Chapter 595: Chapter 595: Decide the Superior
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But even so, the expression of the white-clothed man did not change in the slightest. He remained standing where he was, calmly saying, "The ultimate sword and blade battle."
As the voice faded, he suddenly saw four silken ribbons of different colors fly out from his body, beginning to swirl around.
Duan Nong couldn’t help but sneer disdainfully, because at a glance, he could clearly see that the four beams of light emanating from the man in white were essentially four small swords of light!
What were these small swords meant for?
Were they preparing for a sword battle?
Thinking of this, Duan Nong immediately laughed mockingly and said, "Marvelous! Do you plan to use those ant-sized small swords to challenge us in the ultimate endless sword battle?"
"Indeed!"
The man in white nodded slightly, gesturing with his fingers. In an instant, the four small swords hovered in the skies to the east, west, north, and south, emitting resonant sword hums.
"Are we really meant to duel with swords? Hahaha! Are you an idiot? This is the strongest endless sword battle! In ancient times, only a select few among the most formidable nations could withstand such a sword fight!"
Duan Nong saw the man in white truly initiating a sword battle. The ridicule in his eyes deepened, but soon he laughed, shook his head, and said, "Alright! Either way, you’ll die under the claws of this endless sword battle. What was that old man speaking to you about before? Forget about escaping!"
As he spoke, the sword above Duan Nong’s arm suddenly erupted.
The sword pressing forward toward the man in white also emitted an even brighter light, completely enveloping the white figure.
"Overestimating oneself!"
Watching his sword break through, Duan Nong immediately sneered, casting his gaze toward Gong Yan.
"This is... this is... this is..."
Standing alone amidst the blood-filled battlefield, watching as the blood spilled like an endless sea, Duan Nong was stunned!
He could accept Xiao Daoyin’s death!
He could withstand the defeat of Sect Master Li Yicai!
Even if Yang Tian single-handedly crossed three regions, he could endure it!
But now, leading all the disciples to the "Gate" of the Holy Sword, armed with the ultimate endless sword battle, they had still been defeated!__________
This time, aside from himself, all of Jianling Sect’s disciples had perished, falling beneath his feet, forming a sea of blood. How could he accept this?
Thus, he could only stare at that white-clothed man, hands resting on his shoulders, standing expressionlessly, and shout wildly, "What on earth is happening here?"
"What’s happening?"
The man in white glanced at the hysterically transformed farmer and nonchalantly said, "This is merely the disparity in power."
"Disparity in power?"
Duan Nong’s expression remained blank; he couldn’t understand what the man in white was saying.
What was meant by a disparity in authority?
Was he referring to the endless sword array?
"Nonsense!"
Duan Nong immediately shouted coldly, "The endless sword battle is ultimate in strength. Even in ancient times, only a select few of the strongest could resist..."
"Resist? Few could resist?"
The man in white revealed a slight smile and said, "But throughout history, no one has been able to withstand the blade and sword battle endowed with divine privilege. This battle’s name? Even Immortals themselves have criticized the blade and sword clash from ancient times."
"Punishment... punishment... is this Xixian Sword Edge? The first catastrophic duel of ancient times?"
Duan Nong listened to the words of the man in white, feeling utterly foolish.
As an elder of Zongjian Ridge, how could he remain oblivious to the legend of the West Immortal Spring?
He never imagined that the four swords in the hands of the man in white were, in fact, the legendary swords of divine intervention—capable of halting slaughter and obstructing demonic forces.
The Infinite Blade Formation was indeed powerful, but when compared with the West Immortal Saber Formation, it was akin to comparing a giant with an ant. There was simply no contest!
Watching the blood-soaked disciples retreat to the sect’s grounds, and as the fierce and spiritual energy collided across the four directions—southeast and northwest—Duan Nong seemed to have lost all his strength. He slowly lifted his head and asked the elderly man in white, "Who... who exactly are you?"
"All truths shall show themselves!"
The man in white responded sluggishly, "But you may also refer to Ben Cang as the reincarnation of Guiyuan."
The reincarnation?
Now, this towering figure in white was allegedly the leader of the first catastrophic duel in ancient times—the reincarnation of Yang Tian?
Could this merely be a state of mind?
Duan Nong and Gongyang Yun were utterly shocked. Every last disciple who had survived in the Qing Dynasty was left dumbfounded.
Who could have imagined?
Who dared to imagine?
This man—just a single man?
But considering the external resemblance, if he wasn’t Yang Tian, then who could it be!
"Separation, merely a state of mind!" Hahahahahahahahaha!"
After a prolonged sense of numbness, Duan Nong erupted into maniacal laughter, shouting, "The grand plan has unraveled—nothing remains!" Who would have thought you’d possess the identity recognition of Guiyuan Heavenly Venerate, but..."
At this point, Duan Nong’s expression darkened severely, transitioning into intense anguish. He pointed at the golden thread that represented the entrance to the Immortal Battlefield—now only a sliver—and roared, "And so what if you destroyed my Zongjian Ridge? Look, the entrance to the Immortal Battlefield is about to vanish! Your body will be trapped within for four centuries! Four hundred years hence, under the guidance of ancestors, we Jiangling Sect disciples will surely surpass our forebears to become Great Mahayana cultivators—maybe even ascend to immortality. That will be your end!"
Clink!
Duan Nong didn’t finish his statement. He saw that the sky above the Poplar Trees was still hanging high. Suddenly, Yang Tian, in white robes, appeared at the entrance to the Immortal Battlefield, touching the sliver of light gently.
In an instant, translucent shards of glass-like fragments began to form around the light, opening up into a massive crack. Everyone present was familiar with the scene within the crack.
That was the Immortal Battlefield!
"This... this is impossible! You... who, what exactly are you?" Duan Nong stared at the scene, dumbstruck.
That was the Immortal Battlefield!
It was practically two separate worlds!
Since its discovery, countless efforts had been invested across three regions, but the passage leading to the battlefield could not be opened.
Access was possible only once every four hundred years.
But now, could it truly be Yang Tian’s identity that allowed him to pass with such ease?
Was this all a dream?
But Yang Tian, clad in white, had no intention of explaining deliberately.
Tap.
In the God and Demon Battlefield, Di Hai, Su Youu, and the others–clad in blue-like rain vessels–stood there, staring blankly at Yang Tian in white stepping through the portal, their faces utterly rigid.
When they had first encountered Yang Tian in white, their doubts mirrored those of the now-deceased Duan Nong and Xiao Daoyin.
They didn’t recognize the man resembling Yang Tian!
However, as the gap between the Immortal Battlefield and the realm of Truth was restored by Yang Tian in white, they had undoubtedly realized Yang Tian had manipulated the Immortal Sword battle to slay Duan Nong and Gongyang Yun as depicted.
At this moment, watching Yang Tian in white enter the God and Demon Battlefield, their expressions were cautious but restrained—they did not strike immediately.
After all, Yang Tian and Yang Tian in white looked identical. Clearly, there must be some connection.
Moreover, in Baiyi Region, they were aware of the boundary of Basalt that separated them from Yang Tian.
They had tried countless times through the years but had never broken the boundary. Their vigilance was evident!
Yet at this precise moment, Yang Tian in white slowly approached the Basalt boundary and placed his hand upon it.
Tap!
Regardless of efforts from Di Hai and Su Hai, the Basalt boundary–previously unbreakable—shattered easily into fragments under Yang Tian in white’s touch. Watching this, the two of them were utterly dumbfounded.
What was happening?