central Plains.

Therefore, he could not retreat in this battle no matter what, and even less could he lose.

"Break!

"

Following a sharp shout from Wuming, he poured all his remaining cultivation power into this sword.

He pushed his sword finger forward, and the final sword finally pierced through the Protective Qi Cover. Just like a pricked balloon, it burst with a "bang," and the airflow swept out in all directions like a gale.

"The Protective Qi Cover is broken!"

"Haha! Senior Wuming is the Martial Arts Myth; even with one percent of his power, he is not below this Dongying person."

The martial arts practitioners cheered in unison.

However, the cheers soon froze.

Because they discovered that although Wuming's sword had pierced the Protective Qi Cover and the battle armor, it could not advance another inch. It was as if Jue Wushen's skin were harder than any metal or stone in the world.

Jue Wushen let out a sudden, explosive roar, thrusting his broad chest forward.

With a "bang," the final long sword shattered with a boom, turning into countless tiny fragments that fell to the ground.

"Didn't expect that, did you? For this old man's Indestructible Golden Body, the physical body is the foundation; the Protective True Qi is merely an outer garment. Wuming, your Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin is broken. Take this strike of my Killing Fist: Killing God!"

Amidst his words, Jue Wushen clenched his five fingers, his figure sank slightly, and a fierce, killing aura condensed on his fist. With a "boom" as the air wave exploded, he threw out a heavy punch.

Back then, Jue Wushen had been blocked by Wuming at Shanhai Pass and forced to withdraw his troops. Later, from the fragmented formulas of his senior brother Quan Dao Shen, he finally simplified the complex and created the highly lethal Killing Fist.

This Killing Fist gathered the essence of Jue Wushen's lifelong fist techniques, divided into three moves.

Killing Heart, Killing God, Killing Absolute.

These three great killing moves were each more rigid and tyrannical than the last.

And the one used right now was precisely "Killing God," which had immense power and was created specifically to kill peerless experts like Wuming.

Once this punch was unleashed, its power was indeed extraordinary; the violent fist energy spanned a distance of over ten zhang, slamming heavily toward Wuming.

Wuming already had only one percent of his cultivation power left, and having exhausted all his focus on "Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin," his figure was already tottering. In this situation, he could only use his finger as a sword to execute a move of "Sorrowful and Unexplained."

It was a pity that although it was a sword technique of the heart, it still required True Qi as a foundation to exert its power. The water sword of sword Qi condensed by Sorrowful and Unexplained was shattered, and Wuming was sent flying while spitting blood.

"From this day on in the martial arts world, I am the God!"

Jue Wushen roared toward the sky, revealing an excited and fanatical expression.

He had finally defeated Wuming.

This guy could be said to be his lifelong arch-enemy; after losing to Wuming last time, it had almost become his inner demon. And now, although his cultivation power had been somewhat consumed, defeating this formidable enemy made his confidence climb continuously, and his whole body felt filled with explosive power. With the Martial Arts Myth defeated at his hands, who else in the Central Plains Martial Arts World could stop him, Jue Wushen, from dominating?

Meanwhile, the crowd of Central Plains martial arts practitioners stood frozen; even those who had originally wanted to fish in troubled waters felt a giant boulder pressing down on their hearts, making it difficult to breathe.

The Myth had been defeated; who could be his match?

"Hey, is it really that exciting to defeat someone with one percent power when you have ten percent?" A slightly mocking voice sounded from behind Jue Wushen.

"Who!"

Jue Wushen's hair stood on end instantly.

Who was it? To be able to approach him without him noticing?

But his reaction was also extremely fast; he twisted his body, raised his arm, and threw a punch in one fluid motion.

This punch was the strongest of his three Killing Fists, "Killing Absolute"; once this move was unleashed, it would leave nothing behind. It had the power to make heaven and earth change color.

The moment this punch was thrown, his already thick arm suddenly swelled by a third, muscles bulging, bringing with it a gale-like fist wind, as if he were not swinging a fist, but wielding a pillar supporting the sky to sweep away everything in front of him.

The power of this punch was indeed not trivial.

It was a pity.

He had run into Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng raised his hand and casually pushed out a palm.

Boom!

Amidst a dull, thunderous sound.

The ground beneath Jue Wushen's feet shattered with a boom, the earth continuously breaking and sinking, kicking up a wave of mud and stone several zhang high that spread in all directions; countless Ghost Rakshasas were caught in the crossfire, dying with broken bones and tendons amidst their screams.

And Jue Wushen himself retreated several steps, his face turning deathly pale. A violent force surged within his body, making him want to vomit blood.

"Who are you?"

Jue Wushen looked at the newcomer with a grave expression, a trace of imperceptible fear emerging from the depths of his eyes.

"Didn't you want to call me out to die? Why don't you recognize me?" Yu Liancheng chuckled.

"Yu Liancheng!" Jue Wushen's brows furrowed tightly, his entire body's energy leaking out without reservation: "You are Yu Liancheng!?"

"You guessed right, there's a reward."

Yu Liancheng stepped forward, his fingers joined like a sword, and thrust the finger-sword, propelled by the power of "Broken," toward Jue Wushen.

Jue Wushen let out a cold snort and once again billowed out his Protective Qi Cover. It was just that this Protective Qi Cover had been broken by Wuming once already, and now that it was summoned, it felt somewhat precarious.

Yet even so, it could still withstand the vast majority of attacks in the world.

However, the moment the Protective Qi Cover collided with that finger, it shattered into pieces instantly, failing to provide the slightest obstruction.

Facing the fierce sword-finger coming straight at him, Jue Wushen dared not be the least bit careless; he let out a roar, crossed his arms, and held them horizontally across his chest like iron chains. At the same time, a golden light shimmered on his arms, carrying a heavy, unbreakable aura, as if his pair of arms had transformed into two impenetrable shields capable of resisting any attack in heaven or on earth.

Jue Wushen had great confidence in his Indestructible Golden Body.

As long as his weak point was not breached, he was invincible, and no attack could ever hope to harm him.

But he had no understanding of the power of "Broken," which represented ultimate destruction and ruin. Used at Yu Liancheng's current level, it could be called shocking to the world.

Coupled with Immeasurable Maha...

If this fellow had dodged, that would be one thing, but he insisted on relying on his Indestructible Golden Body to take the hit head-on.

The sword-finger tapped onto his arms.

It touched and immediately withdrew.

"The reward is a reunion between you and your son!"

As these words fell from Yu Liancheng, an astonishing situation occurred.

Crack!

The sound of bones shattering erupted from Jue Wushen's arms; the tendons on his arms bulged violently and then burst, staining his entire thick arm blood-red before it hung down limply.

This crackling sound of bones breaking was incessant, instantly extending from his arms to his shoulders, then his chest and abdomen, and finally his legs... and as the bones shattered, the meridians throughout his body exploded one by one, scalding hot blood gushed out, and in an instant, Jue Wushen was turned into a blood-soaked mess.

His figure swayed precariously, his eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Alright, stop holding on; fall down when it's time to fall, otherwise I'll lose face..."

Yu Liancheng blew a light breath.

With a "Boom," amidst the flying dust and smoke, Jue Wushen crashed to the ground! His entire body's bones were shattered, his meridians were completely severed, and he died!