Chapter 134: A sword named Wushuang

Chapter 134: The Sword Named Peerless "Senior, you're getting anxious, you're getting anxious." Xiao Chen teased with a beaming smile, showing not the slightest hint of reverence or fear in his eyes. "You brat, you're trying to anger me!" As the phantom spoke, the aura around him suddenly erupted, a terrifying presence enveloping the entire great hall. Xiao Chen met the pressure head-on with his own aura and said, "I'm just trying to witness the strength of Senior for myself before deciding whether it's worth staying here. If you're not worthy of me remaining, then I'll simply turn around and leave." The phantom was momentarily stunned. He had lingered in this hall for countless ages and seen many prodigies. But each one of them, upon seeing him, would behave with utmost respect, hoping to obtain a supreme inheritance from him. Unfortunately, those fools lacked vision and only cared for Saint-level techniques. He could casually throw out a Saint-level sword technique and send them off. But the brat before him was entirely different from those so-called prodigies. He sneered and said, "Young man, you've succeeded in catching my attention. Let me tell you, I was once a Supreme Divine King who followed His Majesty to conquer the myriad realms. My Slaughter God Sword Technique shook the world, and I was revered as the Heaven-Treading Divine King." After hearing that, Xiao Chen instinctively asked, "So, Senior walks the path of the Slaughter God Sword Dao—one strike to slay gods, killing gods if they block, and Buddhas too if they stand in the way." The more he spoke, the more excited he became, his eyes filled with intense fighting spirit. Hearing the change in Xiao Chen's tone, the phantom's lips curled into a faint smile. "Kid, your tongue may be sharp, but you have some insight. That’s right, my path is the Slaughter God Sword Dao—invincible among peers. Even against a Divine Emperor, I could retreat unscathed." "Sounds pretty impressive." Xiao Chen murmured, his gaze toward the phantom growing more fervent. "Kid, want to learn it?" The phantom paused deliberately. "I’ll teach you." "No, no, thank you for the kind offer, Senior. But if you don't mind, I'd rather witness your Slaughter God Sword Intent firsthand," Xiao Chen refused without a second thought. The Slaughter God Sword Technique might sound domineering, but if it couldn’t even overcome someone of a higher realm, then what was the point of learning it? "Impudent!" The phantom roared in fury. "You’re just at the first level the Heavenly Origin Realm, and you dare challenge me?" But Xiao Chen was unfazed and said with a smile, "Isn’t Senior curious about where my confidence comes from? The confidence to reject your Slaughter God Sword Intent?" ??? The phantom froze. He was annoyed, yes, but seeing such an interesting brat, he truly didn’t feel like killing him off right away. "Kid, since you want to witness my Slaughter God Sword Intent, I’ll grant your wish. Let you open your eyes a little. This strike—I will suppress my cultivation to the first level the Heavenly Origin Realm, and the sword intent will only be at the 'Great Success' level. Let’s hope your sword is as sharp as your tongue and not broken in one strike!" "Senior, how generous!" Xiao Chen cupped his hands, then took a step back and slowly raised the longsword in his hand. "Slaughter God Sword Technique—Slash!" The phantom shouted, and from his mouth shot a flash of sword light—fast as lightning, loud as thunder, tearing through the air. There was no phenomenon, no overwhelming pressure. Yet this seemingly ordinary strike made Xiao Chen’s soul tremble. If he took that strike head-on, he would die! He no longer held back and unleashed all the power within his body: "Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin!" Clang! The moment Xiao Chen struck, countless sword auras suddenly appeared behind him. These sword auras instantly converged at the tip of his blade and thrust forward along with his movement. Boom! The two sword lights collided mid-air with a deafening explosion. They nearly shattered the entire divine hall. ‘Good brat!’ ‘If not for the power I left behind supporting this temple, it would’ve collapsed by now.’ Just as this thought passed through the phantom’s mind, he suddenly saw a faint sword glint pierce through his remnant soul. At the same time, a soft voice echoed in his ear. "Senior, you’ve lost." "This is impossible!" The phantom roared in disbelief. "If you don’t believe me, take a look at the wall behind you," Xiao Chen said as he slowly withdrew the longsword in his hand. With just a sweep of his divine sense, the phantom saw a faint sword mark left on the wall behind him, still carrying traces of Xiao Chen’s sword intent. "You... you brat, you're only at the Heaven Origin Realm, and your sword intent is only at the 'Great Success' level—how could you possibly break my Slaughter God Sword Intent?" Xiao Chen said indifferently, "Senior’s Slaughter God Sword Intent is indeed powerful—it's the third strongest sword intent I've ever seen. But compared to the Invincible Sword Dao, it's still just a lesser path." Hiss... The phantom instinctively drew in a sharp breath, then exclaimed in shock, "You... you brat have already stepped onto the path of the Sword Dao?" "Senior truly lives up to the title of a former Divine King—your insight is sharp," Xiao Chen replied with a grin. "I..." The phantom was momentarily at a loss for words. This brat’s sword was even sharper than his tongue. "Forget it. Someone like you wouldn’t value my Slaughter God Sword Intent anyway. I’ve got nothing here that’s worth teaching you. Go on." Xiao Chen blurted out instinctively, "Then wouldn't that mean I came here for nothing?" ??? The phantom looked at Xiao Chen with a face full of question marks. "Which old monster raised a brat like you? How are you so..." Xiao Chen chuckled. "My master’s name isn’t one that ordinary people can know. By the way, Senior, that sword in the statue looks quite good. May I take it with me?" "You’re quite polite for a brat." The phantom sneered. "That sword is a divine weapon. It already has its own spirit. If you can get it to acknowledge you as its master and follow you willingly, then take it." "What must I do to confirm that the divine sword has recognized me?" Xiao Chen asked, striking while the iron was hot. "If you can draw it from its sheath, that will be proof." The phantom then added, "But let me remind you—this sword chooses its own master. Back then, even I had to reach the level of a Grand Saint before I could fully subdue it and draw it." Xiao Chen didn't take the phantom’s words seriously. "What’s its name?" The phantom replied, "I don’t know its original name. It was brought back as a trophy by an Immortal Emperor from my Taixu Immortal Sect. I named it 'Slaughter God' after obtaining it." Hearing this, Xiao Chen walked slowly to the statue, then leapt up and retrieved the longsword from its hand. He examined the sword carefully. It was three feet and three inches long, its hilt jet-black with clear patterns. The scabbard matched the hilt in color and was inscribed with all sorts of symbols. These markings weren’t merely decorative—they seemed to serve as seals to restrain the sword’s divine edge. "'Slaughter God'... Such a name doesn’t suit you. In my view, a divine weapon like you deserves the name 'Peerless'. I wonder if you would be willing to accompany me on the path of invincibility?" The moment Xiao Chen said this, the phantom gave him a disdainful glance. With a mocking tone, he said, "Brat, this is a divine weapon. You won’t sway it with words alone." "Senior makes a fair point." Xiao Chen smiled and poured all of his sword intent into the blade. "Peerless, feel my Invincible Sword Intent. If you’re willing, then cry out three times!" "Heh." The phantom sneered, continuing to wait for the brat to embarrass himself. He was already thinking about how to mock him afterward. But the next moment, the divine sword let out a long, resonant cry. Clang... Clang... Clang... Three sword cries rang out, and at the same time, a brilliant light burst from within the divine sword. A gleam of joy appeared in Xiao Chen’s eyes as he slowly drew the longsword—Peerless—from its sheath. In an instant, the entire grand hall was flooded with dazzling sword light. The phantom stood there in complete shock. 'What the hell—just who is this brat’s master?' It was only after a long while that he finally murmured, "The younger generation is truly to be feared..." ==================================================================================== Get access to 20 chapters in advance and enjoy 2 daily updates by supporting the series. Available on Patreon: /Alex_Cruise or Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/anish_44