Cultivating with Top Enlightenment

Chapter 438: Chapter 225: Suppressing the Universe_2

Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint’s eyes flickered. His initial movement to intervene paused, as he coldly watched the Black Blood Demon Monarch being obliterated by the Sword Qi.

A peerless strong person of the Martial Realm fell just like that.

Not even his remains were preserved.

Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint continued to resist with all his might, unleashing every tactic he had. His giant blade emitted an indescribable glow, and the Heaven-Slaying Blade Intent was extremely domineering, barely withstanding the bombardment of the Five-Colored Sword Qi.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The situation for the South Sea Divine Nuns wasn’t looking good.

Even though she was strong, she was still within the realm of half-step Divine Power. Facing Ning Qi’s ferocious assault, she found it extremely difficult to withstand, marginally better than the Black Blood Demon Monarch.

Visible cracks appeared on the White Jade Purification Bottle.

One by one, the Thousand-Handed Bodhisattva’s arms were severed. The South Sea Divine Nuns’ face turned pale, blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, and a slight charming air emerged. She sighed softly:

"Taoist Friend Tianjian, I was momentarily bewitched and deceived. If I had known a peerless genius like you existed in the Martial Realm, I would never have chosen to betray. I know I was wrong. Is there a chance for me to make amends?"

Her voice sounded genuinely pitiful.

But Ning Qi remained unmoved.

Now realizing the mistake, why not earlier?

He didn’t believe her claim that knowing his existence would have deterred her betrayal. In fact, according to the original plan of All Saints’ millennia-long plot, there was still hope, yet they chose treason anyway.

Ning Qi was not about to keep a ticking time bomb by his side.

Ning Qi raised his hand, and more Sword Qi surged down.

The South Sea Divine Nuns gritted her teeth furiously:

"Martial Saint Tianjian, do you truly intend to eradicate us completely? How will you resist the Mountain and Sea Realm without us three?"

Yet Ning Qi’s gaze remained indifferent.

The Sword Qi grew even more ferocious.

The South Sea Divine Nuns turned pale, screaming in shock:

"Heaven-Slaying Taoist Friend, save me!"

Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint did indeed make a move, but not to save her.

At the critical moment, a domineering Blade Qi crossed the void, and to the South Sea Divine Nuns’ astonished eyes, it beheaded her with one swift strike—perfectly timed to attack just before the Sword Qi shattered the Thousand-Handed Bodhisattva’s defense.

Everyone trembled, another peerless strong warrior fell, it was terrifying.

Yet they were also bewildered, why did Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint cut his own limb?

Ning Qi’s gaze sharpened.

Even more fearsome Sword Qi surged down to suppress Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint, but it was too late. He timed it perfectly, sweeping the South Sea Divine Nuns’ corpse back with a Blade Qi. He glanced at the spot the Black Blood Demon Monarch had fallen, where blood mist still drifted.

The next moment.

The South Sea Divine Nuns’ body also burst into a blood mist.

Using their flesh and blood energy as a medium, Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint erupted with an astounding upheaval, chanting an ancient and obscure Tao Sound, a peculiar feeling enveloped everyone. The old Profound Turtle’s expression changed drastically:

"Hall Master, he’s calling for the Mountain and Sea Realm’s strong warriors! Probably the Primordial Spirit Realm!"

Such a strong figure, if they descend now, even suppressed by world limits unable to exert peak power, their methods and knowledge would still pose a catastrophic threat.

In the vague distance.

There seemed to be responses:

"Who summons me!"

The heavenly sky above grew clearer, some connection forming, the image becoming sharper and revealing a black-robed silhouette. Though the true form was obscured, just the silhouette alone induced an impending sense of collapse upon everyone, unlike anything felt even against world wills.

Fear gripped everyone’s heart.

Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint respectfully shouted:

"Begging True Monarch to grant me power!"

Crossing the world’s barrier was no easy feat. Two half-step Divine Power flesh sources fell short for constructing a stable passage, yet the secret technique’s partial power invocation was already a remarkable feat.

Ning Qi’s eyes narrowed.

Then he snorted coldly.

He could see that the power’s cross-realm arrival needed at least three breaths.

"Three breaths, that’s enough!"

A thought turned.

All the powers of the Five Elements Sword Array unleashed without restraint!

With both Black Blood Demon Monarch and South Sea Divine Nuns gone, Ning Qi could focus entirely on dealing with Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint.

His Sword Technique transformed once again.

In an instant.

The Five-Colored Sword Qi began converging, and Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint sensed an intense crisis, his pupils contracted, opting to launch a preemptive strike, as long as he withstood three breaths, once power traction arrived, he could reverse the situation or at least withdraw safely.

He transformed into a hundred-zhang giant once more, wielding his giant blade to slash the heavens.

But in just one single breath.

The Sword Array’s strength concentrated into one, manifesting as a thousand-zhang Five-Colored Sword Qi, an alarming sight.

All eyes widened in disbelief, even Great Yan Martial Saint and old Profound Turtle felt suffocated and threatened by the Five-Colored Sword Qi; the colossal sword unrelentingly crashed down upon Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint, without holding back.

Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint roared madly, counter slashing upwards, attempting to cleave the sky by force.

All observed closely.

Not daring to miss a moment.

Time seemed to freeze, leaving only the slow motion of the colossal sword and blade-wielding giant converging.

Finally.

Their forces met.

"Boom!!"

The dreadful reverberation snapped everyone back from silence.

They saw.

The thousand-zhang Sword Qi devastated and dominated, crushing irresistibly, the giant blade splintering inch by inch, the giant’s flesh dissolving piece by piece, Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint’s face filled with unwillingness as he raged and howled, to no avail.

One breath later.

Dust settled.

Only trails of blood mist drifted through the void.

Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint had perished.

All Saints felt somewhat dazed.

Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint, the strongest of the Martial Realm, had actually died?

Great Yan Martial Saint showed disbelief before sighing softly, Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint’s end resulted from his own choices, not blaming others.

Old Profound Turtle laughed loudly, glancing at Ning Qi with admiration.

The remaining rebels looked ashen, with Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint’s death, their fate sealed.

Each Martial Saint gazed at Ning Qi with reverence.

From this day forward.

Ning Qi was the strongest in the Martial Realm!

Single-handedly annihilating three peerless strong warriors, a reputation forged through feats—none dared doubt.

Everyone was emotionally stirred; today’s occurrences far surpassed their imagination’s peaks and valleys, leaving even Martial Saints somewhat weary.

Ning Qi exhaled lightly.

But today’s matters clearly were not yet fully resolved.

Above the heavens.

A potent power traversed from an obscure void, but without Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint as a vessel, it seemed fleeting, unable to fully manifest its might.

Ning Qi’s Sword Qi cleaved through, instantly shattering that power.

The heavenly sky, previously clearing, became blurry again.

Vaguely.

Everyone saw the black-robed figure turn abruptly, unclear features but only a pair of aloof, commanding eyes inducing tremors, those eyes upon All Saints as if observing ants, fixing upon Ning Qi, a voice echoed:

"This True Monarch remembers you."

Deep malice nearly spilled forth, freezing souls.

All Saints turned pale, more terrifying than any world will, truly ants before such a presence—even without power projection, inherent fear stirred within.

But Ning Qi remained impassive, steadily meeting those eyes, then cleaved downward.

The image above heaven instantly dissipated entirely.

Just before dispersal, many clearly saw growing rage within the black-robed figure.

Everything returned to stillness.

Every gaze upon Ning Qi began to kindle subtle reverence, admiration for wielding such courage—knowing Ning Qi might embody the greatest genius since the Martial Realm’s dawn.

Or rather, also its hope!

"We thank Martial Saint Tianjian for turning the tide!"

Each Martial Saint bowed deeply, full of reverence.

If not for Ning Qi, today the Martial Realm would be in grave danger.

Ning Qi entirely deserved such a salute.