His clothes were white as snow as a crown rested upon his head. Besides a sword of steel, he had nothing else with him.
This youth looked no more than fifteen or sixteen on the outside, though his actual age was hard to discern.
Yan Zhaoge discovered that it was very difficult for him to clearly view the other party’s appearance.
As he gazed at that youth, his mind would waver slightly, his body seemingly about to lose its feeling.
It felt…just like he was dead, his soul not residing in his body.
Still, Yan Zhaoge could be certain that this was not actually a bewildering effect of the other party’s martial arts.
Instead, it was due to his extremely sharp, domineering sword-intent!
It was sharp and domineering to the point that one would be injured just focusing their gaze on him.
Not even knowing what hit them, they would already have died to his sword!
In comparison to this, it seemed like Lin Hanhua’s sword was really much milder.
At the very least, Lin Hanhua’s sharp, domineering sword was still visible to others.
As for this youth, just having thought about looking at him and acted upon it, most people would already have been wounded by this!
Despite his young appearance, this was clearly a famed, peerless cultivator of the sword.
A peak expert of the tenth level of the Martial Saint realm, the Human Exalt stage.
A Human Exalt of the orthodox tradition of Daoism’s Three Clear lineages.
Compared to the Southeastern Exalt Cao Jie who was also a sword cultivator, not speaking of whether this Exalt in the form of a white-clothed youth was stronger or weaker than him, he definitely was sharper and more domineering in nature with even more overt aggressiveness.
Pei Hua actually recognised that white-clothed youth, “Long Xueji?!”
At the same time, Fu Ting said another name, “Are you the…former ‘Little Sword God’, Qian Xueji?”
Yan Zhaoge turned, asking her, “You know him?”
Fu Ting muttered, “I don’t know how he looks like, but this sharp, domineering sword-intent and his white clothes and jade crown-it very much seems like a senior of the past. That senior mysteriously vanished, but who would have thought that…he is actually a martial practitioner of the Prime Clear lineage.”
That white-clothed youth ignored Pei Hua, also not responding to Fu Ting’s words.
His gaze was bone-piercingly cold as it swept the area, finally coming to rest on Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting, “What are the two of you doing here?”
Yan Zhaoge’s eyes narrowed slightly, “He knows Fu Ting, and knows me too…”
“He is actually surnamed…Long?”
Even as he talked to Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting, that white-clothed youth did not cease in his actions.
After splitting the heavenly river with a single sword, he chopped out with another sword towards the green-robed man.
The green-robed man stimulated his high-grade Sacred Artifact to parry it.
Then, a truly shocking scene transpired.
The white-clothed youth’s sword directly cleaved apart his opponent’s high-grade Sacred Artifact!
Yan Zhaoge saw it clearly.
The sword held by this major sword cultivator of the Prime Clear lineage was not a Sacred Artifact or even a spiritual artifact or normal artifact. Instead, it was just an ordinary steel sword which could be seen in human smithies all over the place.
It was completely because of his cultivation base that he had been able to cleave apart that Sacred Artifact.
More terrifying was the fact that the momentum of his sword did not stop with this as it continued descending towards that green-robed man.
“Opponents like you-what does it matter how many there are?” The white-clothed youth said in an indifferent tone, “You really bring much disgrace to the name of Exalts.”
The green-robed man’s gaze looked on the brink of imploding as he tried to struggle.
Yet, struck by that sword, his body was directly cleaved apart into two!
History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 916: Slaying an Exalt
HSSB916: Slaying an Exalt
An Exalt was slain on the spot!
Such a scene was inevitably shocking beyond compare, the very heavens and earth being shaken.
Even more shocking was that the person who had slain the Exalt was not some expert of a higher cultivation level, instead being an Exalt just like him.
However, this had been totally casual for that white-clothed youth.
The Vast Yang Exalt, Pei Hua, did not move forward to help that green-robed youth.
On the contrary, after recognising that white-clothed youth, he had immediately turned and fled!
He ignored even Yan Zhaoge, Fu Ting and the Extreme Yang Seal.
It was just that despite Pei Hua immediately fleeing, that white-clothed youth did not left him go, distantly hacking out with his sword as white-sword qi next instantly arrived in pursuit of Pei Hua.
Pei Hua cried hatefully, “Long Xueji, if you dare to come here, my Immortal Court’s Emperor experts will definitely slay you!”
Garbed in white and adorned with crown, the youth-like Long Xueji said nonchalantly, “Emperors of an external dao will not be able to slay me.”
As his sword descended, the great golden sun instantly dimmed, the sun setting to the west.
Long Xueji strode forward, striking out with another sword.
The sunlight was completely extinguished with space again totally pitch-black.
Pei Hua emitted a tragic groan as one of his arms was hacked off.
White sword-qi wreathed the stump of his wound as the injury ran amok, even continuing to extend further throughout his body.
The white sword-qi travelled up from his wound as more flesh and blood from Pei Hua’s broken arm was shattered and extinguished, further threatening the rest of his body.
Long Xueji raised the sword in his hand for the third time.
As Pei Hua seemed doomed to perish, numerous golden flowers suddenly appeared amidst space, a sea of flowers hence forming.
The golden flowers blocked the white sword-qi. Seeing this, Long Xueji knit his brows slightly.
Pei Hua, meanwhile, was wildly overjoyed.
Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting were both shocked as an extremely powerful will descended.
It was more powerful than Pei Hua.
This aura could only belong to an expert who had already pushed open the door to Immortality!
Traversing the boundary between human and Immortal and becoming a true Immortal, yet having returned to the human realm, descending upon mortal soil.
“You came quite quickly,” Seeing this, despite feeling surprised, Long Xueji was not panicked at all.
He glanced at Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting through the corner of his eyes before shaking his head slightly, red light suddenly flickering on his body as he had already vanished amidst space, as if he had never appeared.
As Long Xueji vanished, those golden flowers vanished as well.
“The person chasing after the Long Xueji guy is gone?” Yan Zhaoge pondered.
He felt that Long Xueji’s final glance at him and Fu Ting before he had left had vaguely contained some feelings of regret.
Relating this to how Long Xueji had recognised him and Fu Ting, Yan Zhaoge felt that if not for that Emperor of the Immortal Court having appeared, Long Xueji might have had some words for him.
Despite his overwhelming power, he did not appear to have malicious intentions towards him.
It was not because he was afraid of that Emperor of the Immortal Court that Long Xueji had left. It was because he wanted to change the location of their battle to protect Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting.
Even as he pondered, Yan Zhaoge did not linger as he called Fu Ting along, leaving together.
However, golden sunlight now lit up before their eyes once more.
Pei Hua had a hostile look on his fac
e as he gazed coldly at the two of them, “Do you really think that you can leave just like that?”
Yan Zhaoge looked rather amusedly at the stump of Pei Hua’s broken arm, “Wounds inflicted by the Immortal Ending Sword are not easy to recover from at all. If no one helps you, you will be crippled for the rest of your life.”
“Instead of looking for a place to treat your injuries now, you still want to battle with us?”
Pei Hua said coldly, “Capturing and illuminating the two of you may indeed be difficult. Still, killing you would pose no difficulty whatsoever.”
Looking at his wound, there was not too much fury and hatred in his gaze as he instead looked somewhat thoughtful, “Even amongst you martial practitioners of the external dao, Long Xueji should also be considered one of the top experts amongst Exalt-level Martial Saints, am I right?”
“While I am not his opponent, others can take care of him.”
Pei Hua turned to look at Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting, “Exactly like how though Shang Jun and Yang Chong were no match for you, I can still capture or kill you as I would like.”
With that, Pei Hua clenched his single fist, directly punching out towards Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting!
As soon as he attacked, white sword-qi instantly surged from the wound on his severed arm once more!
The wound had already virtually spread to his shoulder.
Despite his face being paler, Pei Hua’s expression was cold as he remained unmoved, “It is useless even if you have the Extreme Yang Seal. However inhumanly talented you are, not having ascended to the Immortal Bridge stage, the Extreme Yang Seal’s full might cannot be drawn out as it would not be utilised at its fullest potential.”
His Vast Sun Divine Fist was ferocious beyond compare, seemingly able to destroy the heavens and extinguish the earth as it instantly arrived above Yan Zhaoge’s head.
Yan Zhaoge laughed loudly, “No rush, no rush.”
“It would have been fine if it were Exalts of other lineages. Yet, it just had to be you who cultivate in the Vast Yang Scripture.”
Yan Zhaoge’s smile turned icy cold, “Since that is so, do not just stare at my Extreme Yang Seal. This Yan has better treasures waiting for you.”
Along with the roar of dragons, a palace suddenly appeared.
The door of the palace opened. Amidst the dim space within the palace, blurry radiance which was neither bright nor dark surged, being hard to elucidate in words.
Amidst the radiance was a massive metal wheel.
There were twelve slots on the wheel that slowly rotated alongside it.
While this object simply existed there, quietly rotating at its own pace with utter disregard for all else in the surroundings and not affecting anything as well, after coming into contact with the fist-intent of the Vast Yang Exalt Pei Hua, it suddenly shook!
Pei Hu was taken aback at first. Still, after sensing the concept contained within the metal wheel, his expression instantly changed dramatically!
He roared in rage, “Dim Radiant Emperor, Yin Tianxia!”
The one and only person to have ever pushed open the door to Immortality in the entire history of the Vast Yang Palace, the Vast Yang Emperor who had died to none other than Yin Tianxia that year.
The Vast Yang Emperor had been one of Yin Tianxia’s numerous opponents in that final battle of his life when he had come to the lands of the Immortal Court that year.
His distinctive martial concept and that unique, abundant treasured light of the power of faith were both stimulating the Dim Radiant Wheel now.
One of the main materials for the Dim Radiant Wheel had been Yin Tianxia’s very corpse.
To a certain extent, his final will had been preserved within.
The Dim Radiant Wheel that Yan Zhaoge was usually unable to make use of suddenly moved as it was stimulated by Pei Hua’s fist-intent now.
Amidst endless darkness, radiance arose which forcibly obstructed Pei Hua’s Vast Sun Divine Fist.
A powerful force rebounded on Pei Hua’s body which shook as the wound erupted further on his other shoulder!
Pei Hua stared at Yan Zhaoge, “So you are Yin Tianxia’s descendant!”
Yan Zhaoge chuckled coldly, “If that person had not appeared earlier, inflicting a grave injury on you, what I was originally considering was how to retreat fully intact. Now, however…”
He brought a hand down, the upraised Extreme Yang Seal smashing straight towards Pei Hua’s head!
“Now, what I am considering is-slaying an Exalt!
Pei Hua roared, “What qualifications have you?!”
He sought to retract his palm.
Yet, the Dim Radiant Wheel rotated at this moment.
The radiance scattered, boundless darkness sweeping over.
Pei Hua was actually unable to retract his blow as his fist was forcibly sucked in place by the power of the Dim Radiant Wheel!
The Dim Radiant Wheel had not achieved completion as its power was still far from the level of an Immortal Artifact.
However, the heavily injured Pei Hua was actually unable to quickly extricate himself from its hold.
As the Extreme Yang Seal smashed down towards him, Pei Hua roared loudly, infinite radiance emitted which rapidly formed a golden palace around his entire body.
Protected by the palace, he was temporarily safe from the might of the Extreme Yang Seal.
Both sides descended into a stalemate.
Yet, Pei Hua emitted a muffled groan!
The white sword-qi from his wound was extending rapidly as the flesh and blood of his entire shoulder had already fallen apart, the area of his wound expanding non-stop!
History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 917: The end of the line for the Vast Yang Exalt
HSSB917: The end of the line for the Vast Yang Exalt
The wound inflicted by Long Xueji’s Immortal Ending Sword was hard to suppress as it unceasingly caused Pei Hua’s life force, essence and qi to deteriorate.
Not only had Pei Hua been gravely wounded in their earlier battle, he had lost many accompanying treasures of his as well.
In order to resist Long Xueji’s sword, many treasures of Pei Hua had already been destroyed by the Immortal Ending Sword.
Pei Hua had originally thought that even heavily injured, he should be able to deal with Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting very quickly even if Yan Zhaoge possessed a treasure like the Extreme Yang Seal.
He had not thought that Yan Zhaoge would actually possess the Dim Radiant Wheel.
Despite having yet to become an Immortal Artifact, the Dim Radiant Wheel was still extraordinary.
It was just that Yan Zhaoge still lacked the ability to stimulate and activate it.
While he was not able to, his opponent possessed the ability to do so.
At this moment, the Dim Radiant Wheel seemed to possess a will and mood of its own as it rotated on its own accord to battle this descendant of the former Vast Yang Emperor, the current Vast Yang Exalt Pei Hua.
At the same time, Yan Zhaoge attacked with the Extreme Yang Seal.
Pei Hua who was hard pressed to extricate himself was forced to circulate the true essence of his entire body, externalising it to resist Yan Zhaoge and the Extreme Yang Seal.
If it was usually, Pei Hua was confident that never in a million years would Yan Zhaoge be able to break through his defences.
An Exalt of the Immortal Court was still an Exalt who presided loftily over the human realm. How would any of them be inferior beings?
Yet, the current Pei Hua was gravely wounded.
He had still been able to barely hold on earlier. Now, however, with all his efforts being used to deal with Yan Zhaoge, the Extreme Yang Seal and the Dim Radiant Wheel, his injuries instantly worsened yet further!
His other injuries aside, that wound inflicted by the Immortal Ending Sword of the eternal end would already be fatal if he let his guard down even in the slightest!
That being the case, with Pei Hua having to work on resisting Yan
Zhaoge’s attacks even with this, his injuries which had already been grave originally deteriorated even further.
The white sword-qi sliced through his body, forming several terrifying, intimidating-looking sword scars!
Heavily injured, he was no longer able to sustain himself as the golden palace formed of his protective true essence finally collapsed.
As Pei Hua howled in rage and despair, Yan Zhaoge totally ignored it as he landed a Cyclic Heavenly Seal on the Extreme Yang Seal before the great golden seal smashed downwards.
Thereafter, there were no two suns in the sky.
The great sun hung high. The vast sun had set.
This Exalt of the Immortal Court’s lineage had his head smashed right in by the Extreme Yang Seal!
As Pei Hua died, his injuries ran completely amok as the terrifying white sword-qi spread, ripping his body apart as he died without an intact corpse.
Watching this, Yan Zhaoge shook his head slightly, “I don’t know if I should say that I am lucky or you were unlucky.”
The surrounding space was changing unceasingly as it appeared chaotic and disordered.
Yan Zhaoge did not have time to think too much on his victory as he hurriedly fled alongside Fu Ting.
The disturbance from killing Pei Hua was much more than that from killing Shang Jun.
Moreover, Long Xueji had also slain another Exalt of the Immortal Court here earlier.
As the Buddhists and the Immortal Court battled here in the Loathing Square Heavenly Realm, many top experts were gathered here as someone else from the Immortal Court could arrive at any time.
As they fled, Yan Zhaoge finally had the time to ask Fu Ting, “Who exactly was that expert of the Prime Clear lineage from earlier?”
Fu Ting said with a rather complex expression on her face, “Two hundred years ago, there was a supremely talented youngster who rose to prominence in the World beyond Worlds, his origins a mystery. His sword shook the world.”
“His name was Qian Xueji, and he travelled solitarily with his sword about the entire World beyond Worlds, being invincible amongst those of the same cultivation level. He was acclaimed as the ‘Little Sword God’. Some even nicknamed him ‘Three Swords Qian’ after how no martial practitioner at the same cultivation level as him could receive his three swords.”
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