Chapter 705

It is known that ordinary martial arts techniques, when pushed to their extreme, condense the technique's inherent traits and martial intent, forming this aura phantom.

When paired with it, the power multiplies.

But once the aura phantom forms, it can never be changed.

Yet the immortal god's demonic phantom has now become a smiling Buddha phantom.

Clearly, not only has the aura phantom changed, but the very essence of the technique has been altered.

This is unprecedented in the martial path.

"Enough nonsense! Old man, step aside, and I'll let this go today."

"If you don't move, you'll bleed out here today."

The immortal god knew nothing of his own transformation; in his eyes, Yan Chixia was just prattling on.

Thus, he grew increasingly impatient, his tone reverting to its former arrogance.

"Hehe! Since you've become a monk, let me meet you with Daoist arts!"

Yan Chixia sneered; clearly, the immortal god had undergone many changes in these months.

But what did any of it matter to him?

Since the man remained obstinate, and his mission demanded it, he might as well settle this.

"Heaven and Earth, Wuji—borrow the Dao's power!"

Yan Chixia roared, chanting the Xuanxinzheng Sect's Daoist incantation, then summoned his true yuan and slammed his palm onto the sword case.

The lid of the case flew open, and dozens of flying swords shot out, instantly forming a sword array around him.

"Excellent!"

The immortal god couldn't help but silently praise.

Though he'd lost his past memories, his understanding of the martial path remained.

Not even a Shattered Realm martial artist could achieve qi-controlled swords.

A martial artist skilled in sword arts, or one versed in the Jian Sect's unique masterpiece Wanjiangui Sect, could control many treasure swords.

But all martial artists who controlled swords merely directed them.

They commanded the flying swords to strike enemies—that was all.

Yet the immortal god could see that every flying sword Yan Chixia had launched was at least a Grade Earth divine weapon—and that wasn't all.

More crucially, each sword glowed fiercely, with faint divine radiance swirling within.

He knew this was the sword cultivator's path, the legendary pinnacle of sword arts.

To nurture a treasure sword with essence, qi, spirit, true yuan, and more, until sword and cultivator are bound as one.

The sword is the man; the man is the sword.

The sword lives, the man lives; the sword is destroyed, the man dies!

This sword cultivator path is brutally powerful, unmatched by ordinary foes.

Ordinary experts consider mastering even one sword a rare feat.

Yet Yan Chixia now summoned at least thirty.

Each glowed with divine radiance, swirling sword light, and faint divine energy.

This was nearly impossible among sword cultivators.

An opponent—especially one of equal strength—is every strong fighter's most desired challenge!

Though he'd lost his past memories, the immortal god remained a man who pursued the peak of martial arts!

Yan Chixia, this aberrant sword cultivator genius, was precisely one of the opponents he most wished to face!

"Die!"

The immortal god roared, gathering countless heavenly and earthly Earth Yuan Qi with the smiling Buddha phantom behind him, and launched it at Yan Chixia.

Yan Chixia, of course, refused to yield; he formed a hand seal, and the thirty-plus flying swords around him shot skyward.

Under his control, they transformed into a sword array that surged toward the immortal god in counterattack.

Ordinary sword cultivators require years of grueling effort to forge a single sword bound by life and fate.

Once completed, such a sword is brutally powerful, nearly invincible.

Now, over thirty swords, each forged by Yan Chixia's supreme will into a life-fate bond.

And now, arrayed together, they struck.

Because they were bound to their master's life and fate, the swords possessed extraordinary sentience.

A single thought from their master could alter their strike trajectory.

Now, as they attacked the immortal god, the thirty-plus swords danced wildly.

Sometimes in vertical alignment, sometimes in horizontal formation.

Each sword was pushed to its absolute limit by Yan Chixia.

If his opponent were an ordinary Mythical Realm cultivator,

Even a Mythical Realm cultivator ranked on the Heavenly Dao Golden List, beneath this dizzying sword array,

He'd likely be pierced and defeated within ten strikes.

But the immortal god was no ordinary expert, nor was he a Mythical Realm cultivator.

He was among the top few strongest in all Jiuzhou!

In the battle at Dragon God Island, he nearly held off three opponents alone using the Divine Stone.

Though the Divine Stone accounted for most of the credit, it still proved his own cultivation was formidable.

Now, though he'd lost most of his past memories, his martial cultivation, martial awareness, and more remained untouched.

Indeed, due to his trials among the demons of the Eighteen Layers of Hell, and further modification by an unknown entity,

His true combat power has now risen another level compared to when he was on Dragon God Island.

The sword formation composed of over thirty flying swords, though meticulously controlled by Yan Chixia, achieved a flawless coordination.

Yet the Immortal of Master Changsheng merely punched forward again, and the smiling Buddha shadow behind him appeared as solid as reality, continuously striking with palms against the flying swords.

This smiling Buddha shadow clearly seemed to possess only two palms.

But in its strikes, it moved as swiftly as lightning.

In an instant, the palm formations bloomed, resembling a thousand hands and a thousand palms.

Layer upon layer, they blocked every incoming flying sword entirely.

"Thousand-Handed Divine Palm—you've got quite a few tricks!"

The flying swords failed to land a hit, yet Yan Chixia was not discouraged; instead, he praised the Immortal of Master Changsheng.

Many have managed to condense martial shadows.

After all, once one reaches the Mythical Realm, one can do so if one wishes.

But none have been able to manifest a martial shadow that, like a true clone, wields such a fierce and profound palm technique.

At least, Yan Chixia had never before seen anyone wield it before his eyes.

Yet he did not know that the so-called Thousand-Handed Divine Palm was something the Immortal of Master Changsheng had never known before…

After offering his praise, Yan Chixia saw the Immortal of Master Changsheng's assault already upon him.

Upon the fist's tip, the aura was terrifyingly imposing.

Everything along its path seemed ready to be shattered.

In the face of imminent danger, Yan Chixia swiftly formed another hand seal, and the flying swords that had been clashing with the smiling Buddha shadow behind the Immortal of Master Changsheng.

In an instant, they vanished, and reappeared—right before Yan Chixia's own body.

Over thirty flying swords arranged themselves before Yan Chixia into a defensive sword formation.

"Hah!"

The Immortal of Master Changsheng's punch had reached its peak, and seeing the sword defense, he had no intention of changing his technique.

With a thunderous roar, he slammed his fist directly into the sword formation.

Boom—

This was the first direct clash between two top-tier experts.

Beneath the Immortal of Master Changsheng's earth-shattering punch, the sword defense collapsed as if shattered.

"So powerful!"

Yan Chixia was utterly stunned—he now realized the Immortal of Master Changsheng's cultivation had advanced since just months ago.