Supreme Swordsman of the Nine Heavens

Chapter 1154

Nine Swords

Mu Yu looked to Cheng Yan, asking with his eyes, “How long has Uncle An been an Apotheosis Realm cultivator for?”

Cheng Yan’s stupefied countenance answered, “Since when did Uncle An reach Apotheosis Realm? He was still at Golden Core Realm the last time I met with him.”

Bai Jie hiked up the corner of his lips. “Nian Henxi, you want to die, too?”

Dustfallen Sect’s members’ eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

“I’m not here to die. I’m here to ensure you die,” Uncle An replied with a straight face and emotionless tone.

Oh man, it’s about to get real in here, Mu Yu thought, recalling Uncle An was going to punish them harshly whenever he spoke in that indifferent tone.

“You? Kill me? With what? Chopsticks?”

“With celestial swords.” Uncle An turned to the five and stretched out a hand, summoning four celestial swords into the air.

The five holding celestial swords could feel their swords calling out to the four swords that emerged.

“Lord Divine Executioner said he already sealed two celestial swords! How do you have nine?!” It was the first time in the fight that Bai Jie genuinely looked frightened and rightfully so because even Divine Executioner feared the nine swords.

Xiaoshuai sprung to his feet on Mu Yu’s shoulder and then scratched his head. Like an inquisitive child, he poked Mu Yu. “Mu Yu, I think I remember something.”

“Yeah, and what is that?”

“Don’t know. It’s all mumble jumble in my head. Many memories are just flashing. Celestial Swords… Celestial Swords… Celestial Swords… Lend me Shadow Splitter Sword for a second.”

Hesitant at first, Mu Yu passed Shadow Splitter Sword over, nevertheless. Xiaoshuai’s fur pricked up the moment he gripped Shadow Splitter Sword.

“Xiaoshuai, what…” Mu Yu turned his head to witness Xiaoshuai levitate, sapphire eyes now resembling planets.

Cheng Yan and company lost their hold on their swords. Xiaoshuai collected the five swords at his feet, while the four swords Uncle An summoned pranced around Xiaoshuai in uniform, each sword glowing a different colour. Xiaoshuai bounced off each sword, generating undulating formation lines with each bounce and growing stronger correspondingly. Even though the glows gradually dimmed, there was no question they were sturdier than prior to Xiaoshuai touching them.

“Uncle An, what’s happening to Xiaoshuai?” Mu Yu questioned.

“The strongest weapons in this world aren’t dao artefacts but the nine celestial swords,” answered Uncle An.

Xiaoshuai started to fade, giving him a surreal aura if it was not for the immense piercing qi he emanated. The nine swords charged to the stars, orbiting around something as they went closer and closer with each revolution until they merged into a single sword, at which point, Xiaoshuai also vanished. The golden sword’s qi gushed out in waves.

“Mu Yu, come smash the white freak with me!” Xiaoshuai hollered from within the sword descending toward Mu Yu’s hand. Xiaoshuai chose Mu Yu solely because they knew each other best.

Mu Yu launched himself up to seize the sword that instilled unshakable confidence that he could overturn any hand fate handed to him. The sword doused Mu Yu in golden energy, linking his mind up with Xiaoshuai’s, letting him see that Xiaoshuai actually possessed remarkable swordplay knowledge that had been sealed until the nine swords were merged, reverting him back to the sword spirit that he was. No man other than those who had wielded the combined nine swords or been on the receiving end could ever fathom its power.

Mu Yu fixed his black and white eyes on Bai Jie as he sliced open a black rift in the air that could not be repaired. His next slash obliterated the plains they were on, restoring the starry sky, startling those who were liberated from the dimensions they were trapped in.

“The real celestial sword!” Ku Mu blurted, recognising the sword.

Sumeru Switch Scroll started to crack in the presence of Celestial Sword. Fear flourished in the minds of allies and enemies alike.

“Foreign races that invade Third Heaven shall all perish!”

Mu Yu swung slow enough for his targets to see the trajectory of swing, but the sword moved faster than their bodies could move. Though they wanted to run, the dominant presence froze their bodies stiff in place. As the sword sliced through one after another, gradually disappearing cinders scattered toward the earth.

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