Supreme Uprising

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

No one present was able to describe what sort of sword-light it was. However, the expression of all the Sky Celestials changed dramatically.

They were unable to resist the sword-light. Almost all of them felt the same way⁠—they were just like ants in the face of this formidable sword-light.

Tiny, insignificant ants that could be eradicated by the sword at any time!

Everyone present had expected Ning Shenxiu's power to be overwhelming. However, it was far beyond anyone's expectations.

Lu Bingyue was hurt. She knew that the reason for this pain was because her cultivation base was not enough to withstand the might of that sword-light.

If Ning Shenxiu were to walk towards the Blue Dragon Marquis Palace and execute the same sword-light, then the Blue Dragon Marquis Palace would cease to exist in this world!

Lu Bingyue, who had initially been very confident about her cousin, suddenly felt worried. Her confidence also started to crumble along with the appearance of that sword-light.

Although her cousin wasn't weak, this sword was just too overwhelming.

All the Sky Sword Sect disciples almost felt their eyes pop out of their sockets. The majority of them didn't have cultivation bases comparable to Lu Bingyue's. However, they were able to see the sword-light clearly because they cultivated similar techniques.

Many of them already felt some self-satisfaction regarding their cultivation. However, they could be secretly ashamed in their hearts.

The gulf between them and Ning Shenxiu was just too great. If Ning Shenxiu's sword-light was likened to the sky and earth, they were just like the minuscule ants that lived between the two.

Within the great hall of the Tianyunshen Dynasty, a mirror suspended in mid-air shattered violently as razor-sharp sword intent rushed out of it and descended towards the Emperor, who was seated on the throne.

"Guards!"

Hundreds of elites came roaring in from every direction. However, even though they were fast, the sword-light was faster than them.

In an instant, the Emperor was about to be killed by that sword-light. The Emperor's eyes were filled with horror.

Bang! A shriek was heard from the palace as an old man who wore a high crown and had an illusory face appeared in the sky.

The might exuded from him was far stronger than the Emperor's. As he stood in the sky, he made the emperor feel like an insignificant being.

"Greetings, Patriarch!" The Emperor, who had been frightened to death, was obedient and respectful when he saw the old man.

"Why are you even watching the battle between two powerhouses when your cultivation base is so weak? If it weren't for my self-defense jade, you would have been dead by now!"

That voice seemed to be full of reprimand. However, even so, the Emperor still did not dare make a sound.

After all, he was far too inferior to the elder in front of him.

"Patriarch, I know I'm wrong. I just didn't know that Ning Shenxiu had become so strong," the Emperor said nervously. "Patriarch, do you think Ning Shenxiu will win?

The old man shot a glance at the Emperor and replied indifferently, "Is this even a question?"

When these five words were spoken, everyone present instantly calmed down. They knew that what the Patriarch said actually represented the outcome of the battle.

Without a doubt, Ning Shenxiu was going to win!

"I had originally thought that it would be difficult for Ning Shenxiu to cross this hurdle, as he was too arrogant. It seems like he has Luo Yuanchu to thank for that," the old man lamented with slight envy and bitterness.

He was obviously bitter because he hadn't achieved what Ning Shenxiu had accomplished.

As the Emperor trembled in fear, a man browsing through books seemed to sense something.

He looked up at the sky with a glum expression.

"Ning Shenxiu, is bitter cultivation much better than reading?" The guy sighed before returning to his books.

However, after browsing through them a few more times, a book ignited suddenly and was burned to a crisp in an instant.

The seemingly ordinary middle-aged man had a grave expression on his face as the flames from the burning books illuminated his features.

He waved his sleeves and a picture scroll appeared out of thin air. It was the image of the sword strike executed by Ning Shenxiu.

As he watched this dense sword intent, the scholar's expression changed. In the end, he had the same look of resignation as the old man who had appeared in front of the Emperor.

"I can't do it either!"

However, just as the scholar started feeling dejected, his eyes lit up slightly and he immediately shifted his attention onto Luo Yunyang.

Luo Yunyang's display had made him feel that this was inconceivable.

Luo Yunyang's figure looked puny under that crushing sword-light. However, when the sky and earth became discolored, the smile on his face remained as calm as ever.

Perhaps, most people would think that Luo Yunyang was petrified. However, only an existence like this scholar could understand what was going on with Luo Yunyang.

His self-confidence was tremendous. He had the sort of confidence of someone who had secured victory.

Sure enough, just before the sword-light reached the peak where Luo Yunyang stood, he moved. He raised his blade and swung it lightly.

The movement was very simple. So simple, actually, that it was unbelievable. Some people felt that it was child's play.

As the blade moved, the sky remained unchanged. There were no changes in the surroundings and not the slightest bit of response from the sky and earth.

It seemed as if an ordinary child had pulled a small prank.

However, when the blade moved, two drops of tears dripped down from the scholar's eyes. They were two drops of blood.

The scholar stood up suddenly as if he was possessed. His hands were waved while he exclaimed in fear, "Impossible! How is this possible?"

Following his words, the picture scroll that had originally been spread out in the sky before him turned into ashes along with the sword-light and Ning Shenxiu, who was portrayed on it.

A cold breeze blew by, as if everything had never existed before.

The scholar couldn't believe what had happened. However, his spiritual consciousness, which he had cultivated for years, confirmed that this was happening in the endless distance.

Just as the scholar had guessed, the scene was unfolding before the eyes of many people in the area where Luo Yunyang and Ning Shenxiu were battling.

There was not the slightest ripple of a sound. The sword-light that broke heaven and earth and the person who had used it were silent, as the two had disintegrated into nothingness.

Someone had seen Ning Shenxiu's final expression. It was a look of disbelief filled with utter admiration.

That was it! The white-haired, white-robed Ning Shenxiu was dead!

Everyone who had been watching the battle felt their jaws drop straight to the ground. They couldn't believe what they had seen.

However, the truth was right before their eyes. The insurmountable peak in front of their eyes was gone, and the elite who had wielded and combined 3,600 long swords was dead!

There no longer was a Ning Shenxiu in this world!

Suddenly, the whistling sound of a sword buzzed in the ears of the people watching the battle. The sharp sword of a Sky Sword Sect disciple watching the battle flew out of its sheath and began to tremble in the sky.

Everyone present felt a trace of sorrow as they saw the sword, as if they grieved for a fallen genius swordsman.

More and more long swords flew out of their sheaths and gathered in the sky as waves of sorrowful cries were heard.

The sorrowful cries made everyone very sad. They also made everyone feel a trace of pain in their hearts.

These sorrowful cries belonged to a sword!

Countless swords from the Great Desert to the mountains of the abyss were producing the same sorrowful cries.

Countless swords on the Sky Sword Mountain, the holy land revered by countless swordsmen, were weeping in sorrow too. However, amid these sorrowful cries, countless disciples of the Sky Sword Sect began to bow their heads.

Although they had not witnessed that earth-shaking battle and some of them had not even known that this battle had been taking place, they could tell what the result of the battle was based on the sorrowful wailing of the swords.

Ning Shenxiu had been defeated. He had ceased to exist in this world.

A divine sword that looked like a crystal shattered in the sky!

The sword shattered!

Sword after sword began to shatter in silence as countless disciples from the Sky Sword Sect and all the swordsmen in the entire Tianyunshen Dynasty immediately felt that a catastrophe was about to arrive.

As thousands of swords were grieving, a long sigh echoed across time and space and resonated between heaven and earth.

Along with this sigh, a sword-light began to rise from the Sky Sword Mountain. The sword-light had at first formed in only a small spot. However, in an instant, it had turned into a 1,000-mile rainbow that covered half the world.

At the moment, there was only a single sword in the endless sky!

"An impressive Sky Blade Phaseless Cleave! Great move! Ning Shenxiu probably wouldn't regret falling to this move."

"In three years, I'll wait for you on the Heavenly Venerate Podium!" A faint voice with an unquestionable incisiveness reverberated all around.

Then, the long swords that were about to break repaired themselves rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the long swords began to emit a wail again. It sounded happy, but it also felt like these long swords were eager to engage in battle.

The wailing of the swords echoed throughout the void as a boundless sword aura filled the Dynasty!

Luo Yunyang's eyes were also extremely bright. He felt a tremendous excitement stirring in his heart.

Excitement to go into battle.

"Great!" Luo Yunyang only said one word. However, that word froze the sword aura, causing all the long swords to fly rapidly back into their sheaths.

"I'm sure I heard right. The… The one who spoke was the Ancestral Master!" the disciples of Sky Sword Sect exclaimed elatedly.

Compared to Ning Shenxiu, Bai Jingtian was the true Sky Sword of their sect!

The person who had spoken had indeed been Bai Jingtian!