First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 1107 - Blind and Arrogant?

The Heaven’s Demise World-Refining Formation combined the power of an entire group of Emperors, and they even went so far as to burn the spirit vein of Martial Heaven Peak. How terrifyingly powerful was it?

When a formation of this scale broke beneath Su Yi’s sword, its collapse released an unimaginable wave of destructive power.

The entire stretch of heaven and earth seemed to collapse. Miserable shrieks rang out on all sides.

The seventy-two Profound Illumination Emperors were like grass caught in a wildfire. Their bodies and soul origins were instantly reduced to ash.

Of the twenty-four Profound Serenity Emperors, ten or so failed to escape in time. The wave of destruction swept over them, and although they struggled, they couldn’t escape either. They too died on the spot!

This was a vision of carnage and upheaval straight out of purgatory, yet it unfolded here in the human realm.

Even lofty, supreme Emperors seemed pathetically weak.

The distant onlookers were shaken and visibly astonished.

Earlier, when Su Yi was trapped within the formation, the vast majority of the onlookers couldn’t see the situation inside clearly.

It was only now that they realized that even if Pi Mo’s unparalleled killing formation was far stronger, it was ultimately no match for the Swordmaster of Abstruse Force. His domineering power burst it open!

And it was easy to imagine how astonished they were when they watched Emperors fall like grass.

A formation is, ultimately, just a technique. No matter how strong it is, all someone like Old Monster Su has to do is find a weakness, no matter how small. Then, he can crush it with ease, thought the Skythorn Poison Emperor.

Someone of his level naturally knew better than anyone that, while a formation could kill the vast majority of the world’s Emperors, they couldn’t possibly trap Su Xuanjun, the man the world once called the Master of Ten Thousand Daos!

The crux of the matter was that formations were inanimate without a throng of Emperors to circulate them.

To Su Xuanjun, who’d mastered talismans and formations, there was no need to force his way through. All he had to do was perceive the formation’s transformations and find a weak point. Then, he could break through with the same practiced ease as a butcher dissecting a steer.

“He broke the formation... just like that?” murmured Yan Suni. She suddenly felt that the former sole sovereign of the Wilds, that invincible legend... had truly returned!

“You still don’t understand? Even if the reincarnation of the Swordmaster of Abstruse Force has a limited cultivation base, one far beneath his past peak, he’s still Su Xuanjun!” the grand high elder said softly, but he too was shaken. “The experience, knowledge, and skills of his past life and more than enough for him to display unimaginable power!”

There was uproar throughout the surrounding area. Both the ordinary cultivators and the old fossils hiding in the darkness were shocked!

That Buddhist cultivator of the Little Western Paradise, Ji Yuan, sank even deeper into silence. His eyes flashed erratically.

By the time the dust and smoke receded and the firelight dimmed, the battlefield was left riddled with scars.

The mountain honored as the Peaceful Skies Province’s most blessed ground for cultivation had crumbled. All that remained of it was rubble strewn across the earth.

All seventy-two Profound Illumination Emperors had perished.

Only eleven of the twenty-four Profound Serenity Realm Emperors still breathed. Furthermore, all of them were severely injured.

Even the strongest of the group, the three Profound Unity experts, were wounded. Although their wounds weren’t severe, their clothes were still in tatters, they were still covered in blood, and their faces were covered in dust. All of them cut sorry figures.

Off in the distance, Pi Mo’s face was ashen, and his eyes bulged.

His Dao Heart was as firm as iron. Back when he was still cultivating in the Grotto of Abstruse Force, Su Yi frequently complimented him, saying that he had the steadiest heart of his nine disciples, and that none could compare with him in this regard.

But now, Pi Mo had completely lost his cool!

In their earlier confrontation, three strikes had been enough to force him back. When he faced his master’s third strike, he had no choice but to flee!

The shock had long since dealt a heavy blow to his Dao Heart.

Now, as his meticulously prepared Heaven’s Demise World-Refining Formation was obliterated, and as its Emperors fell like grass beneath a scythe and disintegrated into ash, he felt as if he’d taken a heavy blow to the head.

He couldn’t help but be alarmed and furious. He couldn’t help but be frantic!

Even now, Su Yi didn’t have so much as a hair out of place, and he was just as domineering as he’d been at the start. When Pi Mo realized this, intense unease coursed through his heart.

“Indeed. Master, you’re not just here to kill me. You want to destroy my heart first!” Pi Mo let out a long sigh.

The few Emperors that remained were already fleeing further away. Dread and terror were written all over their faces.

This told Pi Mo that if he wanted to turn this battle around, he couldn’t place his hopes on the old-timers of the Six Great Daoist Sects.

Meanwhile, Su Yi stood in the distant skies, holding Moonlit Shadow Aloft. His gaze was cold. “If you already know that, there’s no need to waste any more words.

He didn’t pursue the surviving Emperors; he didn’t spare them so much as a glance.

Motley riffraff, that’s all. Their will to fight had long since crumbled; they weren’t in any way worthy of his attention.

As he spoke, Su Yi strode through the sky and toward Pi Mo.

As if he were out for a casual stroll.

But as Su Yi approached, Pi Mo’s heart clenched violently. Intense pressure was bearing down on him.

He took a deep breath, and his eyes blazed with determination. He suddenly raised his hands as if holding something aloft.

“Activate!”

A scroll painting unfurled in midair.

It reflected a vision of hell in the sky: mountains of corpses, oceans of blood, and bones as numerous as trees in a forest. It was like an ancient demonic realm, with evil spirits shuttling about and utterly ferocious, malevolent demon gods running rampant.

A painting, that’s all, but it was as if he’d opened a portal to a blood-stained demonic realm. The aura that permeated the air was even more unsettling; it seemed to seize the soul.

Darkness suddenly descended upon the world, and a calamitous aura swept through the skies, blanketing heaven and earth.

“This is...” The distant onlookers were terrified. They felt as if they’d been plunged into an icy abyss.

“This is bad!” The Emperors’ hearts and minds felt stifled, and they found it difficult to breathe.

“Close off your six senses. Don’t attempt to sense that scroll painting’s aura!” The grand high elder of the Nine Extremes Profound Capital bellowed, looking visibly stunned.

The entire area was in uproar. Everything was a mess.

Even the distant onlookers sensed a potentially lethal threat. They dared not so much as use their divine senses to examine it further before fleeing further away.

The scroll painting’s aura was far too strange and unsettling!

Only the strongest of the old relics remained, people like the Skythorn Poison Emperor and the grand high elder of the Nine Extremes Profound Capital.

But even their hair stood on end, and they immediately circulated their cultivation bases and took out their defensive treasures.

There were numerous unbelievable demonic gods within the scroll painting. Some plucked the moon and stars, while others devoured the heavens. Some could cover the sky with a wave of their hand and break entire worlds. Each was more terrifying than the one before!

The Emperors on Pi Mo’s side felt their spirits soar, and their hearts filled with excitement.

There was no doubt about it; the scroll painting was the work of the Studio of the Heart. It was Pi Mo’s greatest trump card and the reason Pi Mo had dared remain on Martial Heaven Peak to clash with the Swordmaster of Abstruse Force head-on!

“That painting’s aura far transcends that of Profound Dao treasures. Its majesty can intimidate and suppress even Emperors. Did the Painter perhaps refine it himself?” Su Yi’s eyes narrowed. He could sense how mystical the painting was, and even he sensed an enormous threat.

“Master, given your powers of perception, you ought to realize how terrifyingly strong the Primordial Hellscape Painting is.”

By now, Pi Mo had completely calmed down, and he seemed unstressed and unhurried, as if he’d found his pillar of support. “I don’t mind telling you that the terrifying entities within the scroll painting were all once World Kings, experts who transcend the Profound Dao!”

World Kings!?

The Skythorn Poison Emperor’s expression shifted dramatically, and he could no longer remain calm.

“The Primordial Hellscape Painting...” whispered Ji Yuan of the Little Western Paradise. “So, it is that treasure...”

The other old-timers in attendance felt a chill course through them.

After hearing Pi Mo and Su Yi’s earlier exchange, they understood that the World King Realm existed above the Profound Dao!

That was already an astonishing revelation, like opening their door to a brand-new world.

Still, who’d have thought that Pi Mo’s treasure contained numerous suppressed World King powerhouses?

How could they not be terrified?

An oppressive atmosphere bore down on heaven and earth, and the air was full of austere murderous intent. Everything was deathly still and silent, save for Pi Mo’s deep, solemn voice. “These World Kings are from the stars beyond the Wilds. Each once ruled their respective regions, and all transcend the Imperial Apex Realm. Their strength is beyond measure, but despite their power, the founder of the Studio of the Heart captured them, one by one, refining their bodies and imprisoning their souls!”

Here, Pi Mo looked at Su Yi and said with imposing force, “Tell me, Master, could you have done that? Compared to the founder of the Studio of the Heart.... What do you amount to?”

In the distant skies, Su Yi’s steps came to an abrupt halt. He gazed at the Primordial Hellscape Painting and said calmly, “Is that why you betrayed me?”

Pi Mo shook his head and said with staunch conviction, “You call it a betrayal, but I call it seeking out better opportunities elsewhere. A fine fowl needs a fine tree to perch on!”

A smirk tugged at Su Yi’s lips. “You’re comparing yourself to a bird? But it seems to me you’re inferior even to a bird!”

His gaze was calm and distant. “You wanted to find a new master? Fine. Want to cling to the Studio of the Heart? That’s okay too. But why establish the Abstruse Force Alliance in my name? And why use my name to deceive and exploit your junior apprentice brothers and sisters?”

That was exactly what Jin Kui, Ye Luo, and the others wanted to know. All of them were glaring at Pi Mo!

Dogs didn’t look down on their owners for being poor, and children didn’t disdain their mothers for not being beautiful. How could Pi Mo have reached his current heights without their master?

But Pi Mo? He’d betrayed them without hesitation, all to join the Studio of the Heart!

He really was worse than a beast!

“Master, even after all these years, you don’t understand me.” Pi Mo sighed. “Let’s end this.”

He waved his sleeves through the air, and his voice boomed like spring thunder. “Suppress!”

Boom!

The Primordial Hellscape Painting suddenly expanded in the air. A hundred feet, a thousand feet, ten thousand feet....

In the blink of an eye, it covered a hundred thousand feet of heaven and earth, stretching as far as the eye could see. It was as if a blood-soaked demonic realm had swallowed up the world!

This time, even the Skythorn Poison Emperor and the other old fossils had no choice but to flee further away for fear that they’d be swept up into this. The world within the painting was far too terrifying, and all of them sensed a potentially lethal threat.

But against all expectations, Su Yi didn’t escape!

On the contrary, he advanced, swinging Moonlit Shadow and charging into the fray.

“This...” The Skythorn Poison Emperor and the others were stunned. They almost dared not believe their eyes.

Has Old Monster Su gone mad!?

That scroll painting is enough to suppress even World Kings!!

Even Pi Mo couldn’t help but be stunned. A moment later, his expression turned strange, and he sighed deeply. “Master, your disciple really wouldn’t have guessed that it was your blind, arrogant nature that would ultimately lead to your demise...”