Supreme Emperor of Swords

Right at this moment, Ding Hao slowly pressed down. An invisible force gently brought everyone back to the ground. He shook his head slightly and said, “Don’t worry, I alone am more than enough to deal with these good-for-nothings!”

Before he had finished speaking.

“How arrogant!” a sword practitioner roared and made a move.

Ding Hao moved gently like a catkin in the wind and casually pointed with one finger.

“Whoosh!”

Sword Intent was cast.

The sword practitioner held the sword with both hands. Great force burst out of his body, forming a round shield of sword Qi in front of him.

“Bang!”

The Sword Intent struck the shield; it paused for a second, then ran through it.

The sword practitioner was stunned for a moment. He then looked down and saw a golden flickering flame jumping out from his chest like a naughty little elf.

He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Instead, he spewed a burning flame.

In an instant, flames burst out from his face, and then out of his body. The fire burned his clothes. Even the magic weapon, the long sword in his hand, was melted and fell to the ground.

Just in a split second, the sword practitioner who had reached the Primary nine-apertured Martial King realm turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared from the world.

“Flame Sword Intent?” The old man shouted incredulously, “You have mastered two kinds of Sword Intent? “How is this possible?”

Ding Hao laughed loudly. He moved in the air like an exiled immortal and pointed twice in succession.

“Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!”

The Sword Intent flashed as fast as lightning.

In a split of a second, the Sword Intent filled the void.

More sword practitioners were injured. Ice grew out in some of their bodies. They fell to the ground shrieking and breaking into pieces, while others burst into flames and disappeared as clouds of smoke. Some died of surging vitality: their hair and beards grew crazily until all their vitality was consumed, and decayed in an instant, while others aged beyond recognition and died of exhaustion…

The sword practitioners panicked at these terrifying ways of dying.

“Ah, Devil. What a devil…!” One of the sword practitioners was so frightened that he almost lost his mind. Being completely discouraged, he turned around to flee, but his body had been pierced by a wisp of Sword Intent. The next moment, he was engulfed in flames and disappeared into a fireball.

This was a brutal massacre.

The condescending sword practitioners of the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect, who had gone to Snow Province as if they were emperors visiting beggars, became powerless as poor lambs. They couldn’t even approach within ten meters of Ding Hao, while he killed them one by one in the blink of an eye as if crushing ants.

It all happened too fast.

By the time the old man made a move to rescue them, only he and Han Yangjian remained in the sky.

There was a terrifying silence between heaven and earth.

Down below.

Even Wang Juefeng rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Was Ding Hao really the young man in the sky who so easily killed the sword practitioners at the peak of the Martial King realm?

Could it be a trick played by a peerless expert pretending to be him?

Those who were killed like livestock were true masters at the peak level of the Martial King realm. Any of them could make a name in Snow Province and definitely enter the top five of the experts list. But in front of Ding Hao, they were easily crushed like insects.

What kind of opportunity had he stumbled upon in the Sage Battlefield?

How did he become so powerful?

Although he had comprehended the Sword Intents before, he had not yet reached such a formidable level.

Other people reacted almost the same as Wang Juefeng, all looking stunned. Some of them went blank and had yet to even figure out what had happened. Was it true? Had those nearly invincible sword practitioners been defeated one by one?

The next moment.

Someone took the lead and shouted; the whole landfill area then burst into a thunder-like cheer.

The Swordsmanship-seeking Sect’s disciples laughed in tears. They jumped wildly and hugged each other.

“Swordsmanship-seeking! Swordsmanship-seeking! Swordsmanship-seeking! Swordsmanship-seeking! Swordsmanship-seeking!”

The crowd shouted this name as if it had a magical power that allowed them to vent their emotions to their heart’s content.

At that moment, everyone was full of tears. “All our brothers and sisters who sacrificed their lives to protect the sect, who now rest in peace under the starry sky, did they see this?” The Swordsmanship-seeking Sect had not fallen. It still existed in this world.

“Ding Hao! Ding Hao! Ding Hao! Ding Hao! Ding Hao…”

More people shouted this name.

From this day forth, this person in the sky would be the god of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, the supreme existence in their hearts. This elegant and gentle young man who had turned the tide, who had created countless miracles, would be engraved in the lives and souls of all the people present because of this moment.

In such a frenzy of excitement, the two old men could not help but turn pale.

In the face of this downfall, those two from the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect felt a chill in their hearts.

“How many kinds of sword intent have you… mastered?” The old man’s eyes were full of shock.

Ding Hao sneered and completely ignored the noble elder of the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect.

He fixed his sharp eyes on Han Yangjian, who was on the side, and asked word for word, “Was it you who defeated Head Li Jianyi with one sword strike that day to show off your Qi cultivation?”

Although Han Yangjian was frightened in his heart, he did not give in. Gritting his teeth and sneering, he said, “Yes, it was I who smashed all his internal organs with one sword strike. This reckless head of your unknown sect dared to fight against our Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect. Even if he had been cut into pieces, it would have served him right.”

This immediately stirred up anger. The disciples of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect on the ground started cursing.

“Do you know why I didn’t kill you just now?” Ding Hao’s eyes flashed with piercing cold light. “Because I think it will be more suitable for another person to take your life.”

“Hum, that’s ridiculous.” Han Yangjian sneered and said, “Kid, don’t be conceited. You just happened to comprehend Sword Intent by luck. Otherwise, you would have been killed by me thousands of times over with your real combat power. Remember, sometimes Sword Intent is not all-powerful.”

“Oh, are you trying to provoke me?” Ding Hao scornfully said, “Do you think I’m arrogant because of what I have achieved at such a young age? Do you want me to fight you without using Sword Intent? “If that’s your aim, then I can only say that you are too naive!”

Han Yangjian sneered and said, “So you are also afraid of death. You don’t believe that it’s possible to defeat me with the fighting skills of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.”

The old man stood by the side and did not interrupt.

In the depths of his narrowed eyes, there was a trace of fleeting cold light. No one knew what he was thinking about.

Ding Hao stretched out his hand and picked up an ordinary steel long sword from the ground below. He gently blew off the bloodstains and dust on the sword, and said quietly, “Although I know you are just provoking me, I have decided to give you a chance to show you the real swordsmanship of our Sect. This time, I won’t use Sword Intent. As long as you can withstand three of my moves, I will keep you alive today.”

Han Yangjian’s face suddenly lit up. “Kid, would you really dare to do this?”

“It’s just three moves. This boy seems to have only reached the Great Grandmaster Realm. Taking Sword Intent out of the picture, I would have no problem taking three moves, and I could even kill him in return.

“You are courting death.”

Han Yangjian sneered in his heart. “Let me send you on your way to see your poor sect head.”

With a shake of his wrist, Ding Hao held the long sword in front of his chest. The body of the sword was soaring like a stick of incense. He fixed his eyes on his nose, and nose on his heart. The long sword was close to the face right in the middle. His feet were slightly parted. The gentle breeze blew his robe as he stood in the air. There was no joy nor sorrow on his face.

An air of quaintness and antiquity emanated from Ding Hao’s body and the ordinary long sword.

The eyes of the crowd on the ground all lit up.

They couldn’t be more familiar with this move.

It was the fighting stance of the thirteen basic moves of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, Skyward Incense, which was driven by the Qi cultivation method from the Taixuan Sword-seeking Scripture. The first thing for all disciples to enter the sect was to learn these moves. Even many of the poor people in the landfill area were familiar with them.

This was the most basic of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect’s sword techniques.

However, it carried a kind of majestic dignity when performed by Ding Hao, which made it even more magical. His move was so natural and flawless, even though it was simply a fighting stance.

“Haha, boy, you’re courting death. Watch my sword!”

Han Yangjian laughed and thrust with his sword.

This was one of the ultimate killing moves of the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect, one of his proudest sword techniques.

Since the arrogant young man had decided not to use Sword Intent, it was a good time to beat him with one sword strike. Therefore, he decided to kill him at the beginning, just as he defeated Li Jianyi with one move to establish his prestige back then.

Han Yangjian turned into a flowing light and arrived in an instant.

The sword radiance separated the airflow and transformed into a rain of swords halfway through. It was impossible to distinguish the real sword from its phantoms. The streaks of Heaven-splitting sword Qi sharply tore through the void with a power strong enough to blot out the sky and sweep through heaven and earth.

On the opposite side.

Ding Hao didn’t move at all, as if he hadn’t noticed it.

When the sword rain was about to pierce into his body, he suddenly swung the long sword in his hand and made a backhand slash.

This extremely simple move was Moon Chasing, one of the thirteen basic moves.

It was extremely common and simple but Ding Hao seemed to instill great vitality to it.

When the sword was drawn, it carried an almighty power that seemed able to defeat everyone.

Han Yangjian was shocked.

For a moment, he felt that everything in his sight had disappeared. Only the shining blade of the sword was moving toward his face. Wherever he moved, he couldn’t dodge it. He had attempted to attack, but it seemed as if he were rushing towards the oncoming tip of the sword.