The Legend of Futian

Chapter 1921 Boundless Sword Technique

"Be careful."

A deafening roar came from the group of Jun Family virtuosos. The roar contained the might of the Great Path, and it seemed to be an attempt to break apart the Music Rhythm Attack. The formless sound waves could shatter spiritual souls. They caused the entire space to morph into lethal ripples of Rhythmic Sorcery, which were a huge threat to any practitioner below the high-level Renhuang stage. In fact, the ripples were so powerful that they could instantly kill anyone who was below the high-level Renhuang stage.

"Oin!"

A level-eight practitioner strode towards Ye Futian with a hum. The practitioner exuded a terrifying pressure, and ripples of sound waves crashed towards Ye Futian and impacted his spiritual soul. He stared at Ye Futian and noticed that runes wound around Ye Futian’s body as though he were a buddha. A huge halo of a buddha also appeared in the skies above him.

A few moments ago, Ye Futian absorbed the power from the cliff face and inherited the wisp of Will of the Great Path that was left on the cliff face. Specifically, the cliff face contained the tyrannical Will of the Great Path of the Vajra Demon-slaying Rhythm.

This Will of the Great Path integrated straight into the attacks that he comprehended, so his attacks could now directly threaten any level-seven practitioner and even affect level-eight virtuosos.

The practitioner lifted his palm out in front of him and grasped the empty space in front of him. In the skies appeared a huge hand that covered the sky and the sun. It grasped at Ye Futian across the space. A loud sound echoed out, making the attack seem indomitable.

However, right at this moment, Beigong Ao, who was dispirited for a moment just now, strode out. He unleashed a deadly blade of thunder in front of him. With a loud crack, the Broadsword Will of the Thunder slashed across the sky, and the large palm was cut in half.

"I’ll hold him back," the virtuoso who attacked coldly announced. Stepping in empty space, the sound of unleashing the Great Path echoed out. He lifted both palms in front of him, and instantly the space became a Great Path domain with himself at the center of the domain. Beigong Ao was trapped in this space.

The Great Path domain was comprised of bright, ancient mountains. They circled Beigong Ao’s body and sealed the space around. It was as though they were not on the Eastern Deity Island but were in an isolated mountain range.

The practitioner did not seal Ye Futian with Beigong Ao because he was afraid that he could not deal with the two of them alone.

On Ye Futian’s side, there was only one level-eight virtuoso, and that was Beigong Ao. On their opponent’s side, however, there were three virtuosos at the same level. As long as they could keep Beigong Ao engaged, the other virtuosos could easily kill Ye Futian.

Among the other two level-eight virtuosos, one was protecting Jun Qiuyan, while the other stepped forward, and stood on the air above Ye Futian. In the vicinity were also various other Renhuangs positioned throughout the space. The Renhuangs were mostly at the seventh and sixth levels. They emitted monstrous will might, and their auras were terrifying.

Anyone who was below the sixth level did not dare get close to Ye Futian. This was because the Vajra Demon-slaying Rhythm posed a threat to any level-six Renhuang and could even kill them.

The level-eight virtuoso walked out and came to the space above Ye Futian’s head. He emitted a monstrous aura while his body glittered golden. In the skies above, a golden glow filled the heavens, as though he were going to create an incomparably exquisite golden painting.

A loud sound permeated the space. Giant, endlessly long golden stone pillars appeared in the skies. Horrifying drawings were carved into each golden stone pillar. The pillars covered the entire sky.

Boom!

The air shook violently for a moment, and the huge, golden pillars hammered down from the skies and planted themselves into the eight cardinal points. With a deafening sound, the golden stone pillars around Ye Futian sealed the area around him. The golden light emitted by the stone pillars fused into one body and created a barrier that isolated the region. Under Ye Futian’s feet, the golden light morphed into a golden drawing.

The level-eight virtuoso formed hand seals in the air, and the drawing continuously changed its form. Eventually, it morphed into a giant golden dragon. The dragon twisted its way up. In front of the massive size of the dragon, Ye Futian seemed to be especially miniscule.

"Kill him," the level-eight virtuoso coldly ordered. The giant dragon flew towards Ye Futian with the full intent to kill him. It dived towards Ye Futian, extending its sharp golden claws that seemed to be able to tear apart even the space of the Great Path. Its dominating might was indeed terrifying.

"Hmm, a Master of Matrix methods." Ye Futian raised his head upwards to look at the virtuoso in the air. This was a golden Matrix of the Great Path, and the giant dragon was born from within this Matrix.

In the distance, Shangguan Qiuye naturally knew the identity of the virtuoso who attacked. This practitioner had a very high status in the Jun Family. He was an extremely powerful alchemist who could carve grand Metal-elemental Matrices. He had immense strength and was held in high regard by the Jun Family. He was also respectfully known as Master Yan.

How could Ye Futian even hope to defend himself against the attacks from such a powerful figure?

Furthermore, in the face of such a high level of alchemy, even Ye Futian’s Rhythmic Sorcery attacks were useless. It was because of this reason that his opponent sent Master Yan to deal with Ye Futian.

Ye Futian’s body emitted a bone-chilling whistling of sword blades. The Will of the Sword surrounded his body, and his entire body seemed to morph into an infinitely sharp sword.

"Oin!" The glare of sword blades suddenly shone with a hum, and Ye Futian’s body shot like an arrow through the space. When the dragon’s sharp claws were about to clamp down on him, his body ducked to the side and continued speeding away, disappearing in an instant.

"You can’t escape," Master Yan coldly shouted. The golden stone pillars that stood between the heavens and the earth emitted a light that morphed into a light barrier, sealing all possible paths to the air above. It seemed like Ye Futian was going to be trapped behind this barrier; after all, not even the Great Path’s spatial powers could break through the barrier.

A divine sword appeared in Ye Futian’s hands and shot out towards the light barrier. When the sword tip impacted the light barrier, a terrifying ripple rolled outwards. The light barrier seemed to solidify, and on its surface, lines of runes appeared. They sealed the entire space, seemingly wishing to trap and kill Ye Futian within this golden domain.

Simultaneously, on Ye Futian’s body appeared a streak of incomparably powerful Will of the Sword. This Will of the Sword flowed into the divine sword. A column of divine light appeared, and it pierced into the skies, scattering the clouds.

Crack...

The crisp sound echoed out. Long cracks appeared on the light barrier, and then like a spiderweb, it broke up into pieces bit by bit.

Master Yan narrowed his eyes at the scene that unfolded before him. At the moment the light barrier shattered, accompanying the loud sound that echoes out, a deadly beam of light shot through the clouds, and came flying straight towards him.

Dong... A sound akin to the voice of the buddha reverberated out and attacked his divine soul. Master Yan felt his divine soul trembling violently for a moment. A metallic golden buddha appeared in his mind, and in front of him, Ye Futian also seemed to morph into a buddha.

Of course, he knew that this was not reality. Rather, when the Will of the Great Path was strong enough, an illusion could be formed. What he saw was indeed formed from the Great Path.

He felt a tinge of fear. His palms slammed downwards simultaneously. In that instant, the exquisite golden drawing shone and pressed down towards Ye Futian.

In the air space below, a thousand sword silhouettes appeared. The moment that they reached him, they merged into one sword.

Boom...

A loud sound echoed out; the divine sword actually shattered the drawing. A terrifying sword glow instantly swallowed up the sky and expanded outwards. Even though a golden light barrier shrouded master Yan’s body, cracks appeared in the light barrier under Ye Futian’s Will of the Sword’s persistent attacks. Master Yan exploited the force of the impact to retreat up into the skies swiftly.

"How strong is he?" The people around were shocked. The attack that he unleashed was so devastating that it could force a level-eight virtuoso to retreat in fear.

"He possesses the Sword Will from the Sword Peak, and he also infused the Will of the Great Path inherited from the cliff face into his attacks." Seeing Ye Futian’s attacks, Helian You instantly understood the source of his strength. It seemed like Ye Futian had gained a lot from the two opportunities of the Great Path that he encountered, and his gains were very clearly shown in this fight.

In the instant that his sword strike landed, Ye Futian’s body disappeared. In the skies, an elegant trail appeared, and behind that emerged streaks of sword silhouettes.

Some distance away, several Renhuangs’ expressions turned to shock. They all felt a terrifying ripple of Rhythmic Sorcery coursing towards them, attacking their divine souls directly. Right after that, they saw a glaring sword glow.

"Be careful," Master Yan shouted in an attempt to shake them awake from their shock paralysis. Alas, the swords sliced across, and the sound of blades cutting into flesh echoed out. It seemed like several Renhuangs were simultaneously slain even though they were separated physically. There did not even seem to be a time delay between their deaths.

The explosion of the fusion of two types of attacks was utterly devastating. Anyone who was not a high-level Renhuang would not be able to withstand even a single strike.

Master Yan stepped outwards in an attempt to track and kill Ye Futian.

However, he saw Ye Futian’s body turn into an afterimage. His body appeared in front of a level-seven Divine Wheel high-level Renhuang.

The high-level Renhuang glanced at Ye Futian, and he, too, saw a metallic golden buddha. A terrifying rhythmic attack struck him, and it was as though a ceaseless stream of Buddhist symbols entered his mind. The low, reverberating voice of Buddha echoed around in his mind, causing his divine soul to tremble.

"Don’t be affected by the sound," Master Yan shouted again. The expression on the level-eight virtuoso standing beside Jun Qiuyan also changed slightly. He did not expect Ye Futian’s Vajra Demon-slaying Rhythm to be so strong that it could directly affect a high-level Renhuang.

"He inherited the Will of the Great Path from the cliff face, which is the reason behind the unnaturally terrifying power behind his Vajra Demon-slaying Rhythm," the level-eight virtuoso told Jun Qiuyan, who was standing behind him. Just as he finished speaking, he saw another sword strike.

The Divine Wheel of the level-seven virtuoso surged in power; it was a humongous, ancient bell. With an angry roar, he charged forward. The giant ancient bell emitted a shocking pressure that permeated the space around it.

Ye Futian’s flight left an elegant endless arc. He was moving so fast that it was difficult to spot his true, physical body. The sword silhouettes seemed to be elongated, the Divine Wheel of the Great Path seemed to be frozen in mid-air. The crowd saw a ray of sword glare cut through the Great Path’s power and shot straight for Ye Futian’s opponent.

Sploosh...

The Way of the Sword is boundless. As though he disregarded all physical distances, Ye Futian’s silhouette appeared behind his opponent with his back facing the level-seven virtuoso. In the next instant, the level-seven virtuoso was reduced to nothing more than powder and faded away under Sword Qi’s strength.

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In the vast space, all the Renhuangs could not help but feel an intense tremble deep in their hearts. Their fear of a low-level Renhuang actually paralyzed them. While it might seem like a horrible joke, it was, in fact, happening right at that moment.

A low-level Renhuang was committing an unbridled massacre of middle-level Renhuang and high-level Renhuang.

Shangguan Qiuye looked at Ye Futian’s silhouette and did not know what to think. It was no wonder that the bastard thumbed his nose at her. Not even in her wildest dreams would she have expected him to have inherited the Will of the Great Path after the cliff face shattered. His true combat strength was also far more terrifying than anything she had expected.