Chapter 283: Heavenly Martial Conquering the Profound First Blade!

Wu Chi's composure was beginning to crack.

Right in front of him, Wang Ping had completely stopped fighting back. Securely enveloped by a beam of heavenly light, he didn't even bother to defend against Wu Chi's attacks.

No matter how Wu Chi struck, it was all in vain.

Even as a disciple of the Great Majestic Virtue Wisdom King and one who delighted in battle, he couldn't help but feel a wave of nausea when faced with this situation.

This wasn't a duel of spells at all!

It wasn't that his side wasn't trying hard enough, but that the enemy had a Qi Refining expert backing them.

Fuck this!

At this thought, Wu Chi no longer wanted to fight. But just as he pulled back to retreat, Bukong's heavy urging suddenly echoed in his ears:

"Why did you stop?"

"Keep fighting!"

Up in the Cosmic Deep Space, Bukong cared nothing for Wu Chi's frustration. After all, as long as Mingyou remained distracted protecting Wang Ping, Bukong could continue to hold the upper hand.

As for the thoughts of a lower-ranking cultivator, they didn't matter in the slightest. Weren't subordinates meant to take the blame for their superiors anyway? Besides, given how difficult the current situation was, a lower cultivator ought to think of their betters and the entire Brahma Nation. They should take the initiative to shoulder the responsibility and withstand the pressure. Otherwise, why would I bother supporting you?

"Maintain the assault. Do not stop."

Alongside the command, Bukong didn't forget to dangle a carrot in front of Wu Chi: "If you want to advance, do this well. Succeed here, and I'll give you extra points for the Buddhist examination after this battle."

The effect was immediate.

At the mention of extra points for the Buddhist examination, Wu Chi, who had been fully prepared to slack off, instantly perked up. His eyes brightened, and he launched another fierce offensive against Wang Ping.

Wang Ping, however, turned a deaf ear to all of this.

At this moment, his entire mind was immersed in his Divine Intent. The Heavenly Martial Campaign Profound Armor on his body circulated, transforming into surging waves of enlightenment that flooded his sea of consciousness.

With Mingyou's empowerment, not only did he have the Discerning Truth and Illusion Illuminating Qi lighting his spark of wisdom, but he also had the Transmitting Brightness Inheriting Obscurity Treasury-Guarding Qi passing down the Martial Dao. Layered upon each other, Wang Ping finally formed a vague framework in his heart for his own martial arts. They were no longer just pavilions in the air.

'What I want to create is a blade technique.'

Ever since he crossed over to this godforsaken place, his strongest and most accustomed skill had always been the blade. Even his Divine Intent was tied to it.

The blade was the courage of all weapons; none but those with great bravery could wield it.

'My Divine Intent lies in rebellion, in defiance. It prioritizes sheer guts above all else. Only by holding a blade and swinging it can I unleash this intent to its absolute limit.'

With this thought, four martial arts successively surfaced in Wang Ping's mind. They were the supreme techniques of the four contemporary Great Grandmaster Rank experts of the Martial Dao, and he called upon all of them.

Tathagata Divine Palm.

Great Law of the Azure Sky.

Pre-Heaven Body-Breaking Formless Weapon Qi.

The Azure Sea Turns to Emptiness.

These four peerless martial arts were like precious materials used in artifact refinement. They were all tossed into the furnace constructed by Wang Ping's Divine Intent, to be smelted by the Purple-Azure Tushita Fire.

In a trance, Wang Ping seemed to witness the lives of the four Great Grandmaster Rank experts. He saw scenes of their rise, their struggles, their attainment of True Martial, and their ascent to Divine Communion and Manifesting Divinity.

None of this could be separated from a single woman.

The pioneer of the contemporary Martial Dao: the First Seat.

'This is... a legacy.'

Wang Ping snapped his eyes open, sensing a familiar fluctuation. That was right—this was the sensation of touching a legacy. It was the legacy the First Seat had left upon the heaven and earth!

Compared to the Great Rebellion Exploits, this legacy seemed incredibly tiny, like a firefly before the bright moon. Yet Wang Ping could clearly feel the vibrant vitality within it. With every passing second, it was growing stronger. This was the legacy named Pioneering the Martial Dao, and it was the very source of all Martial Dao!

"Huuu..."

Wang Ping let out a long breath. As he exhaled completely, his Divine Intent also circulated to its absolute peak, triggering the profound mystery of the Heavenly Martial Campaign Profound Armor.

Kindling Flame!

"Fourfold War God, come out!"

As his words fell, figures of light sequentially surfaced behind Wang Ping. They transitioned from illusion to reality, genuinely stepping out of thin air to line up on his left and right.

They were four people.

Looking closely, they were none other than a white-browed Zen master, a robust Daoist priest, a scruffy old man, and a luxuriously dressed middle-aged man, each radiating surging Divine Intent.

Shenlong Temple, Chan Master Longshu.

Qingtian Cult, Daoist Tianxin.

Corpse Liberation Ground, Tomb Guardian.

Guanchao City, King of Linjiang.

Before this, the Kindling Flame mystery of the Heavenly Martial Campaign Profound Armor had merely allowed Wang Ping to call upon the supreme techniques of these four Great Grandmaster Rank experts. Yet, as Mingyou lit up the Transmitting Brightness Inheriting Obscurity Treasury-Guarding Qi, this mystery underwent a complete rebirth, enabling Wang Ping to directly summon them out to assist in battle!

The next second, Wang Ping moved.

Boom!

With that movement, Mingyou almost impatiently withdrew all the profound mysteries enveloping Wang Ping, allowing him to unleash the insane, surging power welling up within him.

On the other side, Wu Chi was equally overjoyed at this sight.

He had been desperate for Wang Ping to come out of that turtle shell and clash with him head-on. Thus, without any hesitation, he hoisted his Dragon-Subduing Staff and smashed it downward.

However, the moment their strikes collided, his expression drastically changed.

Wang Ping, who had previously only been able to barely block such a strike, now stood entirely immovable. Instead, it was Wu Chi whose Dharma Body uncontrollably staggered backward.

No, he didn't just stagger.

He was sent flying backward!

The surging, torrential power had skyrocketed to more than five times what Wang Ping had possessed earlier. This inconceivable explosive strength caused Wu Chi's eyes to snap wide open in shock.

Meanwhile, Wang Ping was completely immersed in the thrill of unleashing his power. For a time, he felt his blood boil. Gripping the Battle-Victorious Demon-Quelling Blade—now blazing with raging fire and echoing with the Resplendent Crow's long cry—he dragged the figures of the four Great Grandmaster Rank experts along and caught up to the retreating Wu Chi in the blink of an eye.

Slash! Hack! Cleave!

Strike after strike, Wang Ping's chopping addiction completely flared up. Behind him, the manifested figures of light of the four Great Grandmaster Rank experts also launched relentless, full-force bombardments.

These four figures of light were constructed entirely from the profound mystery of the Heavenly Martial Campaign Profound Armor. They were no different from Wang Ping's own martial arts, except each specialized in a single supreme technique. Now, cooperating with each other to assist Wang Ping, the increase in combat power was no longer as simple as one plus one—it was an exponential explosion!

'What's going on...??'

Faced with Wang Ping's frenzied onslaught, Wu Chi was completely suppressed. As time passed, he only felt Wang Ping's blade growing heavier and heavier.

And sharper and sharper!

Wu Chi didn't understand at all. At first, he had been able to barely hold his ground, but the more he put his all into defending, the more flaws appeared in his guard, until finally, he could no longer sustain it.

Only Wang Ping knew the exact reason.

Conquering the Profound!

Empowered by this profound mystery, as long as Wang Ping held the upper hand, he could perfectly counter his enemy. For Wu Chi, this naturally meant every blade strike was stronger than the last.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The ceaseless flashes of the blade and the sounds of chopping and colliding grew increasingly rapid. Often, before the previous echo could fade, a new one would erupt, eventually blurring into one continuous roar.

Throughout this process, the furnace constructed by Divine Intent in Wang Ping's heart trembled ever more violently. Using the supreme techniques of the four Great Grandmaster Rank experts as a foundation, he touched the legacy of Pioneering the Martial Dao left by the First Seat. Coupled with the enhancement of the Heavenly Martial Campaign Profound Armor, it ultimately condensed into a single beam of light deep in his eyes.

The divine furnace opened, and the blade intent emerged!

Once upon a time, Wang Ping had borrowed the all-slaying blade intent of the Heaven's Will Profound Blade. However, the blade intent manifesting this time was entirely different.

This was a blade intent that belonged to him.

Or rather, it was the intent of the Martial Dao. It was the resolve of the First Seat—who had gathered the entire foundation of the contemporary Martial Dao and bestowed it upon him—invested into this very strike.

It was what they called:

"Heavenly Martial Conquering the Profound First Blade!"

The next second, the figures of light of the four Great Grandmaster Rank experts behind him simultaneously ignited their Divine Intent, violently collapsing and entirely empowering the Battle-Victorious Demon-Quelling Blade in his hand.

The instant the blade struck, Wu Chi's eyes were torn apart by the blazing white blade light, weeping streams of bloody tears. A searing agony of raging fire washed over his entire body, and profound visions flooded his sea of consciousness. He simply saw a crowd of mortals, shouting about things like bonds and the Martial Dao, actually charging right at him!

Shing—!

The melodious chime of the blade rang out, moving from far to near.

Wherever it passed, heaven and earth were cleaved in two, and all profound mysteries were severed. Wu Chi's proud Yamantaka-Subduing Vow was thus silently sliced in half at the waist.

And then, it exploded!

For a moment, only a single thought remained in the heart of this Brahma Nation true transmission disciple under the Great Majestic Virtue Wisdom King:

'Is this even human!?'

Though he, Wu Chi, wasn't considered the absolute cream of the crop among the Brahma Nation's true transmissions, he was nonetheless an Opening Wisdom Brahma Cultivator with the combat power of the Tribulation Transcending Third Layer. What was more, he had utilized the avatar of a great vow.

Yet as a result, he couldn't even withstand a single blade strike?

What kind of blade was this?

Wu Chi's consciousness rapidly grew muddled. The Yamantaka-Subduing Vow catastrophically crumbled, taking his physical body down with it and leaving only his divine sense behind.

'Run... I must run!'

At this thought, Wu Chi desperately gathered his divine sense, only to find that it was currently still ablaze with rolling golden fire. This was the profound mystery left behind by the Battle-Victorious Demon-Quelling Blade.

Resplendent Crow!

Aside from obscuring the opponent's divine sense when the blade was drawn, this profound mystery also left behind a kindling flame after striking the enemy, continuously incinerating the foundation of their life.

Right now, Wu Chi was a victim of this very move. The kindling flame was deeply rooted and extremely difficult to extract. He could only forcibly suppress it for the time being, hoping just to escape with his life first.

But how could Wang Ping give him that chance?

"Trying to leave?"

Wang Ping reached out and made a grabbing motion, immediately preparing to circulate the Object-Stealing Thief to snatch over the dying Wu Chi and completely cement his victory here.

After all, Mingyou had helped out a tiny bit midway through this duel of spells. Though he had delivered the final strike himself, the feedback from the Great Rebellion Exploits was still somewhat lacking. However, as long as he thoroughly killed Wu Chi and then finished off Jin Hai, the accumulated legacy should be enough to completely overturn his locked Divine Powers!

"No! Great Monk, save me!"

In that instant, Wu Chi seemed to sense the life-and-death crisis and couldn't help but shriek in terror. Yet, high up in the Cosmic Deep Space, Bukong had absolutely no intention of coming to the rescue.

On the contrary, he even halted his ongoing assault on Mingyou.

On the other side, as if by prior agreement, Mingyou also retracted all profound mysteries. Together with Bukong, Mingyou looked up toward that magnificent battlefield situated even higher and farther away.

And so, all phenomena fell into dead silence.

From that even higher place, from within the twenty-four-colored radiant glow that remained as bright as ever despite being besieged by the four Wisdom Kings, a cold sigh of praise finally drifted out:

"Good, good, good!"

Three words of praise, yet they weren't directed at Wang Ping, nor Mingyou, Bukong, or anyone present, but at a certain woman who wasn't even there.

"What a First Seat of the Martial Dao. What a Lian Ruzhao!"