World's No. 1 Swordsman
Chapter 61: Yin-Yang Grand Formation

Chapter 61: Yin-Yang Grand Formation

With a flick of his fingers, Wang Sheng made his sword resonate with him. He then heard a long whistle, making the wind rise and the waters swirl, all in the form of Tai Chi.

The moment he got his hands on a wooden sword, Wang Sheng turned into a completely different person. As his sword intent turned vast and fierce, he finally unleashed his full strength, surprising the two Yin-Yang Cult members.

Meanwhile, Mu Wanxuan had instantly seized control of the battlefield. Her Yin-Yang qi suppressed everything within several dozen meters, making the short man immediately consider retreating!

However, even if he wanted to, he had no time to retreat. While Wang Sheng was driving back his opponent with the Seven-Star Sword Formation, Mu Wanxuan had assumed a simple opening stance.

With a cold expression, she planted her feet in a bow stance, slowly thrusting his left hand forward while pulling her right hand back. Her long hair billowed behind her.

The short man hastily chanted an incantation, but his chest inexplicably tightened. The surrounding primal qi seemed to momentarily freeze, becoming completely unresponsive to his spiritual consciousness.

He then felt simultaneous forceful pushes on his left shoulder and right chest, spinning him uncontrollably.

Behind the rigid human-skin mask, his eyes filled with horror. "Tai Chi Fist?!"

Mu Wanxuan seemed oblivious to his remarks, as if she were immersed in her own world. Every blade of grass, every flower and tree, every person and shadow—all were within the slow yet profound push and pull of her hands.

With my own hands, I shall guide the heavens and the earth.

"Hmph! How dare you humiliate me!"

As an invisible force kept pushing and pulling the short man, making him sway, he let out a hoarse growl and tapped several of his acupoints. Pure true essence erupted from him, pushing him back half a meter.

Though only a small distance, it was enough to make him feel as if he had broken free from an invisible cage. He immediately leaped backward.

Nevertheless, Mu Wanxuan remained completely unhurried, continuing to move through her Tai Chi forms at her own rhythm. Her right fingers folded gently into a clenched fist.

Yin and Yang, rigid and flexible.

She then thrust her right fist forward by half an inch, shifting from extreme slowness to sudden speed so seamlessly that the onlookers felt no abruptness at all.

It was as if it was fated to happen—as if it was the way nature had intended it to be.

With just one punch, Mu Wanxuan had left a small fist imprint on the man's back. He howled lowly as he was sent flying.

Though already considered an expert in this day and age, the early-stage Seed Formation Realm cultivator profusely vomited blood, further humiliating him.

Scrambling to his feet, the short man now looked at Mu Wanxuan with a hint of panic.

Has she reached the Illusory Core Realm? No, that's impossible! She's still too young!

Before he could process his thoughts, two forces pushed him around again. They simultaneously struck his back and chest, spinning him through the air like a top. He tumbled seven or eight times before crashing to the ground, dazed and disoriented.

Mu Wanxuan slowly returned to her initial stance, but she did not stop entirely.

Her long hair swayed gently as she moved forward. Though she appeared to be moving slowly, with each step, she made the surrounding primal qi ripple like the surface of a drum.

Her Tai Chi aura—or more precisely, her Yin-Yang Grand Formation—was the culmination of her ten-plus years of dedication to the art. Even Qing Yanzi, her master, hadn't reached such a level of mastery yet.

Wang Sheng would not be able to exchange blows with Mu Wanxuan either; the Tai Chi aura she could summon at will would render him completely helpless.

Once her Tai Chi aura unfolded, she could manipulate any "prey" caught within the trajectory of her Yin-Yang qi like a puppet. Without an effective countermeasure or strength two realms higher than Mu Wanxuan's, they would be utterly incapable of resisting!

Her Tai Chi aura could also be retracted to surround her, forming an unparalleled defensive Daoist art.

That was why Wang Sheng could dare face his opponent's true essence attacks directly. He knew his senior sister was with him to hold the line!

As Mu Wanxuan advanced, the miserable short man coughed up more blood. He struggled to his feet as he desperately retreated.

He no longer had any will to fight. He looked at the beautiful, immortal-like woman with sheer terror, as if he were looking at a monster.

"W-who are you people?!"

"Hmph." Mu Wanxuan simply snorted in response. Even if she wanted to answer, she could not form a coherent response.

At that moment, her soft-hearted nature prevailed. Noticing that the man had already suffered severe injuries and was coughing up blood constantly, she hesitated to deliver the final blow. Instead, she subtly looked over her shoulder, finding Chi Wen kneeling beside the unconscious short-haired woman. She was still unaware that the woman had nearly killed her.

Chi Wen stared at Mu Wanxuan in a daze.

What was that...?

Mu Wanxuan had just struck an enemy from a distance, sent him flying with the simplest punch and palm strike, and radiated an aura so oppressive that it made Chi Wen tremble.

Can cultivators truly be this powerful? Why are they nothing like what I know? Our leader was supposed to be the strongest, wasn't he?

"How..." Chi Wen tried to speak, but a sudden burst of blood-colored light distracted her.

Mu Wanxuan's moves seemed almost surreal and too mystical, much like the videos of fake Tai Chi masters. In contrast, Wang Sheng's clashes with his opponent were far more intense.

The two moved at speeds impossible to perceive with the naked eye. The cold, domineering blood-colored flashes, the ethereal and transcendent sword intent, the unpredictable afterimages... their battle delivered a far greater visual impact.

The evil cultivator's eyes showed no panic; he didn't even glance at Mu Wanxuan once. Right now, having finally encountered a true swordsman, he was filled with nothing but excitement and absolute focus. Wang Sheng gave his blade techniques purpose, granted him a stage to fight at full strength, and opened the possibility to break through.

He had centered his entire being on his blood-red blade. His weapon had become his life, soul, and the embodiment of his belief.

How could one truly live without an obsession?

Wang Sheng was devoted to the Dao of the Sword, yet he knew that the sword was merely the path he had chosen in his cultivation—it was not everything to him.

The evil cultivator was different. He had entrusted everything he had to the blade in his hand.

Wang Sheng found it hard to take him down. The Seven-Star Sword Formation was profound, but his opponent's techniques were no less formidable. The continuous slashes of blade radiance, the chaotic flurry of blade phantasms—neither side could claim the upper hand.

All that was missing was a true divine weapon.

Mu Wanxuan glanced over with slight concern. Meanwhile, out of the corner of his eyes, Wang Sheng saw the short man already back on his feet and running toward the SUV, exploiting Mu Wanxuan's hesitation to deliver the final blow.

"Senior Sister, don't let him escape!" Wang Sheng sharply shouted.

Mu Wanxuan immediately turned her attention back to her opponent. Following her junior brother's instruction, she intercepted the short man once more.

However, the brief delay had already given him time to catch his breath.

She had always been too soft-hearted. Due to her hesitation, she failed to finish him off.

The short man reached into his jacket pocket for the Yin Water-Lightning Talismans that he had pre-prepared, channeled his true essence, and threw out several streaks of black light into the surroundings. The lights then transformed into black lightning bolts and shot elsewhere.

Mu Wanxuan's brow furrowed. The ten-plus bolts of black lightning weren't aimed at her—they were going for the shocked students!

Her instinct told her to prioritize protecting the innocent, not capturing the short man. She could never turn a blind eye to bystanders in danger.

She stomped hard on the ground, shattering the asphalt. She moved her hands in a circular motion, sending out waves of pure true essence.

Yin and yang, harmonize! Erase heaven and earth's distinction!

A Tai Chi diagram, a hundred meters in diameter, instantly took shape. With a sweep of her arms, it began to rotate gently like a massive millstone.

Her surging Yin-Yang qi instantly shattered the dozen black lightning bolts, the shockwave knocking the onlookers off their feet.

Meanwhile, the short man had already reached the SUV. However, before he could climb in, the Yin-Yang qi pushed him forward, slamming him onto the front seat. Blood spurted from his mouth once more.

His eyes blazed with fury. Gritting his teeth, he threw out another handful of Yin Water-Lightning Talismans, once again targeting the scattered bystanders.

Mu Wanxuan had no choice but to stop her pursuit and prioritize neutralizing the incoming threats.

In that brief opening, the man started the SUV's engine. With a sharp whir of its ignition, it sped straight toward Wang Sheng and his opponent!

Inside the car, the edge of the short man's mask had lifted slightly, revealing the wrinkled skin beneath. The wrinkles on his neck and the backs of his hands made it clear that he was already quite old.

The car barreled forward, intending to run both Wang Sheng and his partner down. Wang Sheng barely managed to dodge. The car hit his opponent instead, flinging him into the air.

The short man slammed on the gas pedal as he shouted, "Get in! If we don't leave now, we're dead!"

You think I'll let you escape?

Wang Sheng charged forward with his wooden sword, but twelve arcs of blood-colored blade radiance slashed toward him from the side, cutting off his path.

Though hit by the car, the evil cultivator recovered instantly. He leaped into the back seat at the last second. Had he failed to make it, the short man likely would have driven away without him.

The car sped toward the school gate. Mu Wanxuan's eyes flashed with regret as she thrust her palm at the vehicle twice.

With a loud crack, it lurched forward as its rear windshield shattered, but it was durable enough to push through the impact. Upon reaching the road, it accelerated further, forcing pedestrians to scramble out of the way.

Wang Sheng took a deep breath and shouted, "Don't let them escape! They're evil cultivators!"

Right after, gunshots echoed from the school gate. Still, the car didn't stop—it rammed through the closing gates and sped off into the streets.

Now, it was up to the Special Investigation Unit and the police to handle the chase. A high-speed pursuit through the city was certainly not within Mu Wanxuan and Wang Sheng's expertise.

Mu Wanxuan frowned in frustration. She tapped her forehead lightly before glancing apologetically at Wang Sheng.

If their master were here, he would surely scold her.

Nevertheless, Wang Sheng merely chuckled. He loosened his grip on his wooden sword, causing it to crumble into dust and scatter in the wind.

"Incredible." He gave his senior sister a thumbs-up.

Mu Wanxuan pursed her lips, then smiled softly.

Nearby, as if drained of all strength, Chi Wen collapsed onto the ground. She covered her face and sobbed.

The intense battle had brought her some realizations.

However, the real trouble was just beginning. The students who had been knocked down were now getting up one by one, all pulling out their phones and frantically recording the scene. Some had even smartly started live-streaming.

After all, this was a golden opportunity to go viral.