Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 82: Unbridled Power Unleashed, the Sword Immortal of the End of Dharma (Bonus Chapter 4 for First Subscription)

The Frost and Ice Soul is the most precious treasure of Cold Moon Peak.

In this degenerate age, ordinary cultivators rarely see the true form of a flying sword in their entire lives, and these two swords are even more so, forged in imitation of the purple lightning and green frost forms of past dynasties.

The Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng records, "Purple lightning and green frost, the armory of General Wang."

Today, before Hua Qingshuang even drew her Frost Sword, Zhao Wuji from her sect astonished everyone with his Cold Soul Sword Technique.

Fei Yun of Chiyan Peak dared not be careless in the slightest. After Wu Fusheng stepped down, he immediately went up on stage to challenge Zhao Wuji to a duel, refusing to give Zhao Wuji any chance to catch his breath.

"Junior Brother Zhao, why don't I go this round? You should rest and recover."

Dai Zhiyun brought spiritual tea and wiped Zhao Wuji's sweat. She noticed that her junior brother Zhao had no sweat at all, his breathing was steady as a deep pool, and his blue robe was spotless. She immediately expressed her admiration and concern.

She had just caught a glimpse of her junior brother's prowess and realized that Zhao Wuji's duel with her that day was merely a small test of his skills; he hadn't used his true abilities at all.

This also took her dignity into consideration; otherwise, she would have been defeated with a single sword strike.

"No need, Senior Sister," Zhao Wuji said with a smile, glancing at Hua Qingshuang, who was standing opposite him with her arms crossed, gazing at him.

"It only took two sword strikes just now, not even as much as I usually do during training. I'll finish this quickly."

Hua Qingshuang's eyes flickered slightly. Without saying a word, she nodded gently, which was enough to show her trust!

Zhao Wuji gently placed the teacup down, the bottom of the celadon cup touching the stone table with a clear "ding".

His figure floated towards the center of the field like a drifting cloud.

On the opposite side of the field, Fei Yun stood with his hands behind his back, the Fire Jade Talisman spinning rapidly in his palm, splashing up bursts of flames.

He glanced at the blue-robed youth who slowly entered, inwardly highly vigilant, but outwardly displaying a tactical, contemptuous sneer, "Junior Brother Zhao has truly displayed his might today, but this farce should end here."

Before he could finish speaking, "Whoosh!" A streak of frosty white sword light tore through the air and struck!

Zhao Wuji lightly touched the black rock with his toes and stepped onto the platform. His needle-crossing movement technique was like shrinking the distance to an inch, and he instantly closed in.

The Frost Soul Flying Sword shot out in an instant, like a cold, flying goose, without any hesitation.

"you!"

Fei Yun's pupils suddenly contracted, and he abruptly crushed the fire jade talisman with his five fingers.

"Boom!" The exploding fiery shield was cleaved in two by a beam of azure sword light, as if a knife were cutting through fermented bean curd.

"clang!"

Fei Yun staggered back three steps, and the jade talisman in front of him, which had been burning like flames, cracked.

His expression turned grim as he quickly retreated. "You want a quick victory? Let's see how many more sword strikes you can land."

As soon as he finished speaking, the magical fire fan in his hand "whooshed" open and flew out, its surface surging with crimson flames as it suddenly began to fan.

A massive wave of fire, like a tornado, swept towards Zhao Wuji, covering a large area of ​​the arena and causing the space to become intensely hot and explosive.

This is an attempt to overpower someone by force, sparing no expense in expending a large amount of spiritual energy to unleash the full power of the magical weapon in order to defeat Zhao Wuji and prevent him from unleashing the full power of his sword technique.

However, all the spectators saw was a blur before their eyes, and a blue shadow appeared in a fleeting moment.

Zhao Wuji's figure suddenly flew up and circled behind Fei Yun like a ghost. The overwhelming fiery tornado did not even touch a single piece of his clothes!

"This...flying technique?"

The audience erupted in chaos. Senior Brother He's eyes widened, and his teacup fell to the ground with a "clatter."

"No! This isn't a flight technique, it's a martial arts movement technique! Are mortal martial arts this powerful?"

Many disciples in green robes and blue gowns rarely engage in combat, and they had never seen anyone combine martial arts with immortal techniques before. It was truly an eye-opening experience.

"A Grandmaster of Martial Arts in the Mortal Realm?!"

Yan Fengzhu, who was standing in the stands, also changed his expression slightly.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Wuji's figure flashed past.

"Whoosh-"

The Cold Soul Sword Light, like a torrential rain of cold stars, converged into a single point. Wherever the sword's edge passed, the Fire Jade Talisman shattered instantly, and the exploding ice and fire energy transformed into vast swathes of steam and mist.

"court death!"

Fei Yunzheng sensed the extreme danger, let out a sharp shout, and the Flaming Sun Wheel in his sleeve suddenly burst out with dazzling blood light and spun out.

As the blades spun, it resembled a chilling sunset, bringing the afterglow of death.

"Zheng——!"

A chilling sword rang out suddenly.

Just as Zhao Wuji was about to thrust forward with his sword, his spiritual senses screamed with alarm.

In a flash, his figure swirled like a dragon, and he slashed his sword through the air.

The most powerful sword control technique of the Xuanbing Sword Art—Xuanbing Sword Lotus!
The Frosty Soul Flying Sword suddenly split into nine frost-white sword shadows, blooming in an instant like ice and snow lotuses bursting into bloom in the air.

Layer upon layer of sword energy intertwined to form a net, transforming the area within three zhang around him into an absolute sword domain!
boom!--!
A pillar of fire, as blazing as a small sun, suddenly burst forth from Fei Yun's hands in front of him, carrying a destructive force as it crashed down. The intense flames distorted the air within a radius of ten feet!

"Radiant Sun Reincarnation Technique"

Hua Qingshuang's eyes narrowed suddenly, but her jade fingers unconsciously tightened in her sleeve.

With a loud bang, the entire arena shook!
The moment the blazing pillar of fire collided with the spinning ice lotus, it exploded with red and blue colors. Amidst the rising mist, the ice lotus fragments flew like snowflakes.

Zhao Wuji retreated along with the shattered ice lotus, his blue robe fluttering in the wind amidst the peaks, his hairband falling off.

"Hahaha!"

Fei Yun laughed wildly, "Junior Brother Zhao, I didn't expect you to have even comprehended the Profound Ice Sword Lotus, but do you still have any spiritual power left?"

With a furious roar, he slammed his weapon into the vast expanse of mist.

The blazing sun wheel, carrying a pillar of intense flames, crashed down with a deafening roar!

"Boom!"

The black rock ground exploded with a loud bang, and fragments of rock, engulfed in flames, scattered in all directions.

At this critical moment!
With a whoosh, a cluster of golden light suddenly shot out from the mist like a locust, carrying a sharp force that tore three vacuum tracks through the mist along its path, heading straight for Fei Yun.

Fei Yun was startled and quickly made a hand seal, causing a flash of fire to appear around his body.

laugh!--!
The golden needles instantly turned into molten gold and fell to the ground.

However, at that very moment, a stunning sword shadow suddenly burst forth from the mist!
The Frost Soul Flying Sword suddenly grew larger, merging with its form.

Zhao Wuji moved the Cold Soul Sword to his brow and stood it upright. His eyes were as sharp as swords, and his figure flashed like a ghost as he thrust the sword toward Fei Yun's throat!

"not good!?"

Fei Yun's expression changed. The Blazing Sun Wheel was still humming in front of him, but the deadly cold light had already pierced through the protective fire!
"Zheng——"

The sword rang out clearly, and the tip of the Cold Soul Sword stopped steadily three inches in front of Fei Yun's throat. The chilling sword energy froze half of his face, solidified the blood in his veins, and was icy and bone-chilling.

This sword strike was as swift as thunder splitting the sky and as fast as a shooting star chasing the moon.

The two locked eyes.

Fei Yun's face turned ashen, his eyes filled with a mixture of shock and anger.

Zhao Wuji's eyes were like frost and snow, radiating a powerful aura.

"A sword in hand is still a sword even without spiritual power."

Zhao Wuji gripped the sword with both hands, his voice as clear as a cold spring, "This sword is enough to defeat you."

Fei Yun's eyes were filled with anger, but with the sword tip pointing at his throat, he dared not speak out.

The entire room fell silent, with astonished and admiring gazes fixed on Zhao Wuji.

They had never seen such a magnificent battle before, where martial arts and immortal techniques were fused into one, and sword control and movement techniques were perfectly integrated into the sword. Today, they witnessed its splendor.

This Junior Brother Zhao is truly a born swordsman.

"Senior Brother Zhao," Li Shiyu's lips trembled slightly, her eyes reflecting the figure holding the sword. "One sword paves the way. A bright future awaits. This is what a sword immortal in the end times should be like."

"Do you admit defeat?" Zhao Wuji's sword remained untouched, his voice as still as a deep pool.

Fei Yun's Adam's apple bobbed as he felt the chill on his neck. He forced out two words through clenched teeth: "I admit defeat."

Zhao Wuji swiftly sheathed his sword.

Fei Yun breathed a sigh of relief, but then, remembering his master's instructions, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he shouted to activate the Flaming Sun Wheel.

"Go to hell!"

"careful!"

Hua Qingshuang's reminder had just been given.

With a 'whoosh', a sword light as white as snow flashed by, striking first despite being delayed.

This sword strike was as swift as a white horse flashing past a crack, and as sharp as a dragon's claw emerging from a cave.

"Pfft!"

The moment the blood blossomed, a severed hand flew into the air!
At the wound, frost congealed the blood vessels, and the blood that splattered onto the ground froze into crimson frost.

With a loud "boom," the out-of-control blazing sun wheel crashed to the ground, blasting a crater several feet deep into the Black Rock Dharma Platform.

The flying pebbles froze and fell like frost three feet away from Zhao Wuji.

"what!!"

Fei Yun knelt on the ground and wailed, looking at his severed wrist covered with ice crystals, his expression pained.

Amidst the uproar, only the figure in blue robes stood with his sword on his back, the frost and snow sword aura lingering around him, and his eyes filled with chilling starlight.

"presumptuous!"

Yan Lan suddenly stood up, only to hear Hua Qingshuang's cold voice: "Senior Sister Yan, your disciple has already admitted defeat, yet he still dares to launch a sneak attack? What a show of arrogance!"

Before the words were finished, a streak of ice light pierced into the arena.

As Hua Qingshuang's black sleeves fluttered, six streams of ice condensed into a crystal shield, protecting Zhao Wuji, and the temperature in the entire training ground plummeted.

"Now that Crimson Flame Peak has been defeated," Hua Qingshuang's eyes flashed with cold light, "does Senior Sister intend to disregard her status and personally bully the weak?"

Yan Lan's eyes flickered with crimson flames as she stared intently at Zhao Wuji. After a long while, she finally managed to squeeze out a whispered message through gritted teeth: "Junior Sister Hua, don't be smug about those people from Yunfeng Cave Heaven. They're not as easy to talk to as your senior sister!"

After she finished speaking, she turned and left, not even bothering to glance at the few disgraceful disciples in the arena again.

She's a piece of trash, not worthy of her sympathy, much less of her resources to cultivate her.

Seeing Zhao Wuji fight today made her realize this even more, and her junior sister was also a prodigy who possessed both spiritual talent and fighting skills.

"Uncle Yan, remember the prize you offered in the tiebreaker!"

At that moment, a strong and resonant voice came from afar.

Yan Lan, who had already reached the door, paused, her eyes flashing with anger.

The disciples were stunned, and many of them lowered their heads to suppress their laughter, while Hua Qingshuang's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

"You bastard."

Yan Lan suddenly turned around, and the anger in her eyes receded like the tide, turning into a meaningful smile.

Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was as clear as a spring:

“My good junior brother, your performance today was excellent. As your elder, I will certainly keep my word.”

Suddenly, his tone shifted, and he brazenly transmitted his voice to Hua Qingshuang, saying, "If anything happens to my junior sister Hua in the future and I can't protect you, you can always go to my master's Crimson Flame Peak. My master will not mistreat you."

This method of transmitting sound was extremely clever, allowing Hua Qingshuang to detect that she was transmitting sound without revealing the specific content.

Zhao Wuji was taken aback upon hearing this, and turned to meet Hua Qingshuang's frost-like and snow-like gaze.

"What did she just say to you?" Hua Qingshuang's tone was calm, yet it made the surrounding temperature drop by three degrees.

"Uh, well..." Zhao Wuji chuckled awkwardly, "Senior Sister Yan is quite the joker. To poach someone right in front of the Peak Master, isn't she afraid of biting off more than she can chew? Clearly, she misjudged me."

He suddenly straightened up and cupped his hands: "Now that I have entered Cold Moon Peak, I will only recognize one peak master."

Hua Qingshuang snorted coldly.

"My senior sister is capricious and loves and hates at will. You won, but you had to provoke her. Whatever suffering you suffer later is your own problem."

Hua Qingshuang casually flicked her sleeve, bringing with her a biting cold wind.

The hexagonal ice crystal shield surrounding Zhao Wuji shattered instantly, turning into countless ice shards that fell to the ground.

He watched the departing figure, intending to ask if the person would still be going at midnight tonight.

Seeing that the Flower Peak Master seemed to be in a bad mood, he could only awkwardly stop and avoid provoking her.

I can just go there secretly tonight.

If they don't need his protection, they can simply return; after all, it's dark and windy, and no one will see anything.

It's not shameful to be stood up by your own peak master.
I updated 8,000 words today. I've been updating quite a bit these past few days, and I need to maintain quality, so please be reasonable in your requests for more updates.

Also, a friendly reminder to the twenty-odd readers who skipped chapter 79 and went straight to chapter 80: chapter 79 is actually more exciting.

One last question: did you all enjoy the battle scenes in these chapters? If not, I'll write less of them in the future, because readers have often said that the protagonist is weak and doesn't show off enough. This time, I'll just show off my strength in applying the Xuanbing Sword Technique after learning the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends Sword Techniques, and I basically resolved the situation cleanly and decisively.

However, many readers may not enjoy magical duels, so here's a brief overview.

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