First Immortal of the Sword-Chapter 1345 - A Punch Sends Him Flying

Determine life and death and ever enmities!

Su Yi’s words were light and airy, yet they contained incontrovertible power.

The entire area sank deeper into deathly silence. Countless people watched with bated breath.

“Please permit me to test the Temple Master first!” said the Painter, facing the other three. His eyes flashed with divine light.

With his handsome features and snow-white robes, he cut an elegant figure.

And when he spoke, his presence transformed.

Boom!

The skies shook violently. Ink-black immortal light surged forth, transforming into an ink-wash painting in front of the Painter.

Within the painting, Laws of the Grand Dao condensed into lotuses on the verge of blooming. They seemed to sway, as if they might come to life at a moment’s notice.

An oppressive pressure swept outward, blanketing the entire area like a hurricane.

“His foundations and aura would have been first-rate even by the standards of antiquity. At the same level of cultivation, less than one in ten thousand could match him!”

Some of the revenants of ancient factions looked stunned.

In life, they’d been prominent experts of the Path of Transcendence. They could tell at a glance that the Painter’s Nascent Divinity Realm foundations were tempered to incomparable firmness. He far surpassed ordinary Transcendents.

“It’s to be expected. In the present day, those in the first group to achieve Transcendence all stagnated at the pinnacle of the Cosmic Enlightenment Realm for countless years, so how could they not have such foundations?” said an older-generation revenant. “What's more, they’re all top experts of their time. Their foundations, breadth of spirit, and talent are all far beyond most of the same cultivation boundary.

“Had they been born back then, with their ability, they would never have needed to worry about the Path of Transcendence. They would've had a real opportunity to shed mortality altogether! The fundamental issue is that they were born in the wrong era. Now that their opportunity has arrived, they can soar to greater heights and display their powerful foundations.”

Countless astonished gazes converged on the Painter.

He’d only just stepped onto the Path of Transcendence, but he had top-notch foundations. Even the revenants of ancient orthodoxies were impressed.

“Come on, then! Let’s fight to our hearts’ content in the vast sea of clouds!” The Painter let out a long shout, then rose into the heavens. His bearing was unrestrained, and his divine majesty shook the world.

Su Yi’s eyebrows rose, and he laughed. Before, this old thing dared not show himself in front of me.

But now, he dares be the first to step forth and provoke me. There’s no doubt about it; reaching the Path of Transcendence has caused his ego to inflate!

“You aren’t going to attack together?” Su Yi swept his gaze across the Fisherman, Deng Zuo, and Yan Daolin.

“Don’t be in such a rush,” the Fisherman said calmly. “If we want to take you down, we’re best off taking things one step at a time.”

Beneath the dome of heaven, the Painter frowned. Does the Temple Master think I’m unfit to be his opponent?

“Very well. Today, we’ll part ways, forever separated by death. No matter how you wish to fight, I’ll play along,” laughed Su Yi before disappearing into thin air.

A moment later, he stood beneath the sky. His aura was as calm as before, with no trace of sharpness.

Boom!

The Painter attacked directly. The scroll painting hovering around him soared into the air and bore down on Su Yi.

Within the painting, the lotuses swayed and silently bloomed.

Black Transcendent-level Laws interwove, flowing between the flower petals.

It was beautiful to the extreme, and dangerous to the extreme!

There was no shortage of Nascent Divinity revenants amongst the audience. When they saw this, even their expressions shifted, and chills coursed down their spines.

Power like that was enough to pose a lethal threat, even to them!

The Painter really wasn’t holding anything back. He’d poured the full power of Transcendent Realm cultivation into this attack! It really could have slain a Nascent Divinity Realm revenant on the spot.

And this was what gave the Painter the confidence to challenge Su Yi one-on-one.

The skies boomed and split open, unable to withstand the power of the scroll painting. Dazzling beams of immortal light shot forth, enveloping everything on all sides.

Su Yi didn’t doge.

He took a step into the air, pressed his fingers together, and slashed the air.

Dazzling sword light flashed into being, shattering the scroll painting.

“Temple Master, you fell for it. My Laws of Spirit Nirvana aren’t so easily blocked!” laughed the Painter.

As his voice rang out, lotuses swayed within the destroyed painting. Countless flower petals fell, enveloping Su Yi completely.

The petals were soft and beautiful, but when they fell, they transformed into quick, forceful arcs of electricity full of explosive, destructive power.

When thousands of them fell at once, their power was enough to kill even Transcendents of the same cultivation!

But Su Yi just let out a soft “oh.” Mysterious, inscrutable Dao Light lit up around him. No matter how forceful the petals were, none could touch him.

“It seems.... That’s all this amounts to,” Su Yi said softly. His glow intensified, destroying the petals with ease.

The Painter’s smile froze in place, but he dared not hesitate. He immediately attacked again.

Whoosh!

Immortal light rose into the heavens, forming a grand scroll painting of the galaxy. It was as if the starry skies had truly descended onto the world below. Heaven and earth darkened, enveloping Su Yi completely.

But mere moments later, a dazzling streak of sword qi arced through the air, ripping through the river of stars and boring a hole through the dome of heaven as it slashed toward the Painter.

“Condense!” The Painter’s voice boomed like spring thunder as a scroll painting transformed into a primordial divine mountain before him.

His attacks turned heaven, earth, and everything in between into his canvas. With each painting he produced, an immeasurably terrifying, lifelike attack followed.

His majesty provoked countless gasps throughout the surroundings.

But what really left the crowd shocked was Su Yi’s combat prowess.

They watched as that rising slash landed, cleaving through the Painter’s primordial divine mountain as if it were made of tofu. It shattered with a bang and split into pieces.

The Painter felt an enormous force slam into him, as if a deity had raised a mountain and flung it at him.

Bang!

The Painter clashed with him head-on, but just like before, this slash left him staggering, his blood and qi churning throughout his entire body. Despite himself, his expression shifted.

Meanwhile, Su Yi had already taken to the skies and attacked.

His blue robes billowed around him, and he fought barehanded, yet invincible, unstoppable sword qi rose around him, bearing down on the entire stretch of sky until it shook violently.

The crowd couldn’t help but be stunned.

“This is the Temple Master’s true strength? He really is terrifying!”

“No wonder the Temple Master dared accept this challenge and come here alone. So, his cultivation base is already strong enough to shake the newly minted Transcendents of the present day!”

“The Temple Master really is pervertedly strong. In ancient times, practically none but the greatest of descendants of immortals from the Immortal Realm could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with him.”

The revenants of ancient orthodoxies were impressed, and their eyes flashed.

The battles at Universal Emptiness Temple and the Divine Forge had displayed Su Yi’s heaven-defying cultivation base to the world.

But now that the crowd was witnessing his magnificence for themselves, they couldn’t help but be stunned!

Boom!

The layers of cloud broke, and everything trembled. A fierce battle raged overhead.

Immortal light surged around the Painter. With every gesture, he seemed to splash ink across heaven and earth, producing all manner of wondrous and unfathomable paintings.

The paintings depicted thunder, fire, raging currents, mountains, rivers, vicious birds, immortal beasts, and all types of unparalleled ferocious creatures.

All of them were powerful to the extreme.

Su Yi’s counterattacks were simple, or rather, tyrannical. He used his fingers as a sword, and with each perfectly straight slash, painting after painting exploded into a colorful rain of light.

As if he were cleaving through rotten wood!

The Painter’s expression was already incomparably solemn, and he no longer dared hesitate. He drew his weapon.

A gray paintbrush seemingly whittled out of wood appeared in his grip.

With a shift of his wrists, the tip hooked in the air.

Crack!

A massive chasm tore open in the skies, and a bolt of dazzling lightning fell, emanating the majesty of the heavens.

Su Yi’s gaze focused slightly. He swung his fists to clash with it head-on, only to stagger backward. The impact damaged his fingers, and the flesh of his hand tore. It was now an indistinct, bloody pulp.

The onlookers were astonished. Despite themselves, their hearts clenched.

“Temple Master, draw your sword!” the Painter said coldly.

The paintbrush reminiscent of the branch of an ancient tree breathed chaotic power, drawing upon the force of its surroundings. The skies instantly surged with dark clouds churning with radiant lightning.

The Heaven-Subduing Brush!

It was made out of a Transcendent-level earthly treasure, Thunder Execution Wood. It could draw upon the power of its surroundings and unleash the astral lightning of the nine heavens!

“I don’t need my sword to deal with the likes of you.” Su Yi swung his arms, circulating the Laws of Manifesting Life. His bloodied right hand was instantly as good as new.

Whoosh!

He shot forth, drawing on the Laws of Flying Life, quick as if he were teleporting, and charged at the Painter.

The dome of heaven trembled. Lightning fell, and radiant electricity illuminated heaven and earth until everything went white. The power was such that numerous revenants’ hair stood on end.

But Su Yi didn’t dodge. His hand clenched into a fist, and he struck the air, like a deity beating a heavenly drum.

Boom!

The waterfall of electricity exploded.

The fist force burst with sword qi. It was as if the skies themselves were descending. This was the power of Profound Ruin, and it swept outward on impact.

The Painter’s expression shifted dramatically. He hurriedly swung the Heaven-Subduing Brush. Only then did he neutralize Su Yi’s attack.

But before he could fight back, Su Yi appeared out of nowhere, seemingly by teleportation, and struck again.

That fair fist glowed with light as radiant as that of a new dawn. When it struck, it was as if the heavens were falling, and indeed, before the fist force even burst forth, the surrounding ten thousand feet of sky collapsed with a bang.

A chill coursed down the Painter’s spine. He defended himself with the Heaven-Subduing Brush with all his might, illuminating the dome of heaven. It was like the descent of a lightning apocalypse.

But before long, the surging waterfall of electricity broke!

Su Yi’s fist force was far too tyrannical. It was like an axe through bamboo as it bore through the skies, slamming ruthlessly into the Painter’s Heaven-Subduing Brush.

Bang!!!

The brush emanating a chaotic aura trembled violently, but in the end, it couldn’t block Su Yi’s fist. The impact sent it flying from the Painter’s grip.

But that wasn’t the end of it. Su Yi’s fist force continued ahead, its power undiminished as it slammed into the Painter’s chest. His defensive treasures and aura shattered with a bang.

A moment later, too many defensive treasures to count exploded, the fragments scattering like a dazzling rain of light.

And the Painter was flung directly backward!

The crowd was astonished. Countless onlookers were left tongue-tied.

Su Yi’s punch had a certain forceful quality to it, as if cleaving through heaven and earth with unassailable spirit! It was so strong as to make one tremble!

Even the revenants of ancient orthodoxies and modern Transcendents like Zhou Hanshan and Zhong Tianquan looked stunned.

The battle had only just barely begun, but even after the Painter drew his Dao Weapon, he couldn’t block Su Yi’s attack. One punch had been enough to send him flying!

This was completely beyond the crowd’s expectations. Su Yi’s tyrannical, forceful methods shook every last spectator to the core.

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