Chapter 50: One Man, One Sword, Terrifying the Multitude of Cultivators

Before the deep night of Mount Qingping,

A dozen figures transformed into streaks of light, rushing headlong toward the summit.

Jiang Sheng stood holding his sword, his voice clear yet carrying a murderous intent: "Within three breaths, anyone who remains on this mountain shall be slain!"

Ning Kang looked at Jiang Sheng, who was making no effort to conceal his aura on the mountain, his eyes filled with ferocity: "I want him dead!"

"If he doesn't die, we won't be able to obtain the treasure!" Lei Zhen added in a low voice.

Chen Ping glanced at the surrounding figures and said, "These people all saw that green light ascending the mountain; they will inevitably clash with Jiang Sheng. There is no need to rush."

Just as Chen Ping expected, those ascending the mountain ignored Jiang Sheng's words entirely, each charging straight ahead, clearly intending to force their way up.

"Do you truly think this Taoist is made of clay?"

A cold light flashed in Jiang Sheng's eyes, and the Qingping Sword in his hand let out a series of soft hums.

Gazing at the figure charging at the very front, Jiang Sheng immediately unleashed a strike.

The cyan sword light sped forth, slicing through everything in its path. The cultivator leading the charge saw the terrifying sword qi rushing toward him and, terrified, hurriedly struck out to defend himself.

A large palm of dark green spiritual energy met the sword qi released by Jiang Sheng.

Chen Ping was somewhat surprised: "Poison Palm Kang Xing?"

In the next instant, the spiritual palm was directly shattered by the sword qi.

The momentum of the sword qi did not diminish. Hiding behind the spiritual palm, Poison Palm Kang Xing watched helplessly as the cyan sword qi pierced through his body, leaving behind nothing but a blood-curdling scream.

"Ah!"

One moment Kang Xing was rushing forward; the next, he was sliced clean in two by the sword qi.

However, the cultivators on either side paid no heed to Kang Xing's gruesome death, instead launching a continuous barrage of spells at Jiang Sheng.

First came a flurry of fine ice needles, scattering like rain toward Jiang Sheng, followed immediately by dozens of golden spears whistling down like falling meteors.

Watching these familiar techniques and the obvious fluctuations in spiritual energy, Chen Ping couldn't help but cry out in shock: "Rain of Ice Needles Han Qianli and Golden Spear Zhang Han? They've arrived as well?"

Yet, facing the dense waterfall of ice needles and the meteor shower of golden spears, Jiang Sheng remained calm.

"Tricks."

As Jiang Sheng casually tossed out two yellow talismans, they instantly transformed into two spheres of raging flames that expanded to ten feet in size.

The roaring flames swallowed the waterfall of ice needles and the meteor shower of spears, neutralizing the techniques of Han Qianli and Zhang Han.

Before Han Qianli and Zhang Han could react in surprise, a streak of cyan sword qi flew out from each of the two flaming spheres.

The sword qi expanded to a foot in length as it met the wind, piercing through the flames and reaching Han Qianli and Zhang Han in the blink of an eye.

Without even time to defend, the two were decapitated by the sword qi.

The two Foundation Establishment cultivators, who had just made such a grand display, were separated from their heads without even a scream, falling into the mountain forest.

Not only Chen Ping, but even Zhao Hong was struck with horror.

Poison Palm Kang Xing, Rain of Ice Needles Han Qianli, and Golden Spear Zhang Han were all Foundation Establishment rogue cultivators who had made names for themselves in the Sea Region.

Yet now, none of these three had lasted a single move against Jiang Sheng; they had perished almost instantly!

Seeing this, Ning Kang's eyes turned bloodshot: "We can't hesitate any longer! If we don't act now, the others will be scared away by Jiang Sheng!"

Lei Zhen also added, "You saw that green light rising into the sky just now, Fellow Daoist Chen. What kind of heavenly treasure is that?"

"If we don't act now, we won't have a chance!"

Chen Ping gritted his teeth: "Attack!"

In the next moment, Chen Ping, Ning Kang, and Lei Zhen stopped concealing their auras and spiritual pressure, charging toward Jiang Sheng in a triangular formation.

"Fellow Daoists! An exotic treasure has appeared in the mountains; everyone should have a share. How can we be content to let one person take it all?"

"The treasure has emerged in the Sea Region; if it is to be taken, it should be taken by the cultivators of our Sea Region! What right does this Jiang Sheng, a man from the East Region, have to seize our Sea Region's treasure?!"

Encouraged by the three, two more cultivators rushed forward.

"You are right!"

"We have the numbers; how can we fear Jiang Sheng!"

Jiang Sheng watched the five figures rushing toward him with cold, emotionless eyes.

Ning Kang was the first to strike. He exerted his full strength to drive the Frost Blade, which transformed into a five-foot-long blade of freezing ice that slashed toward Jiang Sheng.

Chen Ping immediately channeled his magic, summoning dozens of fire sparrows to fly toward Jiang Sheng.

Lei Zhen let out a roar, condensing a ball of cyan-white lightning crackling with terrifying energy between his hands, and hurled it directly at him.

The remaining two also struck, launching a barrage of fire talismans and seven spiritual blades.

For a moment, various spells obscured Jiang Sheng's vision. As five Foundation Establishment cultivators attacked at once, they intended to fight Jiang Sheng to the death.

"Tricks!"

Jiang Sheng's left hand formed a seal, while the Qingping Sword in his right hand flashed with light. In the next instant, the sword left his hand, transforming into a streak of cyan light that sped forward.

The cyan sword light first met the Frost Blade. The five-foot blade of frost cracked upon impact with the cyan light; Ning Kang, who was driving the blade, turned pale, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

In the next moment, under Ning Kang's terrified gaze, the cyan sword light smashed directly through the Frost Blade, shattering the five-foot weapon into a pile of ice shards.

With his magic tool destroyed, Ning Kang was weakened by the backlash.

But the cyan sword light would not let Ning Kang go.

Seeing the intimidating cyan glow whistling toward him, Ning Kang cried out, "Fellow Daoist Chen, Fellow Daoist Lei, save me!"

Chen Ping and Lei Zhen realized something was wrong and hurriedly acted to block the terrifying glow.

However, in the next instant, the cyan glow flickered and split into three!

"Sword Light Division?!"

To the shocked cries of Chen Ping and Lei Zhen, two streaks of cyan sword light rushed toward them individually, while the third streaked out like a startled swan for a thousand feet.

Ning Kang, who had just been crying out for help, was already silent.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Chen Ping and Lei Zhen saw a bloody line across Ning Kang's throat; in the next moment, his head rolled away from his body.

But Chen Ping and Lei Zhen could not afford to care about Ning Kang; the two streaks of cyan light were entangled with them, leaving them no room to divert their attention.

The remaining streak of cyan light, after slaying Ning Kang, whistled toward them once more.

Seeing the cyan light that had killed Ning Kang rushing toward them, the remaining two Foundation Establishment cultivators nearly lost their minds with fear. They hurriedly unleashed their mass of fire talismans and seven spiritual blades to meet the glow.

Jiang Sheng's right hand formed a seal, and as his spiritual energy surged, the cyan light suddenly transformed into lightning.

Before anyone could react, the mass of fire talismans and the seven spiritual blades were suddenly shredded by invisible sword qi, and even the hearts of the two rogue cultivators were pierced through by the sword qi.

Only then did a clap of thunder explode, its echo lingering.

Looking at the cyan light that had returned to Jiang Sheng's side at some unknown point, Chen Ping and Lei Zhen's faces were deathly pale.

"Sword Qi Thunderclap?!"

Not only Chen Ping and Lei Zhen, but Zhao Hong, Zhao Rui, and Zhao Jun were all struck with immense terror.

This was merely the late stage of Foundation Establishment, yet he could already use Sword Qi Thunderclap, and he had just split his sword light into three—that was clearly Sword Light Division.

What incredible talent!

"Fellow Daoist Chen, he certainly won't let us go. Let's fight him to the end!"

Lei Zhen shouted, exerting his full strength to his cultivation technique to fight Jiang Sheng to the death.

But in the next moment, a flash of cyan light passed before Lei Zhen, followed immediately by the whistling roar of thunder.

Lei Zhen opened his mouth, and his vision began to spin.

As his head hit the ground, Lei Zhen's mouth was still open as if he wanted to say something, but in the next breath, the light faded from his eyes.

Seeing this, Chen Ping was so terrified that his entire body went limp. It was too terrifying, too terrifying!

Jiang Sheng was too terrifying!

Kang Xing was dead, Han Qianli was dead, Zhang Han was dead, and along with them, Ning Kang, Lei Zhen, and those two hiding their identities were also dead!

With just one man and one sword, Jiang Sheng had slain seven Foundation Establishment cultivators in less than fifteen minutes!

This gap in strength left Chen Ping with no will to resist.

Gazing at the cold figure in the cyan robe and jade crown standing in mid-air, Chen Ping felt a momentary trance, as if he saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood behind Jiang Sheng.

Just as Chen Ping was about to beg for mercy, a streak of cyan light abruptly appeared, growing larger before his eyes.

The sword qi surged, leaving a deep sword scar in the mountain forest. Chen Ping opened his mouth, and his entire body split open from the crown of his head, splashing warm blood everywhere.

Another famous Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Sea Region was dead.

In the forest, silence had fallen at some unknown point; those lucky enough to be alive stared at the Taoist in the sky with dread.

After a long silence, someone finally showed themselves.

This time, it was the Great Elder of the Zifu Zhao Family, Zhao Hong.

Just as the cultivators hoped that Zhao Hong, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, could stop the god of death Jiang Sheng, they heard Zhao Hong shout loudly: "Daoist Jiang! This old man heard that someone intended to disturb your quiet cultivation, so I have brought the family disciples to assist!"

As this shout went out, the hearts of every living cultivator sank completely.

Jiang Sheng glanced at Zhao Hong and the Zhao Rui and Zhao Jun following behind him. After a moment of silence, he said, "I am indebted to you, Fellow Daoist Zhao."

Zhao Hong felt no embarrassment at all. He surveyed the Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Sea Region, who were either decapitated or sliced in two, and said as if realizing something, "So Daoist Jiang has already eliminated these evil cultivators. It seems this old man has arrived late."

"In that case, this old man will not disturb Daoist Jiang's quiet cultivation."

With that, Zhao Hong hurriedly left with Zhao Rui and Zhao Jun, showing none of the prestige of the Zifu Zhao Family of the Sea Region.

Jiang Sheng watched the three of them leave, then glanced at the rogue cultivators hiding in the woods, too afraid to make a sound. With a casual wave of his hand, he used his spiritual energy to pull in the storage bags and magic tools of Chen Ping, Lei Zhen, and the others. His voice was as calm as water: "I will give you one moment. Anyone who remains on the mountain, this Taoist will show no mercy."

Upon hearing this, the trembling rogue cultivators in the woods scrambled down the mountain, not daring to look back, fearing that they might provoke Jiang Sheng and be slain by a single stroke of sword qi.

Once these rogue cultivators had fled like frightened animals, Jiang Sheng glanced at the forest once more, then turned and returned to his cave dwelling.

The area in front of the cave was a mess; Bai Shang had killed countless beasts to scare away those mindless creatures.

Seeing Jiang Sheng return, Bai Shang hurriedly cleared a clean path. It had been closely watching the battle on Jiang Sheng's side.

Watching Jiang Sheng kill Foundation Establishment beings one by one as easily as killing chickens, Bai Shang's feeling was not much better than those of the rogue cultivators.

Walking back into the residence, looking at the jade-green lotus swaying in the pool, Jiang Sheng finally sheathed the Qingping Sword

"The uninvited guests have left. Once this Taoist has collected the Jade Green Lotus, Fellow Daoist Bai, you shall follow me back to the Qingxuan Temple."