Chapter 662: Peerless and Unmatched, Invincible Under Heaven

Under the direction of Daoxuan Zhenren, a small orange sword shot over like a bolt of lightning. The small sword was saturated with true power; it appeared unremarkable, yet even a first-rate cultivator would face nothing but severe injury or even death under this single strike.

Yu Liancheng, however, did not care in the slightest. He merely raised his head slightly, divine light flickering in his eyes, as his Yanjing transformed into an invisible sword within his pupils and thrust out.

Boom—!

The small orange sword collided with the pupil-sword. Both were originally forms of invisible Qi, yet at this moment, they seemed like two meteorites crashing into each other, erupting with a thunderous roar as if the heavens and earth were first opening. The entire firmament and world were shrouded in the massive booming sound.

Many spectators felt their ears go deaf in an instant, and the violent force swept outward like a tidal wave. They could not help but turn pale with fright and hurriedly retreat. Although everyone knew this battle was destined to be recorded in the history of the cultivation world and was extraordinary, the sheer magnitude of the power displayed in what seemed like a mere probing strike at the very start was truly beyond anyone's expectations.

"Bring out the true capabilities of the Zhu Xian Sword Array; do not disappoint me."

Yu Liancheng's tone was filled with a faint sense of battle intent. In the Huan Yue Ancient Cave, after he obtained the final portion of the Heavenly Book, the Heavenly Book was perfected, and he had simultaneously pushed his own Gui Cang Nine Paths further, advancing his strength to a new level. Therefore, he was now very eager for a fight. Daoxuan Zhenren, holding the Zhu Xian Sword, was undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.

In mid-air, Daoxuan Zhenren let out a cold snort and guided his Left-handed Sword technique. Suddenly, wild winds rose throughout the firmament, and one after another, colored Qi swords turned their heads to aim at Yu Liancheng. In the blink of an eye, half of the Qi swords in the air—an uncountable number at a glance—seemed to be manipulated by an invisible force and slowly turned around.

Between heaven and earth, there was an atmosphere of solemn killing.

The Zhuxian Ancient Sword in Daoxuan Zhenren's hand also flared with strange light. Hundreds of monochromatic Qi swords within the Zhu Xian Sword Array surged down like an angry tide crashing against the shore, like a rain of swords. The sound of piercing through the air filled the heavens and earth, and the "whoosh-whoosh" sounds echoed everywhere as they poured down toward Yu Liancheng.

The individual Qi swords in this rain of arrows could not compare to the orange Qi sword used in the earlier probe, but with hundreds of Qi swords attacking together, their power could not be underestimated.

Yu Liancheng's brows furrowed slightly. He pressed his fingers together to form a sword, and a powerful Sword Intent rose from his body, diffusing outward to cover the entire scene.

Clang! Clang!

Infected by his Sword Intent, sword-shaped magic treasures flew out of their sheaths, ignoring their owners' control. As Yu Liancheng swept his sword-fingers toward the sky, they all flew to strike against the Sword Qi.

Boom, boom, boom!

Magic treasures collided with the individual Qi swords, and the sound of explosive shattering was incessant.

These magic treasures had all been tempered a thousand times, and driven by Yu Liancheng, they were even more sharp and fierce than ever, actually defeating the Qi swords one by one and rushing straight toward Daoxuan Zhenren.

Daoxuan Zhenren did not hesitate; he chanted incantations without pause. Wave after wave of monochromatic Sword Qi formed into a sword array, whistling downward to strike. They collided with the individual magic treasures and then shattered. In mid-air, Qi energy exploded continuously, as if thousands upon thousands of bombs were detonating in the sky, with waves of energy rolling.

There were also monochromatic Sword Qi that slipped through the net, carrying incomparable momentum as they charged toward the people in Changsheng Tower.

Disciples raised their weapons to resist, but those Qi swords were indestructible, easily piercing and shattering the magic treasures in their hands, then slicing through their flesh, sending blood flying.

Fortunately, these were only a few remnant Sword Qi, and most were blocked by the Ghost King, Sanmiao Fairy, and others; otherwise, it would have been a scene of gore and carnage.

The Ghost King waved his hand to block the nearest yellow Qi sword and felt his body shake violently. The baleful Qi and spiritual power contained within this Qi sword were extremely astonishing. Even for him, if hundreds of such sword-rain strikes whistled down, he would face nothing but death. Seeing Yu Liancheng's calm and composed appearance, he gained a new understanding of this Jade Tower Master's strength.

Unfortunately, the sword-shaped magic treasures were limited after all. Under the impact of wave after wave of monochromatic Qi swords, they began to dim. When they were about three zhang away from Daoxuan Zhenren, they collapsed one after another, scattering into fragments.

"Jade Tower Master, magic treasures have their limits, while my Zhu Xian Sword Array can mobilize the spiritual power of the mountains and rivers of the Seven Main Peaks, inexhaustible. If you abandon evil and follow the good, I can spare your life." Daoxuan Zhenren sneered, though his complexion was slightly pale. The previous rounds of sword rain had also been a significant drain on him.

Yu Liancheng chuckled, his face carrying a look of mockery.

Daoxuan Zhenren said no more. He held the sword in his right hand and pointed it toward the sky, waving it slowly. The entire canopy formed by the sword rain also roared with this movement, rotating in unison, the light becoming so brilliant it could not be looked at directly.

From the Zhu Xian Sword, a dazzling purple Qi rose, shooting into the firmament and straight into the Zhu Xian Sword Array.

In an instant, with the purple Qi as the center, the purple Qi swords within a radius of several dozen zhang gathered toward it. Immediately following, the other six colors of radiance rose one by one, flying into the sword array, gathering different Sword Qi to form a Seven-Star formation within the Zhu Xian Sword Array. Each was a monochromatic sword array ten zhang long, with a stern killing intent that made one's heart jump.

"Go!"

As Daoxuan Zhenren swept his sword-fingers, light flowed in the sky, and countless colored Sword Qi streaked across the firmament, whistling downward.

Like a tidal wave of heaven, it surged over. The purple Qi was in the lead, its momentum far greater than before. Behind the purple, every ten zhang, another color of Sword Qi gathered, surging and whistling like layer upon layer of waves, covering the sky and earth, reaching a scale beyond human imagination.

Looking at this scene that was almost world-destroying, even experts like the Ghost King could not help but change color, their palms sweating.

"Heh." Yu Liancheng gave a cold laugh. He stomped his foot, and his entire body soared into the air, heading straight toward those waves of Sword Qi: "Do you truly think mere Sword Qi can harm me?"

His five fingers rotated like a blooming lotus, then he clenched his fingers into a fist and punched out. The fist collided with the foremost purple sword tide; without the slightest hesitation, the purple sword tide was shattered and destroyed by this punch. He punched with his other hand, and the orange sword tide behind the purple one collapsed in succession.

With the body he had forged after the North Underworld Rebirth Method, he was extremely tough; how could mere Sword Qi harm him?

Thus, Yu Liancheng advanced through the raging waves of Sword Qi.

Whenever a wave of Sword Qi surged over, he would punch out lightly. His movements were relaxed and casual, as if this were not the peerless sword array that was invincible and renowned throughout the Central Plains, but merely stones thrown in anger by a child who had been provoked, which he blocked at will.

If not for the remnant Sword Qi pouring toward both the righteous and demonic factions, causing both sides to pay a relatively heavy price, they might have thought the legendary Zhu Xian Sword Array was nothing more than this.

Yu Liancheng continued to break through the Sword Qi, heading toward Daoxuan. Given the physical strength he had previously displayed, one could imagine that once he truly got close to Daoxuan, a single punch would likely leave Daoxuan Zhenren severely injured and stripped of his ability to fight.

The Water Qilin, having long understood human nature, retreated while summoning a massive water pillar to strike at Yu Liancheng.

But the effect was negligible; Yu Liancheng casually dispersed the water pillar, turning it into droplets filling the sky.

The distance between the two grew closer and closer. Seeing this critical moment, Daoxuan Zhenren held the Zhuxian Ancient Sword and suddenly reversed it, hanging it upside down. The Zhuxian Ancient Sword's light flared violently, and like a long whale sucking in water, it instantly drew in countless Qi swords, layering them one upon another to block in front of him, condensing into a colorful sword wall. Countless more Sword Qi surged toward Yu Liancheng from all directions, surrounding him until he was completely submerged within the Sword Qi.

Seeing Daoxuan Zhenren turn danger into safety and trap Yu Liancheng within the endless rain of swords, the Qingyun Sect disciples cheered and jumped for joy. But before the cheering could die down, a fist broke out from the ocean of Sword Qi, slamming into the thick colorful sword wall. Those layers of sword walls only blocked it for a moment before the defense was torn apart, and the remaining force of the Qi surged out, slamming into Daoxuan Zhenren's chest.

Daoxuan Zhenren spat blood and flew backward.

Daoxuan Zhenren, who had shaken the world for hundreds of years, the pillar of the righteous path of the current age, and who could almost be called the number one cultivation powerhouse in the world, was sent flying by a single punch—and this while holding the Zhu Xian Sword.

This scene shocked countless people, especially the Qingyun Sect disciples, who now felt as if they were in a dream, unable to believe their eyes.

But this was the truth.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Daoxuan Zhenren looked at his palm, where bright red bloodstains flowed. He stared for a moment, then slowly looked toward that black-clad figure.

Yu Liancheng still stood with his hands behind his back, calm and composed. It was as if, from the start of the battle until now, he had not even used his true strength.

"If the peerless Zhu Xian Sword Array is only at this level, then let the Qingyun Sect be destroyed from this day forth." Yu Liancheng's tone was indifferent, his black sleeves fluttering in the wind, as if they would cover the sky.

"No! The Zhu Xian Sword is not limited to this." Daoxuan Zhenren took a deep breath, his eyes becoming increasingly sharp. His somewhat immortal-looking face suddenly radiated an unusual brilliance, like an ancient God.

He lowered his head, as if muttering to himself: "Disciple Daoxuan is unfilial. For the sake of all living beings in the world, I am forced to violate the ancestor's prohibitions. Even if I am doomed to eternal destruction in the future, I am willing to bear it all myself."

The next moment, he guided his left-handed sword technique toward the Zhu Xian Sword. Immediately, fresh blood was scattered, but the blood did not fall; instead, following the gestures of his waving hand, it condensed in mid-air, forcibly drawing a bright red Taiji pattern in the void.

The bright red blood flowed, becoming increasingly bright, almost like red jade, adding a touch of eeriness to the originally upright and peaceful Taiji pattern.

While drawing this blood-colored Taiji pattern, Daoxuan Zhenren's face had turned as pale as paper, and his body trembled slightly, as if that blood had gathered all the true essence and strength of his body.

The next moment, he summoned his final strength, gripped the Zhuxian Ancient Sword, and suddenly thrust it forward, piercing through the Taiji pattern with one sword, while simultaneously shouting aloud: "Heavenly! Mechanism! Seal!"

Some of the elders and Peak Masters who knew the secrets of the Qingyun Sect had their expressions change slightly. The Heavenly Mechanism Seal was a secret technique used to suppress the baleful Qi of Qingyun for a thousand years. Once opened, it could be transformed into the peerless killing intent of the Zhuxian Ancient Sword, bringing the power of the Zhu Xian Sword Array to its extreme. However, the harm to the person holding the sword and the erosion of their cultivation foundation were also significant. Once the baleful Qi of the Zhuxian Ancient Sword was released and surged, the backlash would be irresistible, and it could even lead to a deviation in cultivation.

Daoxuan Zhenren naturally knew all of this, but the Qingyun Sect had reached a critical moment of life and death, and he could not care about too much else.

And when the Heavenly Mechanism Seal was used, the Qingyun Seven Peaks all emitted golden light, drawing seven different huge golden patterns that pointed from afar toward the Zhuxian Ancient Sword in the firmament.

Another moment passed.

The golden patterns vanished, and the sword shadows filling the sky also disappeared, leaving only the massive main sword of the Zhu Xian Sword Array.

This single main sword had transformed from seven colors into a single giant white sword, shining with ten thousand rays of light, brilliant across the world, radiating a power that oppressed all living things, as if it were about to break through the heavens and depart.

"Yu Liancheng, take this move!"

"

The Zhu Xian Sword, neither gold nor jade, also landed on the hilt of that brilliant main Zhu Xian sword. Almost simultaneously, Daoxuan Zhenren formed a seal with both hands, and the Zhu Xian Sword Array was activated, whistling toward Yu Liancheng with the momentum of shattering the heavens; it appeared slow, but under this sword, there was absolutely nowhere to hide.

Only now did the Zhu Xian Sword unleash its greatest power, killing gods if it met gods, and executing immortals if it met immortals.

The giant Zhu Xian sword pressed down from above; wherever it passed, one could only hear piercing, sharp sounds in the air, and everything in its path was reduced to ashes, leaving not a single trace behind.

No one present could block such a sword.

Not even for an instant.

Whoever blocked it would die!

But there was still Yu Liancheng.

The peerless Yu Liancheng.

He let out a long whistle and threw a punch with unstoppable force.

The fist was like the high heavens; anyone who saw this punch would develop an illusion, as if this punch were infinitely magnified, like a mountain or the high heavens, like a giant shadow shrouding the world, meeting the Zhuxian Ancient Sword that radiated countless rays of light.

Black and white.

Sword and fist.

Collided together.

The next moment, a collision that transcended the mortal world began.

With the point where the fist and sword met as the center, everything lost its color, turning into the simplest black and white.

The black was like a night so dark one could not see their own fingers, deep and chaotic. The white was brilliant and magnificent, impossible to describe in words. Both colors had reached their extreme, occupying people's vision, and carried a strange energy that caused those who witnessed the black and white to let out a series of miserable cries, their eyes pierced by the light, falling to the ground in agony.

A series of deafening roars rang out, and ears were once again plunged into deafness. Yet from the constantly trembling ground, one could clearly feel that this battle was far from over.

This trembling lasted for a very long time, as if it would last until the end of time.

When the trembling stopped, the crowd, who had kept their eyes tightly shut, slowly opened them and looked anxiously toward the sky; after a brief blur, they saw a shocking scene.

In mid-air, Daoxuan Zhenren stood facing Yu Liancheng, holding the Zhu Xian Sword, both sides appearing as if they had turned into clay statues. Only those with sharp eyes might notice that seven or eight cracks had appeared on the Zhu Xian Sword, its luster dim. Daoxuan Zhenren remained in the posture of holding the sword, but his eyes were lifeless and indifferent.

At this moment, Yu Liancheng let out a leisurely sigh that echoed between heaven and earth, then reached out and tapped lightly on Daoxuan Zhenren's forehead, and Daoxuan Zhenren fell from the Water Qilin.

In all of heaven and earth, only one person remained.

And in everyone's mind, a single idiom sounded at the same time.

——Invincible under heaven!

Truly and genuinely invincible under heaven.