The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron
Chapter 1263 - Chapter 1263 Chapter 1362 The Strongest Sword

Chapter 1263: Chapter 1362: The Strongest Sword Chapter 1263: Chapter 1362: The Strongest Sword As soon as the middle-aged man’s voice fell, within Qian Country, the swords in the hands of the many martial artists simultaneously emitted a contentious hum as if they were being called, each one, ordinary or precious, ready to unsheathe.

“Rise!” The middle-aged man let out a loud shout, and in his voice seemed to be the charm of the great Tao; instantly, tens of thousands of swords soared into the sky like a rain of blades, sweeping towards the ugly old man.

This took the martial artists of Qian Country by surprise; some tried to grab their swords but failed to hold them, and instead were injured by their own swords.

The sight of tens of thousands of swords attacking at once was truly terrifying, and any ordinary person witnessing this scene would be stunned with fear.

The ugly old man was caught between the vast Sword Intent falling from the middle-aged man above and tens of thousands of swords whistling towards him from below, a pincer attack that left him in extreme danger.

However, the ugly old man glanced downwards with a slight curl of his lips, showing a certain level of disdain.

Then, from behind, the ugly old man took hold of a golden longsword and effortlessly swung it at the oncoming tide of tens of thousands of swords.

In an instant, the oncoming swords were reduced to fragments; not a single one survived the encounter as all were turned into shards.

With another wave of his hand, these fragments flew out of Qian Country like a river of stars, leaving Qian Country unharmed.

The martial artists below were dumbstruck; tens of thousands of their swords had been unleashed only to be nonchalantly neutralized by the ugly old man in just a few strokes, and in a blink of an eye, all were destroyed. What kind of skill was this? It was beyond imagination.

“Now take my sword!” laughed the ugly old man, gripping the Shattered Pattern Ancient Sword once more, and cleanly slicing through with a single strike.

Boom!!!

An overwhelming surge of Sword Intent came flooding in like a river bursting its banks, colliding with the Sword Intent deployed by the middle-aged man.

The two Sword Intents clashed the very next moment.

Both the middle-aged man and the ugly old man’s expressions changed, with the ugly old man looking somewhat more overwhelmed, staggering several times, apparently struggling to maintain his stance.

But after a few stumbles, the ugly old man finally steadied himself and did not fall, though his already pale complexion had turned even paler.

Zhou Meng and the three mighty figures from Tang Country were filled with worry. They could see that, although the ugly old man was a formidable force, the last Sword Head of the Nine Countries from eight hundred years ago, his age was showing. Having just defeated the Three Heroes of Tao Sky, his strength had been sapped. Now facing another master swordsman, it was natural for the ugly old man to be somewhat outmatched.

Zhou Meng and the others were extremely anxious; if the ugly old man were to lose, and with Fang Lin’s whereabouts unknown, would they really have to abandon Qian Country and flee?

Zhou Meng glanced at the Pill Alliance experts beside him, signaling them with his eyes. Understanding Zhou Meng’s intent, they all nodded.

They had all been prepared; if the ugly old man could not hold out, Zhou Meng would lead everyone to immediately flee Qian Country. There was no need to risk their lives for such a small country.

Of course, this was all contingent on the ugly old man’s defeat. If the ugly old man could turn the tide and defeat the middle-aged man, they could continue to stay in Qian Country and observe for a while.

So this battle was essentially about the survival of Qian Country; if the ugly old man were defeated, it would essentially mean the end of Qian Country.

The two overwhelming Sword Intents clashed, initially seeming even-matched, as both adversaries appeared to have met their match. But quickly, the Sword Intent released by the middle-aged man seemed to gain the upper hand, subtly overwhelming the ugly old man’s Sword Intent.

And this suppression became increasingly apparent, the ugly old man’s expression changing time and again, his face filled with seriousness.

Many people in Qian Country had begun to sense something foreboding and became panicked, with some already preparing to flee the country.

At that moment, the ugly old man suddenly split into a grin, “Impressive Sword Intent, but alas, it’s about to become a wedding dress for this old man.”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was taken aback, then his brows furrowed.

Simultaneously, a shocking reversal occurred between the two forces of Sword Intent. The middle-aged man’s Sword Intent, which had been firmly in the lead, was devoured in an instant by the ugly old man’s.

In that instant, the ugly old man’s Sword Intent grew countless times stronger, rolling towards the middle-aged man with an overwhelming force that seemed to crush the heavens and earth.

The middle-aged man did not dare to take it lightly; this was his Sword Intent combined with the ugly old man’s, a combined force he had to withstand, even though he didn’t understand why his had been swallowed.

One sword! Feelings Cut!

There was a somber sadness in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and his sword seemed to be affected, emitting a soft glow.

What the middle-aged man swung was an exceedingly ordinary stroke, without technique or Sword Intention, almost like one that a beginner in swordsmanship might make.

Yet this stroke contained the most profound Sword Tao of the middle-aged man.

Emotions infused into the sword, the emotions reaching their deepest point, then severing one’s own feelings.

This stroke could cut a sword and even more could cut all things because all things hold emotions.

There was no flash of the sword, no sensation of Sword Qi, but this very stroke caused the immense oncoming Sword Intent to instantly dissolve into nothingness, without a trace, as if it had never existed.

The ugly old man’s expression changed drastically, his eyes wide with shock.

The strike was not yet over!

The Feelings Cut stroke went straight for the ugly old man, as if to decide the winner with this single move and to take the ugly old man’s life.

“What a marvelous Feelings Cut sword! I never expected the Taoist Sect to harbor a swordsmanship genius like you!” The ugly old man couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration, his status as the former Sword Head of the Nine Countries notwithstanding, he continued to marvel at the middle-aged man’s stroke.

However, the ugly old man did not just sit and wait for death. He released his grip on the Shattered Pattern Ancient Sword, letting it return to the midst of the many ancient swords behind him.

His hand was empty of a sword, yet an indescribably fearsome Sword Qi emanated from the ugly old man’s entire being.

“Having stayed in Sinking Sword Lake for so many years, I have finally realized this one stroke. Today, I will use your unfeeling sword to perfect my own!” he said, and with a flick of his fingers, a piercing Sword Qi burst forth.

An empty hand did not prevent the display of Sword Qi, especially when it was a stroke that had taken the ugly old man centuries to realize.

This stroke represented the true pinnacle of the ugly old man’s Sword Tao, the reason he had chosen to fade away into obscurity years ago.

Because of this stroke, the ugly old man could break through himself, and the day he could let go of all ancient swords behind him was when his Sword Tao could cut down any expert in the world.

ps: Fourth update, computer got stuck downloading something, just got it sorted out, will continue typing. Recommend a book “Emperor of Sword Tao”.

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