The Path Toward Heaven

The finger reached out by Jing Jiu was not the sword method of the Green Mountain Sect, nor was it a style of any sect in Chaotian; it was merely a simple thrust of the sword.

It was because Jing Jiu was fully aware that the fight would be a little troublesome if he employed the sword style of the Green Mountain Sect.

He was someone who loathed trouble, so he preferred completing a task with the simplest method.

Being simple didn’t diminish something’s power. In fact, extreme simplicity meant a concentration of extraordinary purity, the example of which was the sword wielded by that little child of the No-Mercy Sect that killed Emperor Xiao amid the fallen leaves filling the air.

The results had proven that each choice Jing Jiu made in the fights over the last thousand years was always right and perfect.

Shen Yunmai had no other choice but to block the incoming simple sword thrust with sheer force.

The outcome of fighting with sheer force depended on who has more strength.

What object could be stronger than the All in One Sword, be it in Chaotian or in the Federation of the Milky Way.

Undoubtedly, Shen Yunmai had lost in this sparring between two swords.

What Jing Jiu hadn’t expected was that his simple and concentrated thrust of the sword wouldn’t kill his opponent.

The sword light penetrated his body, but it failed to come out from the other side of it. Shen Yunmai had merely been wounded slightly.

Then, it was necessary to thrust his sword gain.

The sword light flashed.

His finger reached out.

A crisp sword sound rang out.

However, his finger didn’t land on the center of Shen Yunmai’s brows.

Shen Yunmai raised his right hand somehow and blocked his eyebrows.

The sword sound was created by the contact of Jing Jiu’s finger with his palm.

Jing Jiu felt countless sword wills circling his finger and also sensed a familiar energy, in the meantime, he sensed a great deal of resistance on his finger.

The sword wills emerging from Shen Yunmai’s fingers formed the most supple and strong cloth in the world like countless catkins, absorbing the advance of his thrusting sword-like in a mud.

It was the Inherited Heaven Sword formation of Tianguang Peak.

Jing Jiu had anticipated this move. With a slight change of expression on his face, Jing Jiu continued thrusting his finger forward.

The crisp sword sounds broke out like a rainstorm, echoing throughout the building of the military headquarters.

The office desk broke into pieces instantly, and the exceedingly strong alloy walls had countless deep marks on them.

A great many sword lights came out between his fingers, which were clearly seen by Shen Yunmai.

His face was somewhat pale, the expression in his eyes nonchalant; though he became more prudent now.

The white sleeve ruffled again as snowfall occurred amid the rubble.

An unimaginably cold intent appeared along with several sizzling sounds and headed toward Jing Jiu after passing through the snowflakes.

This was the sword style of the Snow Flow, but it was more powerful than the sword style of the Snow Flow of Shangde Peak, and its temperature was much lower.

Shen Yunmai didn’t use a sword but the super low-temperature radiation.

The source of the snowflakes was a low-temperature radiation gun placed on a higher point at the western side of the building of the military headquarters.

Jing Jiu didn’t turn around, nor did he intend to dodge it. Instead, he merely waved his left hand a few times.

Dozens of sword lights spread out like a blooming plum flower, blocking the low-temperature radiation. In the next moment, the sword lights traveled forward after bending slightly upwards, destroying the low-temperature radiation gun.

The sword light descended, leaving a mark like a plum flower between the thumb and forefinger on Shen Yunmai’s left hand.

The Seven-Plum Sword style of Xilai Peak was the best to suppress the sword style of the Snow Flow of Shangde Peak.

With no change of expression on his face, Shen Yunmai clenched his left hand slightly. The sword wills of the Seven-Plum Sword dispersed along with a thunderous rumble.

A dozen automatic laser guns arrived in the air and launched attacks again in the midst of the rumbling thunder.

This was the main sword of Bihu Peak, the Eight-Side Thunder.

…

…

Countless sword lights flashed in the deep part of the building of the military headquarters.

Nobody knew what was the intent of this sword fight.

It should be the most exhilarating swordfight since the founding of the Green Mountain Sect tens of thousands of years ago.

Many ancient and deviant sword styles of various peaks were employed one after the other; they were each other’s foes and vanquishers.

The white cloth ruffled amid the smoke and dust.

A laser gun fired each time Shen Yunmai raised his hand.

Dozens of automatic mechas were moving forward one after the other.

The snow flow would come out whenever Jing Jiu waved his left hand.

The plum flower would bloom each time his fingertip quivered.

The two of them had their own methods and fighting styles.

Countless sword lights created a sword formation, the center of which was none other than the generating device of the gravitational field inside the battleship.

It was worth mentioning that Shen Yunmai was exceedingly talented in the sword Cultivation and had a keen sense of vision. In a very short period of time, he had figured out Jing Jiu’s weakness.

If he had Jing Jiu trapped in the Formation of Inherited Heaven Sword reinforced by the gravitational field, what would have happened then?

It was then that Shen Yunmai’s left hand couldn’t move any longer.

Jing Jiu’s left hand landed on his left hand unnoticeably and locked it with a great deal of tiny sword wills.

“What is this sword style?”

A perplexed expression displayed in Shen Yunmai’s eyes.

He was familiar with all kinds of sword styles, including the Inherited Heaven Sword of Tianguang Peak and the sword styles of Shangde Peak and Shiyue Peak.

But he had never seen such a sword style.

Jing Jiu replied, “It’s the Endless Sword style of Qingrong Peak.”

Shen Yunmai recalled the novel “The Path toward Heaven”, and exclaimed irately, “This is unfair; it’s to the advantage of later ascendants!”

Qingrong Peak was not founded until Mochen Peak was destroyed during the turmoil of Green Mountain.

The founding grandmasters of the Green Mountain Sect had all left Chaotian at that time.

Shen Yunmai and Jing Jiu had learned all the sword styles of various peaks of Green Mountain, but Shen Yunmai didn’t know anything about the Endless Sword style.

Jing Jiu said to him, “You would have been more powerful if you hadn’t learned those deviant sword styles.”

“But it would be boring,” protested Shen Yunmai.

Jing Jiu said, “It’s more boring to die.”

“You’re going to die then,” returned Shen Yunmai.

As soon as he said this, Shen Yunmai turned his right hand upwards to grab Jing Jiu’s wrist along with a great many sword lights.

“This sword style should have stemmed from the old sword style of Mochen Peak.”

He added while staring at Jing Jiu’s eyes, “As such, it’s rather easy to learn.”

Countless sword lights came out from the hands of the two men, looking like the natural light of a permanent star.

…

…

The alarms blared throughout the building of the military headquarters, a great many weaponry platforms began to scan around, but couldn’t lock on the target.

The smoke and dust rose up to block the visions, but the sword lights could still be seen amid the smoke and dust.

The sword lights spread out like a lotus flower, tearing everything to shreds in their wakes.

The nebula-like sword lights descended to the floors of the military headquarters below, ignoring the solid alloy walls and all sorts of shields, causing many surprised cries.

The laser beams triggered by Shen Yunmai shot out from time to time, adding more prowess to the nebula-like sword lights.

“The laboratory is over there!”

“Alert them as soon as possible!”

“It’s too late!”

Along with many cries, dozens of military Cultivation practitioners in light armor were on their way to the site.

The experimental subjects in the laboratory of the military headquarters were the monsters of the Sea of Dark Matter. If they were allowed to escape from the lab, they would cause a great deal of mayhem on the Main Planet.

Crack!!!

The front gate of the lab was demolished. A black cloudy monster with destructive and cold intent rushed out from it.

Yet, before it could wreak havoc, the monster was sliced into the tiniest particles by the nebula-like sword lights, dispersing like smoke and dust.

…

…

Was it the rumored prowess performed by someone in the Inherited Night State?

Seeing this, everyone was stunned speechless.

The Young Master Shen was indeed the number one Cultivation practitioner in the Federation of the Milky Way!

Boom!!!

The western side of the battleship that was the military headquarters couldn’t withstand the bombardment of the sword fights between two powerful Cultivation practitioners and collapsed.

The smoke and dust shot up into the air, as if they would flow into the bright sky.

A few battleships had activated their main laser guns in the space, getting ready to attack.

Hundreds of mechas flew up into the sky, the most powerful weapons of theirs aiming at the patch of smoke and dust.

As the smoke and dust settled, two figures had shown up.

Shen Yunmai raised up both of his hands while sitting among the rubble.

He didn’t do it to surrender; it was because he couldn’t put down his hands since they were seized by Jing Jiu.

Both of his arms exposed the flesh and blood, as well as some complicated metal wires, indicating that he had gone through some comprehensive modifications.

The blood drops flew down from the metal wires and dripped onto the dust on the floor, making “pah” sounds.