First Immortal of the Sword

Su Yi’s punch was called the Star-Seizing Hammer. It was the work of the Peerless Martial Emperor, part of his Absolute Martial Sutra of the Eight Extremities and one of the Nine Absolute Martial Stances.

He punched as if he were seizing the stars, and his fist landed like an exploding hammer.

His movements were completely controlled yet utterly forceful, like a deity plucking the stars and slamming them into the human world, intent on destroying everything.

This was the attack that the Peerless Martial Emperor was the most pleased with. He’d always loved hammering his opponents with his fist; it was as tyrannical as could be.

When Su Yi unleashed it, the Star-Seizing Hammer was similarly forceful and intense.

At the very least, the Peerless Martial Emperor couldn’t have unleashed such power through this attack in the Gathering Stars Realm.

After all, in this lifetime, Su Yi’s foundations in the Grand Dao were unmatched among those of his cultivation boundary even in the Nine Provinces of the Wilds.

Is this Fellow Daoist Su’s true ability?

Meng Jinghai and the other experts were completely dazed.

Su Yi’s earlier display of abilities had already astonished them, but now, witnessing the power of this punch, they suddenly realized that they were still underestimating Su Yi!

Rather, what they’d seen earlier was only a portion of Su Yi’s true power!

Were I the one facing that punch, I would have exploded… Shuo Meng and the curly-bearded elder quivered in fright.

“See, Miss Lan Suo? When Master gets serious, even some Holy Caterpillar-whatever amounts to no more than this.”

Yuan Heng said calmly, and he spoke with utter pride.

Lan Suo instinctively asked, “Then… just how strong is your master?”

Yuan Heng was instantly silent.

He didn’t know how to answer that.

Even after wandering the Great Xia alongside Su Yi, and despite experiencing countless battles, he still had no way of knowing just how powerful Su Yi was.

The reason was simple: Su Yi had never lost. Without seeing him lose, who could possibly gauge the full extent of his power?

……

What kind of fist technique was that!?

The silver-robed young man was furious and alarmed. His icy eyes were wide with disbelief. 

The power of this fist was so tyrannical that it injured him throughout his body. His flesh, blood, and innards were all affected. Although he’d steadied himself, he was quivering from head to toe, and everything hurt.

If he hadn’t used a secret art and all his power to counter, just one punch would have shattered him, body and soul!

This was unquestionably far too terrifying!

“My lord, are you alright?”

The young woman in yellow cried out in alarm, her expression fraught with worry. “I’m fine!” The silver-robed young man stubbornly wiped the blood from his lips and took a deep breath, his eyes glinting with terrifying, icy light. “It’s nothing!”

He spoke emphatically, and before his voice even finished echoing through the air, his aura changed dramatically.

Boom!

A pair of illusory black wings appeared behind the Holy Son of the Holy Church of the Caterpillar. They were like clouds draping the heavens, and they were swathed in obscure and mysterious black light. They cast a dark, oppressive atmosphere and aura of destruction over the entire stretch of sky.

And his majestic aura expanded, shaking heaven and earth.

In the blink of an eye, he was even stronger than before!

“This…..” Meng Jinghai and the other experts’ hearts shook. They suddenly realized that Su Yi wasn’t the only one holding back. Even the silver-robed young man had kept something in reserve.

Now that he was finally going all out, his accumulations and power were on full display!

When Su Yi saw this, his eyebrows shifted upward. He inadvertently glanced at the young woman in yellow.

She keenly detected his gaze, and her purple eyes narrowed slightly. Then, she seemed to lose herself in fright; her sultry, slender figure quivered from head to toe.

“Die!” The silver-robed young man attacked.

Whoosh!

His illusory black wings flashed, and he disappeared into thin air. A moment later, he appeared just thirty feet away from Su Yi.

As quick as if he’d teleported!

Then, his black wings rose like twin knives!

Kccch!

The sky tore like canvas, opening two perfectly straight rifts. The obscure, explosive dark radiance gathered around the knifelike wings, then cleaved downward.

Like a deity wielding twin knives and slashing the world below!

His momentum alone pricked the onlookers’ eyes, and their minds felt as if they were ripping apart.

How terrifying!

The onlookers' expressions instantly shifted.

However, in the face of this slash, Su Yi merely stretched out and—

Whoosh!

Boundless true essence surged out of him like a sea, producing a low, thunderous rumbling.

This was purely the result of him circulating his cultivation base.

Then, he clenched his fist, and his right arm suddenly swung like a whip.

The Heaven-Ripping Whip!

Another of the Nine Absolute Martial Stances.

A punch like a whip, it tore through foes as if they were made of canvas. It was sharp and tyrannical.

Crack!

A sonic blast shook the heavens, making a thousand feet of sky tremble.

Clear fist force lashed out like a whip.

It slammed into the black wings, producing densely-packed, deafening blasts!

Divine light scattered, and the sharp, knifelike black wings broke and dispersed with a bang, stirring up currents of destructive energy that enveloped the skies.

The silver-robed young man’s expression filled with alarm.

When he tried to dodge, he found that it was already too late.

Bang!

The whip-like fist force continued, its power undiminished, and slammed into him.

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His defensive treasures and aura burst with a series of explosions. It was as if a divine dragon had slapped him with its tail, sending him flying.

A clearly-visible crack spread across his body, which split like porcelain. His skin and flesh were brutally torn open, and fresh blood gushed out uncontrollably.

By the time he'd steadied himself, his entire face was in ruins. He was a miserable sight. 

After the second punch, the Holy Son of the Holy Church of the Caterpillar was heavily injured!

“How is this…” 

The curly-bearded elder and Shuo Meng felt a chill in their hands and feet. They were terrified and ill at ease.

Both of them could tell that the silver-robed young man had already put his full strength into that attack. Its power was enough to effortlessly cleave and destroy Spiritual Incarnation Realm existences like them.

Yet Su Yi’s punch had nonetheless destroyed it!

“Who exactly are you?” the silver-robed young man asked through hacking coughs. His hair was disheveled, his face was ashen, and when he looked at Su Yi, his expression was both alarmed and furious, with a newfound, wordless dread.

Su Yi had, despite his Gathering Stars cultivation, heavily injured him in just two punches!

Since when had such a heaven-defying figure appeared in the Great Qin?

“Block my third punch, and I’ll tell you,” Su Yi said calmly.

Just as he was about to attack, the silver-robed young man gnashed his teeth, took out the black beast bone, and coughed a mouthful of blood essence onto it.

Boom!

The black beast bone shattered, forming a several-dozen-meter blood-colored vortex in the sky, like a portal to hell.

A terrifying aura permeated heaven and earth.

What’s this?

The human experts’ pupils constricted as they realized they were in for trouble.

Within the ornate carriage, the beautiful young woman’s eyes lit up with excitement. “His Lordship is inviting the founder to intervene personally…!”

The curly-bearded elder, Shuo Meng, and the Molten Gold Lion sighed in relief, and their eyes blazed with fervor.

“I just knew that guy’s origins weren’t simple. He’s surely got killer moves in reserve,” muttered Yuan Heng. His brow furrowed.

Before Lan Suo could respond, he transmitted, “Miss Lan Suo, rest assured. It’s really alright.”

Lan Suo had been tense this entire time, like a startled fawn. Yuan Heng had gotten used to it, so he comforted her before she could even say anything.

Lan Suo said nothing. 

Meanwhile, Su Yi had been just about to attack, but when he saw the blood-colored vortex, his expression said, “Just as I thought!”

“Qing Yuan, why have you disturbed me?” Suddenly, an impatient, dignified voice emanated from within the vortex.

“Your disciple has encountered a peerlessly dangerous foe. I’m injured and on the brink of death. I had no choice but to request your aid, Master!” The silver-robed young man lowered his head and said bitterly.

Deep within the blood-colored vortex, that dignified voice sounded furious. “Which blind bastard dared harm my closed-door disciple?”

Boom!

The vortex revolved in tandem with the voice, producing shocking energy fluctuations. The surrounding skies trembled as if about to fall.

Whoosh!

Immediately afterward, an enormous, illusory figure shot out of the blood-colored vortex.

It was a massive, vicious bird at least ten thousand feet tall. It had nine heads, each the size of a house. When it spread its dark gray wings, they blotted out the sun!

Its figure was illusory and indistinct, but its aura was monstrous and terrifying. It was like the descent of a vicious, ruthless god!

The crowd held their breath, and their expressions changed dramatically.

What kind of terrifying entity was this!?

“Greetings, Hierarch!” 

The curly-bearded elder, Shuo Meng, and the young woman in yellow bowed in greeting. Their expressions were solemn, reverent, and rife with awe.

Even the Molten Gold Lion prostrated itself on the ground like a pious devotee.

The human experts felt a chill course through their hearts. It was as if they’d been plunged into an icy abyss. This is the hierarch of the Holy Church of the Caterpillar?

We’re in trouble!

“That’s most likely a manifestation of the will of an Imperial Realm expert.” Yuan Heng sensed enormous pressure too. He tensed up, but his expression showed no sign of fear.

After the time he’d spent wandering the Great Xia alongside Su Yi, what waves hadn’t Yuan Heng experienced? What dangers hadn’t he faced?

He’d seen situations like this before, and he’d long since gotten used to it.

The Nine-Headed Bird said coldly. His murderous voice shook the wind and clouds. “My time is precious, and I cannot afford delays. Which of you bullied my disciple? Whoever it was, step forth! Or else, I’ll just have to kill everyone here!”

Whoosh!

The curly-robed elder and the others all looked at the distant Su Yi.

The silver-robed young man pointed at Su Yi, resentment written all over his face, as well as unconcealable excitement.

“A young Gathering Stars Realm cultivator?”

The fully ten-thousand-foot Nine-Headed Bird froze, seemingly dumbstruck. “Qing Yuan, how could an ant-like being like that possibly have harmed you?”

Qing Yuan was instantly ashamed. He explained, “Master, his combat prowess is heaven-defying! Even Spiritual Incarnation cultivators are most likely  no match for him!”

“That so?” the Nine-Headed Bird said coldly. “Then I’ll be curious to see just how powerful the little wretch is.”

Su Yi watched this entire exchange, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

He said casually, “Dirty beast, are you sure you want to try me?”