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Chapter 511: I’ll Grant You Death Within Three Strikes

But what they couldn’t understand was why Su Yi had come here despite knowing full well that Elder Zhou wanted to kill him.

Even more unbelievably, he\'d directly challenged an elder! This went against all of their expectations.

After all, Zhou Fengzhi was an early-stage Spiritual Manifestation cultivator, an inner sect elder of the Fulcrum of Heaven Sword Sect. How could a mere Origin Palace youth contend with him?

Jiang Li was alarmed and uncertain. Su Yi was simply too bold, to the point that it seemed unreasonable.

Even Zhou Fengzhi was stunned. His sinister gaze flashed like lightning as he looked at Su Yi. “Despite knowing full well that I wish to kill you, you dare provoke me? Does that mean you’ve already prepared ample trump cards?”

“Trump cards?” Su Yi shook his head. “Do I need trump cards to kill someone like you?”

His tone was casual and rife with unconcealed disdain.

“Brazen!” Zhou Zhiqian couldn’t help but laugh coldly. “Su Yi, in the Great Zhou, perhaps no one could defeat you, but this is the Great Xia! That wild conceit of yours will surely bring disaster upon you! Of course, I’m worried you won’t live through the night!”

The other Fulcrum of Heaven Sword Sect disciples revealed mocking grins.

“Fellow Daoist Su, I’m your opponent!” Yu Wenshu stood over Goldenscale Lake, and his steely voice emanated from afar. Rain poured down around him, and his sword intent surged. His voice carried a rare hint of anger.

Tonight was supposed to be?his?duel with Su Yi.

Who’d have thought that, despite his status as the sect’s younger generation sword chief, he’d wind up completely overlooked…?

The group could sense Yu Wenshu’s anger.

Zhou Fengzhi said directly, “Su Yi, I agreed not to intervene in your duel with Yu Wenshu, so you two can go ahead and fight now.”

“You just want to seize this opportunity to see just what cards I’ve got up my sleeves and why I dared come here to kill you tonight,” said Su Yi with a jeer.

Zhou Fengzhi’s heart shook and his eyes flashed.

Before he could respond, Su Yi walked over, still carrying his oil paper umbrella. “No need to waste all that time. I’ll grant you death within three strikes.”

“Martial Nephew Yu, you saw it too. It’s not that I intervened in your duel. He… He’s just seeking death!” said Zhou Fengzhi, his eyes shining with cold, murderous light.

Over on the lake, Yu Wenshu’s expression was somewhat unsightly.?Is it that Su Yi doesn’t want to lose to me? And that he knows he’s doomed either way, so he’s decided he’d rather fall at the hands of a Spiritual Manifestation cultivator?

Tao Yunchi and the others looked at Su Yi pityingly.?He thinks he can \'grant Elder Zhou death\' within three strikes?

I doubt he’ll even live long enough to unleash three strikes!

Jiang Li’s phoenix eyes narrowed. She could tell that something wasn’t quite right here.

Qiu Hengkong’s heart hung on tenterhooks, and he was more nervous than ever before.

An excited smile appeared on Zhou Zhiqian’s lips. He’d been waiting for this day for a long time!

He just wouldn’t have guessed that Su Yi would be brazen to the point of suicidal recklessness.

“The first strike.”

Before this light,?airy?sentence finished echoing through the darkness and without so much as letting go of his umbrella, Su Yi stretched out his left hand, pressed his fingers into a sword, and slashed.

Kccch!

A simple streak of clear sword qi flew forth, shining with ethereal, illusory luster.

It had no heaven-shaking majesty, no forceful momentum or noise, and no terrifying sword intent.

This slash seemed as if it were one with heaven and earth, like just another part of the raging downpour, just another piece of the chilly darkness, or just another wisp of autumn mist.

It seemed naturally formed, and it left no traces behind.

Hm??Zhou Fengzhi’s pupils suddenly constricted.

This slash was obviously plain and unassuming, but as it drew near, he felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

It was as if the entire stretch of heaven and earth—the pouring rain, the deep darkness, and the endless chill—had merged into this one attack.

As for him? It was as if the entire landscape viewed him as a heretic, as if the world itself wanted to eradicate him!

What kind of Sword Dao is this?

Zhou Fengzhi was no inexperienced minor cultivator. With his Spiritual Manifestation Realm cultivation and status as a Fulcrum of Heaven Sword Sect elder, he’d seen all manner of winds and rains. How vast was his breadth of experience?

Yet now, he couldn’t see through that sword’s secrets!

The piercing sharpness and lethal threat left Zhou Fengzhi with no time to think. He responded immediately, acting on pure instinct.

“Rise!” Zhou Fengzhi bellowed, and a purple spiritual sword shot forth, carrying with it monstrous lightning. It wove through the air as nimbly as a dragon, surging through the downpour.

The spiritual sword Purple Lightning!

Ten years ago, when Zhou Fengzhi stepped into the Spiritual Manifestation Realm, the leader of the Fulcrum of Heaven Sword Sect personally granted him this ancient sword. The blade was made of Purple Bright Lightning Iron mixed with over one hundred different types of spiritual material. It had long since given rise to a weapon spirit, and it was extraordinarily powerful.

Over the past decade, Zhou Fengzhi had poured his cultivation and heart’s blood into nourishing the blade, and he’d long since achieved a connection between his mind, will, and weapon; he could manipulate it as freely as his fingers.

When the onlookers witnessed this strike, they were visibly astonished.

Purple Lightning shone radiant purple on top and crackled with electricity below. It was one of the most famous swords in the Fulcrum of Heaven Sword Sect’s collection!

It was just that none of them would have guessed that Zhou Fengzhi would call upon it as soon as the battle began.

Even more surprising, upon unleashing his first attack, Zhou Fengzhi’s hands formed seals, and he unleashed his ultimate technique, the one he’d relied upon to build his reputation—

The Profound Lightning Sword Incantation!

Boom!

Purple Lightning hummed, like the ringing of a massive bell. Its nimble blade surged with torrents of purple electricity, scattering the curtain of rain and illuminating the night sky.

The sheer power of the elder’s Dao of the Sword made the onlookers stiffen up; all of them suddenly found it difficult to breathe.

The Spiritual Manifestation Realm transcended the Three Realms of the Origin Dao to begin with.

And now, Zhou Fengzhi struck with his full power. It was easy to imagine just how terrifying this was.

But then—

In the face of Su Yi’s unassuming first attack, the purple electricity filling the air burst apart, like countless fireworks blossoming against the night sky. Radiant light scattered and dispersed.

Clang!

Immediately afterward, a deafening explosion rang out.

The graceful, dragon-like Purple Lightning trembled violently before it was sent flying.

The power of Su Yi’s sword qi continued ahead, streaking toward Zhou Fengzhi, its power entirely undiminished.

It was like an axe through bamboo; nothing could stand in its way!

“This…” Zhou Fengzhi’s expression shifted dramatically. His voice boomed like thunder as he uttered a Daoist incantation. His robes billowed as his hands formed seals in front of him.

Whoosh!

A mountain formed of lightning rose from the ground and hovered in front of Zhou Fengzhi.

Lightning Manifesting a Mountain!

However, a moment later, a mighty boom rang out. The lightning mountain was strong enough to block the full-force attack of a cultivator of the same realm, yet it burst apart like paper mache. The slash cleaved right into it.

Torrents of power swept outward. Smoke and dust filled the air, and Zhou Fengzhi was sent flying backward. He was over one hundred feet away by the time he managed to stabilize himself.

His clothes were tattered, his hair was disheveled, his face was pallid, and blood dripped from the corners of his lips. His eyes were already wide with astonishment.

The whole lake was deathly silent save for the raging downpour. Everyone was wide-eyed and tongue-tied.

Su Yi had just injured a Spiritual Manifestation cultivator in a single attack? But he was only in the Origin Palace Realm!

“How is this possible…?” Yu Wenshu stood on the distant surface of the lake. His expression changed dramatically.

Earlier, he assumed that Su Yi would rather die at Zhou Fengzhi’s hands than lose to him.

Now, it seemed his guess wasn’t just off the mark; it was way off!

Jiang Li’s phoenix eyes narrowed. She looked utterly astonished.

Qiu Hengkong stood there in a daze.?Just what kind of slash was that? How did it strike with such unstoppable momentum? How could it have injured a Spiritual Manifestation cultivator like Elder Zhou?

Tao Yunchi, Gu Tengying, and the other Fulcrum of Heaven Sword Sect disciple’s pitying looks?froze?in place. They reacted as if they’d been struck by lightning; all of them were completely dumbstruck.

They could never have anticipated this, not even if you hit them over the head!

Just how lofty are Brother Su’s attainments in the Dao of the Sword??Yue Shichan was comparatively calm. Of those present, only she knew that Su Yi had killed Cloudsky Divine Palace’s Elder Huo Tiandu on Cloudcomb Lake just yesterday.

And tonight, before coming to Goldenscale Lake, Su Yi increased his cultivation to the mid-stage Origin Palace Realm!

Given the circumstances, Yue Shichan naturally wasn’t worried that he’d lose.

Nonetheless, when she witnessed the bearing and power of his first attack with her own eyes, she couldn’t help but feel shaken. She finally understood just how wide the gap between their swordsmanship was; they were as far apart as heaven and earth!

“The second strike.”

A calm voice reverberated throughout the curtain of rain. Su Yi still held his umbrella in his right hand as he stepped into the sky. The fingers of his left hand formed a blade, which he casually swung.

Whoosh!

Clear sword qi swept through the sky. This slash was even plainer than the one before.

If heaven and earth were a painting of a rainy autumn night, then Su Yi’s attack was like a carefree, natural wave of the painter’s brush.

The rain continued to pour, and the night was still dark and heavy. However, the “painting” now had a new bone-chilling, austere intent.

Zhou Fengzhi’s?expression filled?with unprecedented solemnity. He was now completely aware that something wasn’t right here, and when he saw this attack cut toward him, he activated his trump cards without the slightest hesitation.

“Activate!” His sleeves billowed around him, and he swung Purple Lightning hundreds of times in an instant. Surging purple electricity instantly filled the skies and rained down onto the human world.

His sword had beckoned profound lightning, shaking the nine heavens!

The vast skies above Goldenscale Lake were full of dazzling purple electricity. A radiant flood burst forth, like the waters of the river of heaven bursting through a dam and pouring into the world below.

The sight made Jiang Li, Yu Wenshu, and the others’ scalps numb with fright.

This was undoubtedly Zhou Fengzhi’s killer move!

However—

When purple lightning filled the sky of the “painting of a rainy autumn night”, Su Yi’s “casual swing of the brush” erased it. The lightning receded like the tide and dispersed.

As if it were nothing but a speck of dust someone was sweeping off the paper.

When Su Yi’s attack drew near, Zhou Fengzhi completely lost his composure. He couldn’t help but cry out, and he immediately tried to dodge; he simply dared not meet this attack head-on.

This slash was simply too tyrannical, and its momentum was simply unstoppable!

Boom!

Sword qi boomed, and heaven and earth shook.

Even though Zhou Fengzhi dodged in time, the sword intent sweeping toward him nevertheless cleaved him in two. Blood gushed forth like a waterfall.

Faint cuts appeared all over the remaining half of his body. It looked as if it were on the verge of falling apart.

In the face of life-or-death peril, Zhou Fengzhi didn’t hesitate to give up on his physical body. His soul shot out of his remains, narrowly avoiding destruction beneath the onslaught of sword qi.

Su Yi’s calm, disdainful voice resounded throughout the downpour. “That was just the second attack, but you already couldn’t take it? It seems I overestimated you.”

Everyone else present was so flabbergasted that they couldn’t even speak.