Chapter 59: The Sword Breaks, People Die; You and I Are Both Martyrs

  Although I don't know why Lin Huang spoke up, Xue Linglong didn't dare disobey and stepped aside to clear the way. Watching Feng Dao walk alone with his sword, he entered the palace.

  "What a scary person. What do you think Lin Huang will do to him? Won't he also keep him here? Staying with this person, my heart feels a bit numb."

  Swallowing, muttering to herself, making guesses.

  But walking into the palace, Feng Dao didn't think of anything and didn't say anything, he just drew his sword.

  This knife is not fast, but very domineering.

  Because of this broken day, there was this knife.

  The sky is the knife, and this is the knife of the sealed knife.

  Lin Huang's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, having seen so many extraordinary skills in the past few days and exchanging blows with these geniuses along the way. He had already witnessed too many extraordinary skills and too many geniuses. Thinking that all methods were in his heart, no matter how mysterious this sword was, it wouldn't stir up any waves in his heart.

  But Lin Huang was still moved, because this knife was too stunning.

  What's stunning is not the sword in Feng Qian's hand, but that unparalleled sword intent hidden deep within his heart.

  That is the truly enlightened and unparalleled sword path of one's own way.

  Lin Huang was shocked and delighted, because Feng Dao had truly attained enlightenment in the mortal world, and what he had attained was the way of the sword.

  This is a true born-for-the-sword person, with a state of mind that has nothing but the sword outside of itself, fully revealed in Feng Qiu Huang's body.

  So in Fēng Dāo's eyes, he only sees his own sword forever, as for the enemy, whether it is Lín Huāng or anyone else.

  He simply drew his sword.

  With a knife in hand, even a god would dare to fight once.

  This is the sword path of sealing the sword. The sword path that astonished Lin Huang.

  "What a pity." Lin Huang suddenly sighed and raised his hand to seal the sky.

  The blue sky is torn apart, but can be mended with one hand.

  Lin Huang's palm was light and ethereal, yet heavy as a mountain. It exhausted the mysteries of the universe, without any hesitation or reserve, with a domineering mindset that treated the heavens as its blade. However, in the moment it struck out, he merged the divine techniques and ultimate skills he had studied over the past few days, fusing them into one furnace, smelting and refining to mend the heavens.

  A single palm can fill in the gaps of heaven.

  The sword that had been sealed was easily dissolved by Lin Huang, so he let out a sigh and said, "Your swordsmanship has already reached perfection, unfortunately your cultivation is not enough."

  Lin Huang's sigh was heartfelt, for he had surpassed too many of his peers along the way. The taste of invincibility was lonely. Feng Dao's swordsmanship had already reached great heights, and he had gained enlightenment in the mortal world, in a certain sense surpassing Lin Huang. Unfortunately, his cultivation couldn't keep up, and he was unable to fully unleash his swordsmanship.

  Lin Huang was somewhat disappointed that he couldn't see the thorough display of Fierce Blade's knife path.

  Feng Dao didn't say a word, his body suddenly bursting into flames, intense fire, yet not scorching hot, burning his vital energy and spirit. Even under Lin Huang's perception, he could sense that within Feng Dao's body, there was a profound and mysterious knife aura, powerful and overbearing, absolutely the remnant knife aura left behind by a Saint.

  All his vital energy and the knife aura left by the holy path were sealed and burned by the sword, transformed into an unparalleled cultivation, allowing him to swing out another knife.

  Lin Huang was moved again, and he looked at Feng Jian deeply.

  He knew what Fēng Dāo was doing.

  Insufficient cultivation, make up with one's body.

  It's clear that Feng Dao also realized the huge gap between him and Lin Huang, and that relying solely on skill and understanding of the knife path was no longer enough to bridge this enormous cultivation chasm. So, Feng Dao burned himself, burning the life-saving knife energy left by the Knife Saint, just to swing out this one knife.

  "This is a true martyr."

  Lin Huang couldn't help but admire him, having seen many geniuses like Xue Linglong, Wu Kong and Shi Wang. Perhaps in terms of actual strength, they were not much different from each other. But in terms of temperament, they differed greatly.

  Facing him, whether it's Blood Linglong, Wu Kong, or Shi Wang. The first thing these three descendants of the divine blood consider is to save their lives, only to seal the sword, fearless and dauntless, and then draw the sword abruptly.

  Abandon everything, burn myself, just to swing this sword.

  This sword, carrying the entire essence of the sealed sword, carrying the knife's momentum left by the Knife Saint, carrying everything about the sealed sword, all its entirety, without asking for the past, not seeking the future, only seeking this one sword, pouring out all, under this one sword, no ghosts or gods remain.

  This is not a fancy slash, abandoning all techniques, simply raising and slashing down, this is the knife of the sealed knife.

  Lin Huang threw a punch, exhausting all changes, integrating the various ultimate techniques he had mastered in recent days into one furnace, with an unpredictable flavor of ghosts and gods, penetrating the six paths, breaking through the void, appearing in front of Feng Dao, under this punch, enough to blast Feng Dao into powder.

  But the sword's edge didn't change color, and he completely ignored Lin Huang's fist, which would have killed him a step earlier. He just looked at the sword he swung out, resolute and unrepentant.

  Lin Huang sighed and knew that Feng Dao was a true martyr. As long as he could wield this sword, even if it meant immediate death, he would not regret it.

  A sword drawn without regret, this is truly a sword drawn without regret, even in the face of life and death, it will not be regretted.

  Only with such a belief and mentality can Fang Jianlin truly comprehend the red dust at a young age, surpassing everyone, including Lin Huang who has to admit defeat in this aspect.

  "Unfortunately, sometimes it's not just about having faith to succeed."

  Lin Huang shook his head. Although he admired Feng Jian's determination, this kind of behavior that knowingly did the impossible was really not acceptable. Wanting to become a god wasn't something that could be achieved just by having faith alone.

  But Lin Huang still decided to take the next sword, such a cruel and thick sword, with all the spirit of the sealed sword, unwavering conviction, if it couldn't bloom, then it would be truly regrettable.

  So Lin Huang withdrew his fist, opened his five fingers, and with the power of earth, water, fire, and wind, grabbed towards the knife in Feng Dao's hand.

  The sword's energy shocks the heavens, cutting through the six paths.

  Earth, water, fire and wind, yin and yang, all cut off with one sword.

  The blade's momentum did not decrease, and it continued to chop down towards Lin Huang.

  A conviction that had exhausted all possibilities in the underworld and the Yellow Springs shook over, and Lin Huang seemed to see that under this knife, if he didn't kill himself, he would never put down his sword.

  Lin Huang's eyes narrowed, and he unleashed his full strength. With a snap of his fingers, a loud shout shook the earth, water, fire, wind, yin, and yang. The six great worlds behind Lin Huang revealed their emptiness, supporting him. His hand grasped, seizing the sealed knife. He took three steps back, tilted his head, and a terrifying chasm was torn open by the knife's energy, stretching for thousands of miles. The entire palace collapsed instantly.

  After one slash, Fengjian's entire body was dry and withered like a corpse. Looking at the Tianjian grasped in Lin Huang's palm, he faintly opened his mouth, "I still have one more slash!"

  As soon as the words fell, Lin Huang's heart became highly vigilant, and a sense of possible downfall rose in his mind.

  The sword was instantly burned to ashes, and the Heavenly Sword that fell into Lin Huang's hand also snapped with a crack. It seemed like dust had fallen to the ground, but a shocking knife intent burst into the sky, tearing through the heavens, thunder booming, and a low hum continued.

  The heavens are shocked by it, and ghosts and gods are frightened by it.

  Lin Huang only felt a searing pain in his soul, and his soul was actually split into two halves. Only then did he realize that the final slash of the sealed sword had burned everything, using his own soul to drive the heavenly sword's sword spirit, transforming it into a single slash capable of beheading a saint.

  This sword, beheads souls!

  "Good, good, good!" Lin Huang was not surprised but delighted, and praised in one voice. He knew that Feng Dao was a true martyr who asked about life and death with his sword, fearless and unstoppable. With the sword in hand, he would charge forward bravely.

  Lin Hu's loud laughter echoed, his soul power fully unleashed, the holy aura suppressing, within a thousand miles, everyone's souls trembled with unease, sensing a heaven-shaking knife and an endless giant palm.

  A knife-hand strike, each blow making one's heart pound and soul ache, but only three times.

  That boundless giant palm grasped the long sword, and with a squeeze, the long sword shattered. A sigh sounded, and the boundless giant palm also vanished instantly. Afterwards, the rain stopped and the sky cleared, as if nothing had happened at all.

  Lin Huang slowly opened his eyes, let out a sigh, and finally understood the sword path of Feng Jian.

  That is the fearless sword, with the sword in hand, charge forward bravely.

  So Feng Dao refused Xu Qingcheng, for joining forces with others would tarnish his pride and his swordsmanship. So he fought Lin Huang to the death, refusing to retreat or fear death. For him, retreating was death, and fearing was also death. Only by sacrificing himself for his sword could he not betray his unregretful swordsmanship.

  "The sword is broken, the man is dead. You and I are both martyrs. It's just that I don't know if I can be like you, with a sword that leaves no regrets." Lin Huang sighed softly, looking at his palm, where there was an eye-catching scar left by Feng Dao as his last mark in this life.