Chapter 324: Chapter 221: Listening to the Story, Just Like I Told Sister. _2
Is there such a thing as an invincible man under the heavens? And is there an endless supply of Spiritual Energy!?
However, the smile that had yet to fully form on Shentu He’s lips froze as his eyes widened in shock at the scene before him.
Even though blood continued to spill uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth, the Spiritual Energy around him showed not the slightest sign of dispersing. In fact, his strike was no less powerful than when he had fought Lin Duo.
All the cultivators watched intently. They did not witness the gruesome scene they had anticipated, nor did they see a bright sword blade stained crimson with blood.
The elder from Wuhua Palace stood with both hands tightly gripping his horsetail whisk, his upper body leaning slightly forward, still maintaining the posture of the strike he had just executed.
His entire being exuded an unstoppable, heroic momentum, while the rolling sandstorm behind him still roared fiercely.
In contrast stood the man in white, embroidered with begonias, who, unbeknownst to all, had silently taken a step forward.
However, his figure had already appeared behind Shentu He. The Qingping Sword gleamed in his hand, and then a single drop of blood dripped from its edge.
Just one drop.
The strike itself was so unremarkable that it left only a faint purplish trace on the dueling platform.
But—
Shentu He’s seemingly devastating blow appeared not to have injured the man before him in the slightest.
Or, to put it another way, the man hadn’t even bothered to block. He was utterly confident in his single sword strike, convinced it would pierce through.
A sudden gust of wind swept across the land, kicking up billowing dust. Then, in the next moment!
Shentu He’s salt-and-pepper hair, pinned by the Azure Crown, suddenly billowed wildly, erratic and defiant.
He stared in disbelief at his own abdomen as the dark hue of his Daoist Robe slowly became drenched with blood.
Shentu He’s face turned deathly pale, devoid of all color. His body was wracked with a pain as if his tendons had been pulled and bones scraped. After his fruitless strike, his expression turned to one of utter despair.
CLANG—
It wasn’t Su Bei drawing his sword again.
The cultivators simply stared as Su Bei sheathed the Qingping Sword back into its Sword Box with a definitive click.
He stood with his hands clasped behind him, his deep-set eyes contemplative, betraying no hint of his thoughts.
He didn’t even turn his head.
After all, what they didn’t know was that in Su Bei’s world, there was a saying: "A real man never looks back!"
Then, as if in sync with Su Bei’s actions, Shentu He’s body collapsed to the ground with a THUD.
The howling sandstorm, now without the guidance of Spiritual Energy, seemed somewhat lost. It whirled around Su Bei, gently blowing at the blood on the corner of his mouth.
Su Bei murmured as if to himself, his voice tinged with a profound depth, "Compared to Lin Duo, you’re pathetically weak."
I didn’t even want to swing my sword a second time.
Lying on the ground, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, Shentu He completely lost consciousness.
But in his mind, one thought persisted: Ling Ran misled me!
Everyone was stunned.
When Su Bei faced Lin Duo, one could argue it was the overwhelming power of his Supreme Yang Body. But against Shentu He... an instant kill?!
Could it be that Su Bei’s strength had already reached the level of Half-Step into Dao Integration, capable of transcending the Heavenly Tribulation?
We knew Su Bei might win, but could it have been *this* easy?
Compared to Tong Xiu, was the only difference that Su Bei couldn’t harness the power of heaven and earth?
Su Bei’s gaze swept towards Wuhua Palace, landing on Ling Ran, whose face was dark. A meaningful, chilling arc touched Su Bei’s lips, his eyes cold.
Then, he reached out a finger to gently wipe the trace of blood from the corner of his mouth and began to walk down from the platform.
The elder from the Sacred Land took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart, and announced loudly, "Sword Sect, Su Bei wins!!"
"The Sects advancing this round are: Sword Sect, Dao Sect, and Buddha Gate!!"
The results were announced, yet many still couldn’t believe what they had witnessed that day.
That man who had suddenly appeared, sword in hand, had single-handedly propelled the Sword Sect into the top three in the world!
Looking at that figure in white, who seemed utterly indifferent to it all—as calm as a light breeze and drifting cloud—Su Bei took Dan Wulan from Wenren Pingxin’s hands.
Gazing at her face, at her closed eyes, he gently lifted a lock of her dark hair and said softly, "Wulan, your Senior Brother is taking you home."
「In the spectator stands」
A cultivator, seeing the result, fell silent for a moment before starting to take off his clothes.
The cultivator beside him asked with a puzzled look, "Brother Dianbei, what are you doing taking off your clothes!?"
That cultivator looked at him with a bitter expression and said quietly, "Lost my shorts."
"I’m cleaned out. I’ll have to start over."
「All over the Twenty-One Provinces」
Discussions could be heard on streets and in alleys everywhere.
They were all about the shocking emergence of the Sword Sect and Su Bei, this dark horse.
And for countless people, this day became their darkest, many losing their entire fortunes.
How should one describe it?
Perhaps it was like Stick Country defeating Germany 2-0 in 2018.
「Sword Sect.」
On the Sky Mirror, countless Sword Sect Disciples watched the scene in disbelief, unable to process it for a long while.
It wasn’t until Su Bei’s figure had completely disappeared that cheers erupted, echoing across the entire square.
Could the Sword Sect really be ranked alongside the Dao Sect and Buddha Gate?
「On the Cliff of Reflection」
Jun Wuxie, a glass of wine in one hand and his feet kicked up, looked at Luo Ritian, who was locked inside, and smirked, "So this is the Wuhua Palace you said would beat Su Bei to a pulp?"
"Tell you what, looks like you’ll be staying in there for the rest of your life."
"Your Sect doesn’t want you anymore. How about you just grow roots in there..."
Luo Ritian stared at the scene before him, his eyes wide with disbelief. His face was deathly pale as he sat on the ground, utterly bewildered, all his previous arrogance gone.