First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 535 – Want to Admit Defeat? Impossible!

Bang!

By the time he stabilized himself, Huan Shaoyou’s golden crown had shattered, and his long, purple hair was disheveled.

His right hand, the one with which he’d held his halberd, trembled uncontrollably.

The skin hidden beneath his jade-colored robes was already covered in bloody streaks.

Three feet of sword qi had dealt Huan Shaoyou a devastating blow!

This was Su Yi’s first time initiating an attack since the start of their duel.

However, the power of his sword pierced both heaven and earth and dazzled the entire audience!

The cultivators watching throughout Orchid Terrace were visibly dumbstruck. They were beside themselves with astonishment.

The monsters of the ancient era and geniuses of the present day were visibly stunned too, and their hearts shook.

Up on the central jade viewing platform, chills coursed down the prominent experts’ spines. They could no longer sit still.

That astonishing power washed over them like the tide, making every heart in Orchid Terrace quiver.

Everyone could tell that Huan Shaoyou had used his trump cards. Despite this, he couldn’t block a single attack from Su Yi!

This was unquestionably far too unbelievable.

Su Yi’s cultivation was merely in the late-stage Origin Palace Realm. He was a full realm beneath Huan Shaoyou.

Yet his combat strength was undoubtedly even more terrifying and even more heaven-defying!

This unquestionably meant that among the world’s Origin Dao cultivators, even peak-level monsters of the ancient era like Huan Shaoyou were no match for him!

A slash like that is enough to make any cultivator in the world lower their head in shame. The Xia Emperor couldn’t help but sigh to himself.

How lofty of an existence was he? Yet upon witnessing Su Yi’s sword, even he was utterly amazed!

I ought to aspire to such attainments in the Dao of Sword and pursue them tirelessly… Wen Xinzhao’s beautiful eyes filled with bewilderment, and her heart swelled with emotion.

Yue Shichan clenched Cicada’s Heart, and memories of Su Yi’s guidance and instructions floated into her sea of consciousness. She muttered to herself, “How could I be so fortunate…?”

“So, everything he said yesterday… was true.” Daoist Master Coldsmoke thought back to what Su Yi had said during their meeting. She suddenly recalled a series of names: Huo Tiandu, Zhou Fengzhi, Lei Feng, and Ting He…

After witnessing the power of Su Yi’s three-foot streak of sword qi, she finally dared to believe that those Spirit Dao cultivators had indeed perished at Su Yi’s hands!

Meanwhile, on stage.

Huan Shaoyou wiped the blood from his lips, took a deep breath, and laughed. “I wouldn’t have guessed it. I truly wouldn’t have guessed it. To think this world had someone as impressive as you! However, power like that is insufficient to make me admit defeat!”

As he finished speaking, his voice filled with ruthlessness.

Boom!

His purple hair danced around him, and his cracked skin knit together in the blink of an eye, good as new. His imposing aura expanded, soaring to new heights.

And his eyes? They turned blood red.

A red mark appeared between his eyes, a demonic flame totem. It gave him an additional unearthly and intimidating aura.

All of Orchid Terrace was stunned. The crowd’s eyes widened. Who could miss that Huan Shaoyou’s majesty was greater than before, and by no small margin, either?

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There was no doubt about it: this was a variable, and an entirely unexpected one at that. The audience had only just thought that Huan Shaoyou would lose, but now, they got excited all over again.

“This is my true power!” Huan Shaoyou spoke slowly, enunciating each word. His eyes shone with cold cruelty as he stretched out his hand and grabbed.

Clang!

The Blood Demon Firmament-Burning Halberd returned to his hand. It was at that moment that his aura reached its pinnacle.

Looking upon him from afar, the audience saw his lean figure bathed in churning, crimson demonic flames. His purple hair flew around him; he looked just like a true primordial demonic god. 

This domineering majestic aura made countless spectators tremble!

“Like the light reflected off a grain of rice or the glow of a firefly. Struggle all you want; it’ll be to no avail!” Not far away, Su Yi shook his head.

“Haha!” Huan Shaoyou threw back his head and burst into laughter.

A moment later, he shot forward in a flash, swinging his short halberd at Su Yi.

Boom!

The short halberd swept through the air. A heaven-shaking explosion rang out. Its momentum was far greater than before.

“Like an ant trying to shake a tree.” Su Yi’s eyes flashed with cold light, and he shot ahead. His fair, slender hand tapped the air.

Clang!

Huan Shaoyou’s Blood Demon Firmament-Burning Halberd flew from his hand once more.

The terrifying power of the collision shattered Huan Shaoyou’s right wrist. He grunted in agony, and his expression immediately changed.

However, before he could react, someone seized his broken wrist.

Su Yi exerted strength through his fingers and shook, and Huan Shaoyou’s sleeves exploded. Muscles and tendons snapped, and bones were completely reduced to powder.

His entire right arm had been destroyed!

Furthermore, the force sent Huan Shaoyou flying. As he flew backward, he convulsed, shaking violently from head to toe.

Bang!

A moment later, beneath the crowd’s astonished gazes, Huan Shaoyou slammed against the floor of the arena.

The surface of the arena was as firm as if it were cast out of divine iron, and it was covered in formations. It was incomparably durable.

When he hit the ground, it shook violently. The audience could tell that his cheekbones had collapsed. He curled up, but his entire body was twitching and convulsing, and blood poured from his mouth and nose.

The onlookers trembled, and their faces filled with astonishment.

When Huan Shaoyou’s aura expanded, everyone thought a bitter struggle was sure to follow.

Who’d have thought that a single attack would cripple Huan Shaoyou’s arm? He was like a human sandbag. Su Yi had flung him ruthlessly against the ground!

Even just watching from afar, Huan Shaoyou’s plight was so miserable that the onlookers winced.

Too overbearing!

Had anyone else taken an attack like that, they would likely have already been reduced to a meaty pulp.

“Excellent!” Wen Xinzhao and Yue Shichan were both excited. How could they miss that Su Yi was showing Huan Shaoyou the same cruelty he’d shown Yuan Heng? This was revenge!

“Ah——!” Huan Shaoyou cried out in agony.

Earlier, Su Yi’s three-foot streak of sword qi had already dealt him heavy damage.

And this attack? It didn’t just destroy his right arm; it almost shattered his entire skeleton. All of his organs had shifted positions, and he was seeing stars.

That bone-piercing agony mixed with endless humiliation provoked Huan Shaoyou. His eyes bulged so wide, it seemed they might burst. It was as if he’d gone completely insane. 

“Su Yi, I’ll kill you!” Huan Shaoyou let out a maddened, frenzied howl as he struggled to his feet.

Su Yi said calmly, “We’ve only just started playing. What are you in such a hurry for? I still have to teach you what it means to suffer a fate worse than death, and what it means to invite your own humiliation.”

Before this light, airy declaration had even finished echoing throughout the surroundings, Su Yi stretched out his hand and picked Huan Shaoyou up by the throat, as if he were a chicken.

Then, he flung him to the ground once more. 

Bang!

Huan Shaoyou played the part of sandbag once more. He slammed into the arena so hard, it shook.

The muffled impact reached the ears of every last spectator. Every last one of them felt their hearts quiver in terror.

Huan Shaoyou’s teeth had fallen out. His hair was in disarray, and his flesh was a bloody mess. Even his features were unrecognizable; he was such a miserable sight that he didn’t even look human.

Many of the onlookers couldn’t bear to watch any more of this.

It was too brutal!

Earlier, Huan Shaoyou had been domineering and overbearing. The purple-haired, golden-crowned young man’s unparalleled bluster meant he dared threaten even Weng Jiu, a subordinate of the imperial family.

Yet now, he was as helpless as a lamb to the slaughter. Su Yi could trample him as he pleased!

All of this only further offset just how terrifyingly powerful Su Yi was. 

Everyone—monsters of the ancient era, geniuses of the present day, and even the Spirit Dao cultivators—felt their hair stand on end. It wasn’t cold, but they nonetheless trembled.

For an Origin Dao cultivator to defeat a heaven-defying monster of the ancient era like Huan Shaoyou was incredibly difficult to begin with.

Even the early-stage Spiritual Manifestation Realm in attendance weren’t necessarily a match for him!

However, against Su Yi, Huan Shaoyou found himself one-sidedly suppressed!

Right from the start of the match, no matter what secret arts Huan Shaoyou used, and no matter how powerful his treasures, Su Yi countered them with ease!

By now, who here hadn’t realized that Su Yi was even more terrifying than the competing monsters of the ancient era and geniuses of the present day?

A deathly silent atmosphere enveloped the entire venue.

The only sound was Huan Shaoyou repeatedly crying out in agony.

Su Yi’s attack had shattered and snapped countless tendons and bones. His face was a bloody, unrecognizable mess. His injuries were extremely serious.

“I’ll give you a chance. Get up, and I’ll keep playing with you.” Su Yi gazed down at him and said casually.

Huan Shaoyou struggled to look up. His blood-red eyes shone with dense loathing and resentment.

He said hoarsely, “Su Yi, I’ll remember you!”

“Want to admit defeat?” Su Yi’s eyebrows shot up. As he spoke, his hands formed a mysterious seal, and he gently pressed down.

Huan Shaoyou’s entire body stiffened. His jaw opened and closed, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t utter so much as a peep.

“This is a mysterious seal, one unworthy of the public eye,” said Su Yi. “It’s designed specifically to seal the throat and voice.”

Huan Shaoyou’s pupils constricted.

For the first time, panic and dread appeared in the eyes of this descendant of the Demonic Huan Family. He’d just realized how much trouble he was in.

“Relax; although I’ve never cared about the rules of the mundane world, since you dared challenge me here at the Orchid Terrace Dharma Assembly, I naturally won’t break the rules by killing you,” Su Yi said casually. “I’m just doing this because I want to play with you a while longer. If you admit defeat too early, won’t that ruin my fun?”

When they heard this, the audience gasped. Ruthless!

Too ruthless!

Su Yi wasn’t the least bit afraid of the threat of the Huan Family. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. He wanted to avenge his servant, Yuan Heng!

Huan Shaoyou was so terrified that his soul seemed to leave his body. He struggled like mad and gazed pleadingly at where Weng Jiu stood, just outside the arena.

Weng Jiu’s expression was solemn and earnest. “Young Lord Huan, earlier, I swore not to intervene in this match. Besides, you said that were I to intervene, you absolutely wouldn’t let me off.”

“???” Huan Shaoyou, a descendant of the Demonic Huan Family famed for his madness and temper, was so angry that he almost burst.

If not for his inability to make noise, he would have long since started cursing like a sailor. 

Weng Jiu continued, even more earnest-looking than before, “But please, rest assured, Young Lord Huan. Young Lord Su said he wouldn’t kill you, so I guarantee that during this battle… you won't die. This doesn’t count as breaking the Orchid Terrace Dharma Assembly’s rules.”

Every word was like a knife to Huan Shaoyou’s heart. He was as angry as he could possibly be, and terrified too.

If Su Yi kept humiliating and trampling him like this, it would leave his reputation in shambles. From this day forth, whenever anyone mentioned the name “Huan Shaoyou”, it would be to discuss today’s humiliation. He would become a joke, a laughingstock!

“So, he’d long since prepared for this… He’s terrible!” Xia Qingyuan blinked, secretly gleeful.

She remembered that when Su Yi took the stage, he guaranteed that Huan Shaoyou wouldn’t get the chance to admit defeat.

The scene unfolding before them was unquestionably him making good on his promise.