Chapter 402 - 403: One Sword, Slashing the Nine Heavens

BAM!

The Drunken Sword Spirit’s entire body slammed heavily into a nearby mountain peak, getting embedded right into it.

He smashed the mountain, causing half of it to collapse.

’What’s going on?’

’Where did this torrent of Spiritual Qi come from?’

The Drunken Sword Spirit shook his dizzy head and looked toward the torrent of Spiritual Qi, trying to figure out what was happening.

But just then, Su Mo opened his mouth and took another great inhale.

WHOOSH!

Another torrent of Spiritual Qi surged forward, this one even more violent.

BAM!

Under the Drunken Sword Spirit’s ferocious impact, the remaining half of the mountain instantly turned to dust, kicking up a sky-filling cloud of Smoke and Dust.

What was even more terrifying, however, was that his Spirit Body had actually grown somewhat transparent.

"Oh no, my Realm has fallen!"

The Drunken Immortal Spirit’s expression changed drastically.

He had a Spirit Body.

Every time a torrent hit, it would siphon some Spiritual Qi from his Spirit Body, stripping him of the Spiritual Qi within and causing his Realm to continuously drop.

Originally a Late Stage Martial Venerable, he had now fallen to the Early Stage and was in danger of dropping to the Martial Emperor Realm at any moment.

"What in the world is happening?!"

The Drunken Immortal Spirit cried out in despair, but no one answered him.

Though he was immortal and had lived for ten thousand years, he couldn’t take this kind of abuse.

WHOOSH!

Just then, a third torrent of Spiritual Qi appeared.

"Again..."

The Drunken Sword Spirit’s face turned dark with despair.

If he were hit by the torrent of Spiritual Qi again, he would fall completely to the Martial Emperor Realm.

’Run!’

The Drunken Sword Spirit let out a desperate roar, but the rampaging torrent of Spiritual Qi pinned him tightly against the mountain.

No matter how he struggled, it was useless.

Just then...

BOOM!

The Ninth Floor Master suddenly appeared before him, blocked the torrent of Spiritual Qi, and grabbed him to escape.

"What was that all about?"

the Drunken Sword Spirit asked, still shaken.

The Ninth Floor Master pointed in Su Mo’s direction. "Look over there..."

"Master..."

The Drunken Sword Spirit stared at Su Mo in horror.

He saw a surging, roiling torrent of Spiritual Qi flowing into Su Mo’s mouth and nose, being completely absorbed into his body.

The Drunken Sword Spirit exclaimed, "So it was Master’s doing... Wait, there’s something off about Master. No wonder he’s so strong."

"To cause such a huge commotion with a normal cultivation session... Elder Su must be the first person in history to do so,"

the Ninth Floor Master marveled.

The Drunken Sword Spirit agreed. "Master’s cultivation method is indeed tyrannical!"

Even he, who had lived for ten thousand years and personally witnessed a Martial Emperor’s cultivation, was profoundly shocked by the scene before him.

A moment ago, he had been unconvinced, thinking Su Mo told him to stay away for fear of him peeking.

Now, he was completely in awe.

If Su Mo hadn’t warned him beforehand, he would have been sucked dry by now.

"Get further away!"

The Drunken Sword Spirit retreated a thousand meters, wiping away a cold sweat. He asked uncertainly, "We should be safe now, right?"

The Ninth Floor Master looked around and realized he and the Drunken Sword Spirit had ended up outside the main gate of the Haoyue Sect.

"At this distance... we should be safe!"

the Ninth Floor Master said.

Su Mo was sitting cross-legged in the central area of the Haoyue Sect, a full thousand li from the main gate, surrounded and protected by a Grand Array.

Normally, it would be difficult for Su Mo’s power to affect them.

But who would have known...

RUMBLE!

The Spiritual Qi outside the main gate suddenly began to fluctuate violently, forming an even larger torrent that whipped up monstrous waves.

Once again, the two were swept into the center of the Spiritual Qi torrent.

"You’ve got to be kidding me."

The Drunken Sword Spirit’s face turned green.

They had fled all the way out here, and Su Mo’s power still reached them.

’What a monster!’

Helpless, the two could only retreat further, finally managing to avoid being too affected by the Spiritual Qi torrent.

’I’ve fallen to a Martial Emperor?’

The Drunken Sword Spirit looked at his Spirit Body in frustration. He saw that it had become even more transparent than before; he had been severely wounded.

Now, he was only at the Martial Emperor Great Perfection Realm.

The Drunken Sword Spirit grumbled, "Damn monster. Just being a little too close while you cultivate is this dangerous."

"Elder, look..."

the Ninth Floor Master reminded him frantically.

The Drunken Sword Spirit looked up in confusion. He saw that the ruins of the Haoyue Sect, once dense with Spiritual Qi and lush vegetation, had now become barren mountains.

All the plants had withered.

A deathly stillness!

"Holy shit!"

The Drunken Sword Spirit was so scared he cursed out loud on the spot.

This scene was dozens of times more devastating than when Granny Sha used Hundred Flowers Withered Bones. Anyone who didn’t know better would think this was a graveyard.

Not a trace of Spiritual Qi could be found in the air.

Not even a single blade of grass had survived.

A cold sweat dripped down the Drunken Sword Spirit’s back. He asked suspiciously, "Ninth Floor Master, you don’t think my master is some kind of monster, do you?"

The Ninth Floor Master shook his head.

He didn’t know if Su Mo was a monster, but he did know that Su Mo was a freak the likes of which had never been seen before.

A total monster!

Just then, Su Mo slowly opened his eyes. Feeling the surging, torrential power within him, he said excitedly, "Heh heh, I’ve finally reached Grandmaster Great Perfection. Not bad, not bad. But I’m not done cultivating yet."

With a casual wave of his hand, another Long Yuan fell into his palm, and he swallowed it.

True Dragon Supreme Fist Skill!

WHOOSH!

Su Mo stood up and raised his hand. A gigantic, golden fist appeared in the sky above the Haoyue Sect.

Its terrifying might was like the descent of divine punishment.

The Drunken Sword Spirit said in terror, "That damn monster—no, wait, Master, what is he trying to do now? Does he want to punch a hole through the sky?"

"Quick, hide!"

the Ninth Floor Master reminded him, his face pale with shock.

The power of that punch was too terrifying.

Even from a thousand li away, he could feel the dazzling, heavenly might radiating from Su Mo’s fist—a power that could vaporize him instantly.

The two of them quickly hid behind a mountain peak.

And that wasn’t all!

The Ninth Floor Master also summoned over a hundred Spiritual Soldiers to block in front of them and deployed several thousand defensive light barriers. Only then did he manage to breathe a sigh of relief.

Just then...

BOOM!

Su Mo’s punch slammed into the sky, instantly leaving a deep, massive fist imprint upon it.

In that instant, the very sky shattered.

Staring at the terrifying power, the Ninth Floor Master swallowed hard, completely dumbfounded.

’So this is what it looks like when Su Mo goes all out?’

’It’s too horrifying!’

’He even shattered the sky.’

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Su Mo threw over a thousand consecutive punches before he finally stopped.

The once clear, boundless sky was now smashed to pieces by Su Mo, and a torrential downpour began to fall.

"Did Master really punch through the sky?"

the Drunken Sword Spirit said, dumbfounded.

However, before he could even process it, he saw a world-shocking streak of Sword Qi shoot straight up into the high heavens.

True Dragon Supreme Swordsmanship!

SHIIING!

The Sword Qi carved a deep gash across the high heavens.

"This..."

Seeing that terrifying Sword Qi, the Drunken Sword Spirit froze on the spot, his entire body trembling violently.

You must understand, he was created by the Drunken Sword Martial Emperor from his own Residual Soul.

He himself was extremely proficient in the Sword Dao.

In terms of Sword Dao attainment alone, he was not even inferior to powerful existences at the Martial Emperor Level.

But this single sword strike made him shrink back in fear, filling him with a profound sense of awe and submission, so much so that he wanted to kneel and surrender to it on the spot.