Volume 3 Chapter 47 - Cries of Grief (1/2)
Chapter 47: Cries of Grief
In the past, Emperor Yuanwu had cultivated the Phoenix Destroying Sword Manual.
The “phoenix” was a legendary auspicious beast of royalty. In the tales, it possessed almost undying vitality.
The words “phoenix destroying” in the Phoenix Destroying Sword Manual meant that even the “phoenix” could be killed with a blow. It was possible to imagine the terrifying power and killing intent from a sword manual like this.
This sword manual’s moves were exceptionally straightforward. A large reason why many swordsmen of the Qin were honest and straightforward were due to their reverence for the strongest Qin emperor in history.
However, Emperor Yuanwu had gone into seclusion not long after he had ascended the throne. In the last decade or so, no one had seen him truly fight. So no one knew if he still primarily cultivated the Phoenix Destroying Sword Manual having reached realm eight.
A bright yellow longsword that appeared to be made out of jade appeared in Emperor Yuanwu’s hand.
He then swung the sword in an unusually direct manner towards the black pot covering Yan Ying.
This blow appeared simple, and most of the cultivators on the peak of Deer Mountain did not sense any strong movements of the primal energies of the universe. However, the few that were the strongest, shuddered in unison and were astounded within.Emperor Chen of Han knew that Yan Ying was at his most dangerous moment. With a soft cough, his feet left the ground as he flew with the pill fire sword to stab towards Emperor Yuanwu.
A burst of inexplicable sound came from in front of him.
It sounded like the pebble someone had thrown from high up a set of stairs that was ceaselessly rolling downwards.
Barely inches before him, his pill fire sword, containing a hard to imagine power, silently came to an abrupt halt.
A bright barrier appeared in front of him and stopped his advance.
A bolt of pill fire appeared in front of him.
Then a second one, a third … numerous streaks of pillfire appeared in the air in front of him like red flowers blooming on a wall.
Many atop Deer Mountain sensed the changes in the air. They knew that at this moment, invisible to the naked eye, Emperor Chen of Han had not just struck one blow, but multiple. His meridians could only withstand such an explosion due to the Heaven Stealing Pill.
Yet, Emperor Chen of Han was still unable to thwart Emperor Yuanwu’s blow.
The barrier that had appeared in front of him was the sword light from Emperor Yuanwu’s blow.
“What kind of sword is this?”
Gasps sounded in waves.
People finally managed to see that diverse energies were coursing within Emperor Yuanwu’s yellow sword.
The barrier of light made from his sword light also had many lights of different intensities flashing within. These energies of varied strengths and lights felt like they came from many different cultivators, and even non-cultivators. However, these energies and lights were blended together to become this final sword move.
The yellow sword in Emperor Yuanwu’s hand did not slow at all as the tip stabbed into the black pot covering Yuanwu.
“The pill fire sword is not a true sword.”
As he stabbed the black pot, Emperor Yuanwu looked with some sympathy at Emperor Chen of Han. “The sword is a sharp item. Other items are powerful, but do not have the piercing power of a sword. The sword, even in ancient times, was the king of all weapons. Could anything rival it?” As he spoke, the black pot gave a cracking sound.
The yellow sword in his hand had pierced the black pot.
The black pot cracked, and revealed Yan Ying’s figure.
The sword continued to advance, and stabbed into Yan Ying’s body.
Other than the emperor of Qi, this was the first time most Qi cultivators were seeing Yan Ying. However, everyone knew what Yan Ying meant to the Qi Dynasty.
The moment the sword stabbed into Yan Ying’s body, a grieving wail erupted within the people of Qi.
There could not be a second Heaven Stealing Pill in the world. So, there could not be a second person in the world that could endure Emperor Yuanwu’s blow.
Even more so, Emperor Yuanwu’s strike was much stronger than Emperor Chen of Han’s previous blow.
Yan Ying’s body flew backwards. The yellow sword left his body and emitting a series of dissonant sounds.
No one knew if these sounds came from the energies within the sword, or were a result of the friction between the blade and Yan Ying’s body.
This sword had pierced through Yan Ying’s heart meridian and left behind a hole the size of a bowl. No one could survive such an injury.
The sorrow of the Qi people deepened.
Yan Ying’s expression remained calm. He had yet to die.