CHAPTER 1348: CHAPTER 115: TODAY I SHOW MY SWORD—WHO HAS GRIEVANCES UNRESOLVED?

Yu Canghai was momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter. He promptly withdrew, quickly retreating to the top of Yumen City’s pass.

He raised his wine cup and loudly said to Xue Wujian, "Yu Canghai holds this drink here, waiting for Peak Master Xue’s triumphant return."

Xue Wujian nodded in response, then levitated, aligning himself parallel to Ming Venerable, gazing distantly at each other.

Everyone looked up, staring at the two.

This battle would determine whether Yumen Pass could enjoy a brief period of peace.

Once the Three Demon Lords were defeated, Yumen Pass would have the chance for a rare respite at its weakest moment.

Ming Venerable stared at Xue Wujian’s face, bursting into uncontrollable laughter.

As a Demon Lord, he maintained a calm demeanor due to his standing, yet Xue Wujian’s words were utterly absurd.

Absurd to the point of ridicule.

Only one round, losing in one round, would count as his defeat?

How arrogant.

Even Xie Qingyun within the pass might not dare be so audacious.

Yet Xue Wujian dared.

On what grounds?

As a Demon Lord at the peak of his power, he had to show this conceited Sword Cultivator how laughable his claims truly were.

"A Sword Cultivator of the Eighth Realm from the Sword Sect is indeed powerful, but it doesn’t matter; you will soon realize the gap between us," Ming Venerable said confidently and domineeringly.

"Rise!" Ming Venerable shouted, raising the Ancient Shield, drawing starlight from the Heaven’s Vault.

The dim stars, overshadowed by the daytime, were shining brightly at this moment!

Each star was a beam of starlight, moving with the Ancient Shield, traversing thousands of miles to reflect upon Ming Venerable’s Ancient Shield, inscribing supreme runes.

A thousand beams of starlight descended.

In an instant, the once plain Ancient Shield became dazzling with starlight, magnificent as if made of crystal stone.

Simultaneously, a torrential blood-red light erupted from Ming Venerable’s body, forming a colossal Blood Sea tens of thousands of feet high behind him.

A layer of red light softly spread, covering Ming Venerable entirely, like a layer of dark red Blood Armor. On this Blood Armor, a violent and chaotic aura entwined.

The Wilderness Ancestor Demon Body, a high-level Divine Demon Body of the Demon Race, ranked among the ninety-nine Supreme Divine Demon Bodies.

A shield and a Divine Demon Body formed an absolute barrier between Xue Wujian and Ming Venerable.

There are only mistaken given names, no mistaken nicknames.

Ming Venerable’s title "Ming" was due to his Demon Soldier’s ability to invoke celestial power, reforging it into an impregnable shield.

His Divine Demon Body, renowned for its defense, is the Wilderness Ancestor Demon Body, offering one of the best survival abilities.

Combined, killing him is more challenging than ascending to heaven.

After all was prepared, Ming Venerable mockingly looked at Xue Wujian, expecting to see a trace of fear, confusion, panic, and vigilance in his eyes.

But he saw none of that.

Xue Wujian still gazed calmly at him, asking, "Are you done?"

This time, Ming Venerable’s expression finally changed, narrowing his eyes.

Xue Wujian’s demeanor meant either he was a fool or he had absolute confidence.

Obviously, reaching such a realm meant he couldn’t be a fool, leaving only the second possibility.

Though he didn’t know where Xue Wujian’s confidence originated.

Ming Venerable cautiously and perplexedly stared at Xue Wujian.

"If you don’t hurry up, the Dragon Saliva will dissipate," Xue Wujian said.

Then, he suddenly chuckled lightly.

"If you’re finished, it’s my turn."

The next moment, Xue Wujian loudly stated, "Unsheath!"

With a clang.

A dazzling long sword soared from his body, ascending from his celestial point.

Three-foot Green Peak.

With Qingfeng Sword unsheathed, Xue Wujian used himself as the sheath, nurturing the sword within him.

The blade was like white frost, shimmering with a cold light.

The aftermath from Qingfeng Sword extended outward, intimidating the onlookers, making their faces reveal wary expressions.

Xue Wujian’s body flashed explosively, incredibly fast, nearly reaching Ming Venerable in the blink of an eye.

The sword light on him dimmed briefly.

In a moment, a sword light even more brilliant than before transmitted out.

Xue Wujian entered the array and drew his sword, launching the Sword Rainbow.

Buzz!

The sword’s hum resounded through Heaven and Earth.

The sword light enveloped the Sky Dome.

The cold sword light completely submerged and concealed Xue Wujian’s form.

The ground a thousand miles away suddenly rose, fissures appeared, soil, yellow sand, and rubble burst forth.

Merely by drawing the sword, his presence was already world-shattering, as if mountains quaked and collapsed.

The next moment, the Three-foot Green Peak thrust forward, and the Heaven and Earth Element Qi surrounding the sword tip ascended, moving along with the Peacemaker Sword.

In just an instant, within the Sword Rainbow appeared a giant dragon a thousand feet long.

The dragon charged straight toward the Heaven’s Vault, its head the Peacemaker Sword.

Clang!

The Sword Rainbow, carrying the force of a giant dragon, collided against the Ancient Shield, the resonant sound like a grand bell echoing through the Void.

The crowd heard the resounding clash of metal and was all startled, wanting to find out what happened. However, the Sword Light was too dazzling, making it impossible to see the center of the battlefield even with Spiritual Power applied to their eyes.

Where the Sword Light reached, only the clear ringing of swords was heard, and nothing else was visible.

Looking back, a figure had already charged out from the Sword Light.

Having just finished the clash, Xue Wujian emerged from the Sword Light, and in a blink of an eye, returned above Yumen City Pass.

"One exchange has passed, Ming Venerable has been defeated," Xue Wujian declared loudly, then accepted a wine cup from the hands of Yu Canghai.

Less than five breaths had passed.

The Dragon Saliva had not yet dissipated.

"Glad to not have failed the mission." Xue Wujian drank the Dragon Saliva in the cup in one gulp, then threw the cup, and declared boldly, "Good drink!"

The cup fell straight from the sky, descending all the way, finally crashing onto the city wall of Yumen Pass, making a sound upon impact.

A crisp and pleasing clang.

As if breaking a cup as a signal.

At this moment, the Sword Light in the sky just happened to dissipate, allowing everyone to see what lay within.

All eyes were immediately cast, eager to know what had happened.

The next moment, silence reigned over everything.

In the center of the battlefield, Ming Venerable’s face was twisted as if enduring immense pain.

Cracks appeared on his shield, akin to Crystal Stone, and the Blood Armor brought by the Wilderness Ancestor Demon Body was also shattered and scattered.

A huge cavity appeared in his chest.

The wound could not heal for a long time.

The life-saving power that Ming Venerable prided himself on was not in vain, so he did not perish.

Yet, under Xue Wujian’s strike, his proud Ancient Shield was broken, and the Wilderness Ancestor Demon Body that he was so proud of was pierced through the heart, the wound writhing with flesh and blood.

The sharp Sword Intent eroded his vitality, slowing the healing of the wound.

An Eighth Realm Sword Cultivator, with merely one sword strike, could achieve such a level?

Ming Venerable’s face twitched, uncertain if it was due to the injuries on his body or something else.

He was both angry and fearful, puzzled and even a bit terrified.

For today, if Xue Wujian could deliver a second, third, or even a fourth similar strike, Ming Venerable might fall at Yumen Pass.

In fact, if Xue Wujian could deliver a second, third strike, he would have already done so.

But he could not.

Clang clang!

The sound of swords rang out, as the rainbow returned to Yumen Pass.

The Three-foot Green Peak folded back, cold light overflowing, merging into Xue Wujian’s body.

Ten years sharpening a sword, the Frost Blade yet to be tested.

Today I show it to you, who has an unjust matter?

Xue Wujian’s sword is named Peacemaker.

Today, to wield the sword for the injustices at Yumen Pass.

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Ji Chuan once introduced Lu Qingshan, stating that Xue Wujian was reputed as the scabbard of the Sword Sect.

This is because the Peak Master of Sheathless Peak practiced only one move in his life, the art of nurturing an External Sword.

Yet, this one sword alone surpassed ninety-nine percent of Sword Cultivators in the world.

This is the sword nurturing technique of Xue Wujian.

Ten years sharpening a sword?

That’s for mortals.

This sword of Xue Wujian was actually nurtured for one thousand two hundred and thirty-one years.

Therefore, even a top Demon Lord, and a Ming Venerable known for defense, would suffer defeat under this sword, with severe injuries taking years or even decades to recover.

Unfortunately, he only had this one sword.

"If I could nurture the sword for another three thousand years, today I could slay a Venerable with one strike," Xue Wujian lamented.

The longer the sword nurturing, the more irresistible its power becomes.

Xue Wujian’s thousand-year nurtured sword could gravely injure a Demon Lord.

If he could nurture it for four thousand years, he could possibly slay a Demon Lord.

Even with the lamenting, no doubt, Xue Wujian won this battle.

Everyone looked at the twisted expression of Ming Venerable in the Heaven’s Vault and knew this outcome.

Then, the next moment.

Outside Yumen Pass, not a sound was heard, a scene of deathly silence.

Within Yumen Pass, cheers erupted, joy abounding.

Truly, half was heaven, half was hell.

Subsequent generations praised it with a poem:

The first feat in suppressing the Demon Race, the sound of the sword echoes from Yumen.

Wujian halted, displaying heroism, Dragon Saliva remains and Ming Venerable falls.