I Have Countless Legendary Swords!

Chapter 340 - Chapter 340 – Deep and Unfathomable Sword Emperor

Chapter 340 - Chapter 340 – Deep and Unfathomable Sword Emperor


Fu Hao quickly darted through the cave tunnel with all of his strength, wishing that he could grow a pair of wings.

The terror that Liu Wuji brought him was simply too great.

It had been a long time since he had felt terror like that. He had not felt such terror even when Yang Di had wanted to kill him.

Soon, he reached the surface and rushed inland.

Only by leaving this place of ice and snow would he feel safe.


Just as he shot out with all of his power, his abdomen was suddenly hit by a terrifying blow, and he immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.

After being forcefully blasted back while quickly moving, his body nearly exploded.

His body rolled along the snowy ground like a ball, not slowing down at all. He crashed through snowy mountains one after another, and flew dozens of kilometers before stopping.

He continuously coughed up blood out of his mouth, and he gritted his teeth and looked up, seeing two figures floating above his head and looking down at him.

One of them was the Ancient Diablo; his eyes were empty and his neck was broken. His gaze was looking behind him, and his corpse looked horrific.

The other person had strips of cloth hanging off him and had withered skin. He was as thin as a match, and his head was hanging downwards. He had white hair that looked like dried grass, and his face looked like a skeleton. Green light danced in his eyes, looking like a wild beast in the dark night.

Liu Wuji!

He breathed ragged and stared at Fu Hao fixedly.

Seeing this, Fu Hao was so scared that his body shook, and his voice trembled as he said, “What do you want…”

Liu Wuji replied raspily, “I need essence qi…”

Hearing this, Fu Hao hurriedly got up and shouted, “I can help you capture people and provide you with an endless supply…”


Liu Wuji struck out with his left hand, slapping Fu Hao’s head and causing it to turn 180 degrees, before opening his mouth to absorb Fu Hao’s essence qi.

Within the ruined valley, hundreds of cultivators were kneeling on the ground as they trembled. The vast majority of them had injuries on their bodies, and they looked ahead of them in fear.

Zhou Xuanji stood in front of Duan Yougu with the Dog Culling Sword resting against his neck.

Both of Duan Yougu’s arms had been cut off, and he was covered with blood, looking incredibly wretched.

“What kind of sword technique is this…” Duan Yougu asked as he gnashed his teeth. He was a mighty Third Tribulation Scattered Immortal, and yet he had not been able to retaliate in front of Zhou Xuanji.

The power of Sword Soul was incredibly terrifying, and just thinking about it caused him to tremble.

Zhou Xuanji smirked and asked, “Do you know what the sword in my hand is called?”

After learning the Sword Soul and breaking through to Great Tribulation Scattered Immortal, his battle power had exponentially increased.

This Third Tribulation Scattered Immortal seemed incredibly weak in front of him.

It seemed that he had underestimated his own power.

“If you dare to kill me, when the various sea regions invade the Northern Wilderness, my Revered Teacher will definitely not spare you. He will draw out your bones and take your soul, and make you live a life worse than death!” Duan Yougu threatened Zhou Xuanji as he glared at him. This fellow was quite unyielding and did not beg for mercy.

Zhou Xuanji condescendingly laughed as he said, “This is the Dog Culling Sword.”

Hearing this, Duan Yougu’s eyes widened, and he was so angry that his soul almost exploded.

Just as he was about to curse at Zhou Xuanji, he was beheaded by Zhou Xuanji in one slash.

Following this, the Tianxia Map absorbed his soul.

For cultivators of this level, even after dying it would not be so easy for their souls to enter reincarnation, and perhaps they would revive. Zhou Xuanji decided to keep this soul as he might have a use for it in the future.

What was worth mentioning was that despite absorbing all of Duan Yougu’s spirit energy, his cultivation did not advance by much.

After reaching the Great Tribulation Scattered Immortal stage, the amount of spirit energy that he required to break through reached a terrifying amount, and just thinking about it made his head ache.

Xitan Chanshi stood behind Zhou Xuanji, unable to come back to his senses.

Duan Yougu, who had seemed so powerful and invincible to him, had been defeated so quickly…

He finally understood why Zhou Xuanji had been able to defeat the Sword Saint.

He had not even unleashed the Emperor’s Way Thousand Hand Sword Buddha, which had become famous across the world, before Duan Yougu had been defeated.

Xitan Changshi gave a bitter laugh and thought inwardly, ‘Your Majesty, just what kind of monster did you give birth to… don’t tell me he’s the reincarnation of some powerful god from the Upper Realm?’

Zhou Xuanji looked over and asked, “What should we do with all of these people?”

While he had been fighting Duan Yougu, he had noticed that a Taoist in blue clothes had slipped away.

That person was also a Great Tribulation Scattered Immortal, and if he wanted to give chase, it would already be too late.

He was not worried about that person notifying and informing others—this was already a World Epoch, and he was not afraid of having more enemies.

The more enemies he had and the stronger they were, the more they could help him increase his cultivation.

“Lock them up for now and interrogate them. According to Duan Yougu, the sea regions will invade the Northern Wilderness sooner or later; we need to make preparations as soon as possible,” Xitan Changshi said, and Zhou Xuanji nodded in agreement.

He turned and cast the Sealing Dream Sword Formation, sealing the spirit energy of the hundreds of cultivators.

Once the sword formation appeared, the earth shook and the mountains trembled, and seeing the sword formation, Xitan Changshi could not help but marvel in awe.

The second in the world was truly as powerful as a god.

No, he might already have the strength to be first in the world.

Sun Hill.

Yang Di was sitting by the side of a lake as he cultivated. Violet qi flowed from the east, wrapping around his body.

He suddenly frowned and shot to his feet.

He looked towards the north side, and a look of fury appeared in his eyes.

“You actually died…” Yang Di muttered, his fists within his sleeves clenched.

Even though Fu Hao harbored ulterior motives, he had never truly wanted to kill Fu Hao.

The two of them had relied on each other, and it could even be said that he had been raised by Fu Hao. As long as Fu Hao did not have any intentions to harm him, he would not kill him.

He had never thought that Fu Hao would die in the north.

Could it be that there were others also investigating Liu Wuji’s cave?

He sank into his thoughts; it was possible that there were powerful restrictive barriers in Liu Wuji’s cave, and Fu Hao had been careless and lost his life there.

Yang Di started to wonder if he should head to the north side.

Right now, he was focused on matters for the Great Fate Empire, and if he left, it would waste a lot of time.

At that moment, a man in black suddenly appeared behind him and half-knelt.

“Great Emperor, this subordinate has discovered the den of a True Dragon race member. Should we move out?” The man in black asked as he cupped his fists, a look of excitement in his eyes.

Capturing a True Dragon.

Establishing a Great Fate Empire required a Divine Beast to guard the Fate.

Yang Di had set his sights on the most powerful of the Divine Beasts, the True Dragon.

The True Dragon race had not appeared in the Northern Wilderness for tens of thousands of years, and many people thought that the True Dragon Race had already gone extinct.

“Lead the way,” Yang Di said. It seemed that Fu Hao’s revenge would have to wait.

One month later, after Zhou Xuanji returned to Skyfall, just as he landed, Daoya Old Man rushed up.

“Things are bad, the Ancient Diablo and Fu Hao have died; that evil demon has revived!” Daoya Old Man said worriedly. He could still divine the life or death of those two people.

Zhou Xuanji raised his eyebrows and said, “That quickly?”

He had thought that it would happen in a few years or even a few decades or centuries.

“The establishment of the sect might be affected. Should we…” Daoya Old Man started to ask. Hearing this, Zhou Xuanji immediately refused.

Since he had already decided on this, and the whole world knew about it, if he delayed it, Emperor Sword Court’s reputation would take a big blow from the very start.

Seeing the worry on Daoya Old Man’s face, Zhou Xuanji reassured him, saying, “Skyfall is quite far away from the north side. Even if something bad happens, it will happen to the Eight Sanctums first. What is there to worry about?”

There was no enmity between him and that unrivaled evil demon; why should he act so fearful of it?