My Longevity Simulation

Chapter 918: Ten Thousand Swords Lower Their Heads

Amid the crowd’s astonished and shaken discussions, Li Qing could not help but cast his gaze toward the circular, transparent dueling arena in the sky.

Inside, Wan Zailai and Pei Qingshan were already clashing intensely.

Pei Qingshan showed no mercy, directly manifesting a Greenwood Cave-Heaven in an attempt to suppress Wan Zailai.

However, Wan Zailai remained calm and unafraid. In an instant, his body split—one into two, two into eight...

By the time the Greenwood Cave-Heaven fully emerged, the entire arena was filled with tens of thousands of Wan Zailai’s figures.

“Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin!”

Wan Zailai shouted loudly. All his countless clones grew solemn and, in unison, transformed into swords, slashing toward the Greenwood Cave-Heaven.

Sword light poured down like rain, releasing dazzling brilliance.

Even the blazing sun above appeared dim under that radiance.

Pei Qingshan’s body was instantly reduced to ashes amid the endless sea of sword light.

Before his body could regenerate, the newly formed flesh and blood were again annihilated by the sword glow.

The sword momentum was boundless, seemingly without end.

The Greenwood Cave-Heaven trembled continuously under the overwhelming pressure, on the verge of complete collapse.

“I surrender! I surrender!”

Pei Qingshan’s panicked voice echoed across the heavens.

A flash of white light appeared, and he was immediately ejected from the dueling arena.

His figure looked disheveled, and the fear on his face completely replaced his earlier rage.

“Thank you for letting me win,” Wan Zailai sheathed his sword as his countless clones merged back into his body.

Hovering high in the air, his white robes fluttered in the wind as he looked down arrogantly upon the cultivators of Yilu Prefecture.

Pei Qingshan’s defeat had come far too quickly, catching everyone off guard.

Moreover, the endless sword light unleashed by Wan Zailai was terrifying beyond measure.

Many were still struggling to recover from the suffocating pressure they had just experienced.

Even criticism toward Pei Qingshan was momentarily forgotten, and the entire scene fell into utter silence.

“If any of you are unconvinced, step forward!”

“I, Wan Zailai, shall block your attacks with a single sword!”

The proud voice of the white-robed youth echoed over Yilu City.

Oppressed by his aura, not a single cultivator dared to step forth for a moment.

After all, everyone was well aware of Pei Qingshan’s strength. Even at the peak of the Nascent Soul True Lord stage, he could not possibly be defeated so easily—yet Wan Zailai had done just that.

“Perhaps only a Soul Transformation True Monarch could subdue him,” many cultivators thought simultaneously.

But the Soul Transformation cultivators of Yilu Prefecture were either within the One Heart Immortal Sect or stationed on the front lines.

Even if one were present, none would lower themselves to battle Wan Zailai.

A Nascent Soul fighting a Golden Core Lord was already an act of bullying the weak.

A Soul Transformation fighting a Golden Core—that could no longer be called bullying. It would be disgraceful beyond words.

And if they were to lose...

They would become the laughingstock of the entire Five Elders Association, and the stepping stone for Wan Zailai’s fame.

The cultivators present each harbored their own thoughts and kept silent.

For a time, the white-robed youth continued to dominate the skies unchallenged.

“It seems Yilu Prefecture truly has no one of worth,” Wan Zailai said coldly, his tone dripping with disdain.

“Young man, it is better not to be too arrogant.”

At that moment, an icy voice suddenly rang out, drawing the attention of every cultivator both on the ground and in the air.

A stunningly beautiful figure—delicate and androgynous—slowly flew into the sky.

“I am Li Qing,” he said respectfully, cupping his hands.

A white light then carried him into the dueling arena.

“Oh?” Wan Zailai’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He had always been proud and arrogant. Now, being reprimanded by a young man who appeared even younger than himself, and in the tone one would use to scold a junior, he naturally felt extremely displeased.

“Early Nascent Soul stage?” A dangerous gleam flashed across Wan Zailai’s eyes.

“I will not use the power of my Cave Heaven. Even with just my Golden Core strength, I can suppress you with one hand.” Li Qing waved his hand as he spoke, his tone filled with arrogance and his expression deadly serious.

At that moment, not only did Wan Zailai’s face change drastically, but even the cultivators from Yilu Prefecture who were watching from below broke into an uproar.

“I thought Wan Zailai was already crazy, but this Li Qing is even crazier.”

“This fellow Li looks unfamiliar. Is he one of our Yilu Prefecture cultivators?”

“Nonsense. If he wasn’t, why would he stand up for us? Our Yilu Prefecture is vast and rich in talent. He must be a hidden genius from the countryside.”

The crowd’s voices buzzed endlessly.

Wan Zailai let out a low, sinister laugh. “Very good. I can’t wait to see you torn apart by ten thousand swords.”

As soon as his words fell, he unleashed his most powerful killing technique.

“Ten Thousand Swords Art!”

Just like before, the entire dueling arena was instantly filled with tens of thousands of clones.

However, unlike the previous Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, this time it was not a simple sword-slashing technique.

Each clone formed hand seals and activated a different sword art.

The sky was instantly illuminated by countless brilliant sword lights of every color.

One after another, phantom swords of varying forms appeared in midair, each emitting a dragon-like roar as they howled toward Li Qing.

The sword light tore through space, causing endless tremors. Even the transparent barrier that confined the arena began to crack slightly.

The cultivators of Yilu Prefecture watching below stared in shock at the overwhelming sight.

“So this is Wan Zailai’s true strength?”

“He’s too strong. Even a Soul Transformation cultivator might perish under this strike.”

“What background does this Wan Zailai have? He’s only at the Golden Core stage, yet this strong. If he ever reaches the Nascent Soul stage, who could stop him?”

The spectators were all filled with awe and disbelief.

Every single one of them believed that the unknown cultivator Li Qing would undoubtedly fall under this Ten Thousand Swords Art.

But before they could sigh in pity, amidst the endless roar of sword cries, Li Qing’s calm yet powerful voice rang out.

“No matter how many sword arts you command…”

“When you face me, you shall still bow your head.”

The voice was not loud, yet it effortlessly drowned out all the sword cries.

In that instant, within the arena high above, an astonishing scene unfolded before everyone’s eyes.

The countless sword phantoms, which had been rushing toward Li Qing like a flood of radiant dragons, suddenly slowed as they neared him.

And finally, they came to a complete stop before him.

Each sword revealed its distinct form in midair, suspended motionless.

“Hm?” Li Qing’s gaze swept over them.

Under his calm yet commanding stare, despite their unwillingness, all those countless sword phantoms began to tremble slightly, lowering their tips in submission.

“Go.”

Li Qing uttered a light command.

In the next instant, the countless sword shadows turned, reversing direction.

They roared back toward the stunned and speechless Wan Zailai, who still hadn’t figured out what had just happened.

Just as Wan Zailai was about to be torn apart by his own ultimate technique, a beam of white light surged forth.

The next moment, his figure vanished from the arena and reappeared back on the ground below.

But by then, no one cared about him anymore.

All the cultivators present fixed their gazes firmly upon Li Qing.