World's No. 1 Swordsman-Chapter 152: Flying Sword Unleashed!

Gunshots, howls, and the Daoist masters' deep, true-essence-imbued shouts echoed all over the area.

The moment the helicopter crashed, a column of flames shot into the sky. The silver-white metal container it was transporting fell and smashed into the sloped grassy field, landing right between the forces of the righteous and corrupt factions.

Wang Sheng jumped down from the vehicle roof. "Senior Sister!"

In response, Mu Wanxuan immediately dashed after him at full speed. However, Fei Lianzi, Gao Shixing, and Monk Huai Jing were even faster than Mu Wanxuan, who was not skilled in movement techniques.

Fei Lianzi had taken flight on his sword. From his sleeves, two flying swords shot toward the corrupt Golden Core Realm cultivator standing amid the flaming explosion. Engaging the man was no different from playing with fire, yet he did not hesitate in the slightest.

However, the opponent didn't even react. The flying swords were effortlessly knocked away.

Wang Sheng made a sword finger with his left hand, tapping the center of his chest. A glow shimmered over his left chest, and his celestial-grade flying sword shot out, transforming into a stream of light that slashed at the nearest corrupt cultivator in front of him.

"Fellow Daoist masters, kill the corrupt cultivators first!" Wang Sheng instructed as he tapped on the sword case with his right hand, catching Spiritless as it sprang out. Its cold gleam was fierce—its killing intent ethereal.

The longsword that he had been polishing earlier had also flown out with the celestial-grade flying sword. The two beams of light streaked forward one after the other, both aiming to kill the cultivator whom Wang Sheng had locked on.

The hands of the corrupt cultivator at the front quickly turned crimson as he reached out to grab the brilliantly glowing flying sword. The eyes behind his demon mask held a trace of mockery.

However, the sword easily slashed past, slicing off and flinging away several fingers. The celestial-grade flying sword then pierced straight through the man's throat, leaving behind a thin trail of blood.

The corrupt cultivator's eyes widened. He could not understand why his Iron Palms, which he took pride in, had failed to catch the sword. Though it was controlled using the Sword-Controlling Art of the Shu Mountains, it still shouldn't have been that powerful.

He staggered forward a few steps before collapsing.

The flying sword that had taken his life also slashed at the people beside and behind him. How could the other corrupt cultivators dare face it head-on? Each resorted to their movement techniques, dodging and leaping away. The celestial-grade flying sword had completely missed its targets.

The righteous and corrupt factions' two hundred total experts charged at each other, all focused on the silver-white metal container. Though the battle had yet to fully begin, both sides were already locked in a deadly stand-off. Aside from the soldiers of the Special Warfare Unit, even the weakest combatants present were already at the mid-stage Seed Formation Realm.

Not even the Five Gods Cult, which had already been obliterated in the light, could compare to the Yin-Yang All-Creation Sect. They had waited a thousand years in the Great Land of the Hua Republic and the Eastern Lands. The power that they had accumulated over countless years was finally being put to use.

Each corrupt cultivator wore a demon mask, making them look as savage and fiendish as vengeful ghosts rampaging in broad daylight.

Right now, all eyes were on the silver-white metal container. The blazing explosion obscured the scene, but after a few seconds, the flames faded.

A brawny man stood in front of the container. He had already set the container upright and left shallow palm prints on its surface. Now, he was attempting to pull open the metal doors.

"Open!"

He roared lowly as the muscles on his back bulged and contracted. A wave of primal qi burst forth from him, the resulting shockwave sweeping out horizontally and blasting two righteous Illusory Core Realm cultivators into the air.

Creak...

The metal container began cracking. The two massive doors opened slightly, revealing the ancient tablet carved with the Yin-Yang Secret Scroll.

"Hahaha! A thousand years! A thousand-year-long wish!"

The man burst into wild laughter as a surge of unparalleled force exploded from him. He forcibly ripped open the metal doors.

At that moment, a cold gleam flashed beside the stone tablet. A short sword then shot out, its blade embedding three inches into the man's chest before he could even react.

His eyes widened as he staggered backward. The short sword followed closely behind.

Soon, a graceful woman emerged from the container. Golden Core Realm aura burst forth from her. Wang Sheng had only known that a Golden Core Realm ally was inside the container, but he didn't know who exactly. Hence, he couldn't help but be shocked to see Jingyun!

His martial aunt didn't have any combat experience two years ago. Unfortunately, he had no time to worry about her. He was already engaged in close-quarters combat against over a dozen corrupt cultivators.

Two palm phantasms, three dark beams, and over a dozen talismans crashed down on him. Nevertheless, Wang Sheng's mind remained perfectly clear. He breathed out sharply and then advanced in a zigzag pattern.

So what if it was one against ten?

Reversed Seven-Star Sword Formation!

Sword radiance flickered like starlight, converging into a river of stars that instantly enveloped a five-to-six-meter area in front of Wang Sheng. Weapons clashed nonstop as sword phantasms pierced through each talisman and deflected away the dark beams.

Wang Sheng was pushing the power of his one-man sword formation as far as his cultivation realm would allow—no, though it was rapidly depleting his true essence, he had unleashed a battle prowess far beyond his cultivation realm through Spiritless.

Two crisp clangs rang out as Gao Shixing leaped beside Wang Sheng, sword in hand. He thrust his longsword forward with dazzling precision like plum blossoms blooming, instantly eliminating a corrupt cultivator who was weaker than him.

Huai Jing, who was beside Gao Shixing, let out a thunderous shout as a burst of golden light surged from him. With a lunge, he broke into a sprint. Golden radiance wrapped around his devil-subduing staff as he shouted resonant Buddhist chants.

With no hesitation, he charged straight into the enemy ranks and swung his staff sideways in a wide arc, clashing against an Illusory Core Realm corrupt cultivator. The latter coughed up blood and staggered back from the raw force of the blow.

On the sloped field, which spanned over a hundred meters, the two sides were already engaged in a full-scale melee.

Though the Special Warfare Unit's sword formations were formidable, the cultivators among them generally had low cultivation realms. Right now, they could only serve as backup in areas where the righteous cultivators were outnumbered.

The ferocity of the corrupt cultivators' assault had already wounded several Daoist masters and Special Warfare Unit soldiers using spells. In nearly every ten-meter stretch of the battlefield, the righteous cultivators were struggling hard due to their numerical disadvantage. Were it not for the seven or eight snipers providing support from the rear convoy, the ruthless, corrupt cultivators could have already overrun their defensive line.

Even Wang Sheng, Fei Lianzi, and Gao Shixing, who were holding the line at the far-right edge of the battlefield remained locked in a stalemate even with Wang Sheng pushing his Reversed Seven-Star Sword Formation to its limits.

Five or six corrupt cultivators had launched a fierce assault on Wang Sheng, but he remained undaunted. He met force with force, temporarily holding off three Illusory Core Realm and two Seed Formation Realm enemies on his own.

His feat was partly due to the fact that corrupt cultivators' cultivation was often impure and chaotic. As practitioners who took shortcuts, they did not have access to the pure true essence that the Daoist sects nurtured.

Sensing that Mu Wanxuan was closing in from behind, Wang Sheng shifted his stance. He repositioned the Seven-Star Sword Formation and deliberately retreated several meters. Afterward, he swiftly swung his left hand in front of him, sending his celestial-grade flying sword soaring into the sky and making it crash down again with deadly precision.

A few corrupt cultivators charging forward had barely taken two steps when two opposing forces erupted behind Wang Sheng. A sharp gust swept through the area, and a faint ten-meter-wide Tai Chi diagram appeared on the ground.

Mu Wanxuan still could not dominate the battlefield alone, especially with so many mid-stage to late-stage Seed Formation Realm and Illusory Core Realm enemies. Hence, she wisely kept her Yin-Yang Grand Formation confined to a ten-meter radius.

Wisps of yin-yang qi wrapped around Wang Sheng, Gao Shixing, and Huai Jing. With their movements unhindered, the three immediately felt lighter on their feet.

Mu Wanxuan then grunted softly. The yin-yang qi within the formation burst, and tendrils of yang qi surged like vines, wrapping tightly around the legs of seven corrupt cultivators. Their spells were disrupted, their talismans dimmed, and their movements halted.

The seven corrupt cultivators' faces filled with terror.

Huai Jing let out a mighty roar and swung his staff down on an enemy's head, shattering his skull. At the same time, Gao Shixing flicked his sword forward, decapitating the head of the corrupt cultivator who had traded seven or eight strikes with him.

However, they had no time to finish off the remaining five.

Brilliant radiance swept down from above. Under Wang Sheng's full control, it carved a dazzling trail as it shot past the five men moving at extreme speed. Before the blade of a celestial-grade flying sword, Illusory Core Realm experts and Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators were all nothing more than flesh with varying degrees of toughness.

Mu Wanxuan and Wang Sheng's sudden burst of power dramatically reduced the pressure in their corner of the battlefield. The righteous cultivators in their area briefly gained the upper hand.

Wang Sheng had anticipated the pivotal impact of Mu Wanxuan's Yin-Yang Grand Formation in turning the tide locally. If Shi Qianzhang had been here and known the full extent of Mu Wanxuan's technique, he would no doubt have said, "That formation of yours sure comes in handy."

With their immediate enemies eliminated, Wang Sheng and the others spun around and charged toward the nearest cluster of combat. However, the enemies had already noticed their strength. A few gazes even fell on Mu Wanxuan.

As their opponents' assault intensified, eight corrupt Illusory Core Realm cultivators immediately intercepted Wang Sheng's group. At the top of the slope, several more combatants leaped into action and locked onto Mu Wanxuan.

Wang Sheng quickly searched for Jingyun, who was fighting the Golden Core Realm enemy. The two were already locked in aerial combat. Though the corrupt cultivator was gravely injured, he still blocked all of Jingyun's attacks with brute force. Neither appeared to have a clear advantage.

Moreover, even with blood pouring from the wound in his chest, the Golden Core cultivator showed no intention of retreating. On the contrary, his gaze was still filled with madness. No one could tell how he managed to remain so fierce despite such serious injuries. Still, considering he had reached the Golden Core Realm by the sixth year of primal qi resurgence, he was undoubtedly extraordinary.

"Fei Yu!" Fei Lianzi shouted as he rushed toward Wang Sheng. "Wind-Chasing Dual Swords! Let's sweep these bastards aside!"

"I'll lead!" Wang Sheng shouted in response.

He held Spiritless in a reverse grip and stood shoulder to shoulder with Fei Lianzi. Moving in perfect unison, they each rapidly drew a complex spell pattern in front of them with their left hands.

The spell arrays flashed faintly. Wang Sheng's celestial-grade flying sword flew over their heads. Two more flying swords followed close behind, darting through the air toward the dozen or so approaching corrupt cultivators.

Wang Sheng and Fei Lianzi then simultaneously chanted, "The sword has no beginning, no end! Limitless heaven and earth, pierce the clouds and chase the wind!"

They pointed their sword fingers forward at the same time, and the three flying swords suddenly flared with dazzling radiance. A thunderous sonic boom reverberated as the flying swords accelerated like phantoms toward the enemy ranks, leaving behind countless afterimages.

At that moment, the celestial-grade flying swords were unstoppable. No one could stand against them.