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"A senior at the Transcendence Stage Great Perfection, not preparing to Transcend Tribulation or Ascend, yet here you are bullying a junior. Do you even know what shame is?" The Sword Saint was furious as he pointed at Zhao Tianlang.
"I'm only in my forties, who are you calling a senior?!" Zhao Tianlang retaliated with another slap, causing the Sword Saint's cheek to swell up significantly, leaving him stunned with disheveled hair.
"That felt great," Zhao Tianlang thought to himself. This was one of the few fights he had engaged in; previously, he had directly challenged the Central Sovereign and the Old God General but was unable to defeat them. Thus, he resorted to killing a few members of the royal family to vent his frustrations. This time, he felt quite pleased to show off in front of his son. After all, he had directly inherited the immortal body from his past life and did not cultivate step by step, so there were many Cultivation Methods he was unfamiliar with. "Will this affect my image in my son's eyes? No, I need to appear like a master."
Zhao Tianlang pondered this in his heart.
Zhao Yang's eyebrows twitched wildly because he clearly heard what Zhao Tianlang was thinking. With Zhao Tianlang's Divine Sense strength, it was impossible for him to have such high cultivation; clearly, someone was watching over his father!
At that moment, Zhao Yang's state was peculiar as golden light began to gradually emanate from his body.
No one knew what had just happened, but Zhao Yang understood perfectly well. Inside his Foundation Cauldron, a long-preserved elixir had cracked open—it was the Supreme Great Rejuvenation Pill!
The Supreme Great Rejuvenation Pill was said to enhance one's cultivation by fifty years. Originally intended as a gift from the Zhongzhou Dynasty to the Heavenly Dao after the Heavenly Mechanism Mountain Battle, it had unexpectedly been seized by him. After being struck down by the Central Sovereign and left in a state of soul separation, the Supreme Great Rejuvenation Pill had been stored in the Perfect Foundation Cauldron. Following relentless pursuit from the Sword Saint and exhausting his True Qi, Zhao Yang activated the immense potential within his cells and opened the Perfect Foundation Cauldron, releasing endless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to nourish his physical body.
At this moment, the medicinal power of the Supreme Great Rejuvenation Pill erupted, elevating Zhao Yang's cultivation to its peak. Even bottlenecks could no longer hinder his progress. The powerful medicinal energy surged through his meridians, activating hidden acupoints and connecting them. The runes on the surface of the Foundation Cauldron trembled with a roar reminiscent of ancient beasts; time and space twisted as the Haotian Pill slowly rotated, its blue light both enchanting and profound, illuminating Zhao Yang's divine embryo. Suddenly, a sound resembling an awakening infant echoed from within his Qi Sea.
As the sound of an awakening infant resonated through the air, everything fell silent—like tender leaves quietly unfurling in early spring or peach blossoms opening under the morning sun; like carp leaping out of thawed waters.
The infant suddenly opened its eyes and gazed through Zhao Yang's body, seeing through time and space—up to the heavens and down to the nine underworlds. In an instant, all ancient beings that had been dormant awakened.
The infant yawned and surveyed heaven and earth—the sun and moon, mountains and rivers—then glanced at Zhao Yang before closing its eyes again. It sat upright within Zhao Yang's Qi Sea, exuding an aura of solemnity and dignity that was entirely uncharacteristic of an infant; yet its features were identical to those of Zhao Yang!
The golden light radiating from Zhao Yang transformed him into a sun that illuminated everything around him with a golden glow. Zhao Yang opened his eyes calmly and said to the Sword Saint, "Thanks to you, I've just stepped into the Nascent Soul Stage and suppressed your cultivation to Nascent Soul Stage Great Perfection. If you lose, you die; if I lose, I perish."
"How can I be sure that this person beside you won't intervene?" The Sword Saint felt confident but doubted that Zhao Yang's father would stand by while his son faced death without helping.
Zhao Tianlang's face revealed a look of disdain as he raised his hand, suppressing the Sword Saint's cultivation to the Nascent Soul Stage, Great Perfection, just a hair's breadth away from the Dao Fruit Stage. After doing this, Zhao Tianlang threw the Peerless Killing Sword to the ground and turned to leave.
"After you kill him, return to the clan first," Zhao Tianlang conveyed a message into Zhao Yang's mind.
"If I can't even trust my own son, what kind of father would I be? Killing you is like slaughtering a dog," Zhao Tianlang's voice echoed in the distance, resonating in the sky. His trust in Zhao Yang surpassed even his own confidence. From the moment Zhao Yang left home, he had boldly exterminated the Rice Shop Owner and related individuals in Zhao County, daring to break the necks of two robbers with his bare hands in front of everyone, and bravely stood against the ruthless Zhao Family that had forsaken their kin. At that time, Zhao Tianlang never doubted Zhao Yang's words.
Zhao Yang claimed he was invincible at the Nascent Soul Stage; as a father, Zhao Tianlang believed him wholeheartedly. He had witnessed his son's terrifying presence when he stepped into the Nascent Soul Stage, like a deity awakening.
At this moment, the Sword Saint, whose cultivation was suppressed to Nascent Soul Stage, indeed felt Zhao Tianlang leaving!
The Sword Saint laughed brightly, unabashedly.
"Though I don't know where your confidence comes from, I must admit I'm starting to admire you. To think you'd want to fight me right after entering the Nascent Soul Stage is simply laughable. You will pay for your arrogance with your life. Within a year, I will reach the Tribulation Period and then I will kill your father, so you can accompany each other on the road to the underworld."
"You can pick up your Peerless Killing Sword now," came Zhao Yang's calm voice as he closed his eyes, his demeanor serene.
"You are not worthy to fight me at my level! When I was at the Nascent Soul Stage, I hunted down Dao Fruit Stage experts and killed them like chopping vegetables. Someone like you... pfft!" The Sword Saint's words were cut short as he was sent flying dozens of yards away by a single punch, his chest caved in and blood trickling from his mouth.
"You talk too much." Zhao Yang opened his eyes; in his hand was a gleaming flying knife spinning rapidly, radiating an icy fire glow.
Whoosh—
The Sword Saint widened his eyes. Having achieved sword mastery at the Nascent Soul Stage, he could certainly see the trajectory of the flying knife. Amidst swirling sword energy, countless Flying Swords surged forth, all materialized. The sound of clashing blades echoed as they shattered but failed to stop the Flying Knife's Glimmer for even a moment!
The Sword Saint's chest was pierced directly by the Flying Knife's Glimmer!
"No way!" the Sword Saint roared, unable to believe that anyone could suppress him at the same level. At that moment, he found it impossible to break through to the Dao Fruit Stage, as someone at the Transcendence Stage Great Perfection had placed a restriction on him. There was no way to lift the restriction within three hours.
With a thought, the Peerless Killing Sword that was positioned behind Zhao Yang suddenly surged forward. However, Zhao Yang remained motionless, allowing the Peerless Killing Sword to fly toward him. Just five inches away from his back, the sword abruptly stopped. At that moment, the Sword Saint felt as if everything had come to a standstill; he experienced a wondrous sensation of knowing everything around him, including the flow of air, his own breathing and heartbeat, the growth of all things, and the sudden halt of the Peerless Killing Sword.
He stared in terror at Zhao Yang, who was slowly opening his eyes. Yes, he could feel all this because the young man before him was sharing his consciousness with him. He could even see what this youth was thinking and sensed his fearlessness. Likewise, he saw his own fate.
From the very beginning, this young man was destined not to die, while the Sword Saint's demise was entirely self-inflicted.
No matter how many swords he unleashed or how he wielded them as if they were extensions of himself—whether he had a sword in mind or none at all—he was fated to lose against this young man.
This feeling could not simply be described by superior cultivation; it was as if he were a solitary traveler in the river of time. He didn't even fear that his secrets would be exposed; perhaps that was why he shared his Divine Sense with Zhao Yang?
Zhao Yang looked up at the Sword Saint and asked, "Do you know why you lost?"
The Sword Saint had always been proud and arrogant throughout his life, but at this moment, he felt utterly disheartened. He replied, "What is there to say about the victors and the vanquished? I just want to know how you achieved this."
"You will never achieve it in your lifetime because in my heart, you will always be nothing but an arrogant fool," Zhao Yang said as he covered the Sword Saint with Chaos and suddenly crushed him.
The Sword Saint's Primordial Spirit screamed as it fled, but after only a few yards, it was cut in half with a soft thud. Countless sword energies scattered in all directions, sweeping across the land and heralding a celestial phenomenon that signified the fall of an era's strongest warrior.
A legendary Sword Saint, a myth spanning generations, ultimately fell at Zhao Yang's hands during their confrontation at equal levels. In his final moments, he regretted targeting this young man named Zhao Yang.
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