Naked Sword Art

Chapter 471: Divine Realm Techniques

Xiao Fang’s left eye continued to bleed as his breathing grew ragged.

"What happened?" the two Heavenly Fate disciples thought in disbelief.

Truthfully, they were just relieved it was over. That terrifying technique had lasted only a single breath — yet it was enough to make them want to flee rather than endure it again. If it had continued even a second longer, death might have seemed the kinder fate.

Still coughing up blood, Xiao Fang was just as confused.

Though his Death Reaper dantian remained dormant, both his saber and spear had previously managed to siphon Cursed Qi from it without issue. But when he attempted to do the same himself, the Qi turned volatile — burning his meridians and tearing his body apart from within.

’I should’ve known... Heavenly Qi isn’t meant for a mortal body,’ he thought bitterly.

His panting gradually slowed as he forced his breathing under control, his vitality returning bit by bit.

"Whatever that was, it seems he can’t use it again," the quiet one said aloud.

Still shaken by the memory of that overwhelming fear, the silver-haired man gave the order.

"Let’s capture him."

"Mn," the quiet one replied.

Neither hesitated.

In unison, they summoned their golden staffs and lunged toward Xiao Fang — the force of their leap cracking the pavilion beneath their feet.

"Shit!" one of them cursed.

This was what Xiao Fang had been waiting for. When he looked at them again, his gaze hit them like a dagger — cold and piercing. It sent a chill down their spines.

Wanting to test their abilities, Xiao Fang sent his clones rushing forward. However, members of the Black Paradise Sect were not usually opponents that Heavenly Fate disciples took seriously.

"Get rid of his clones," the silver-haired man commanded.

In the next instant, the quiet one’s fingers flashed through a rapid series of seals.

[ Divination Art: Great Tide ]

A powerful surge of Divine Qi erupted from him, rippling outward in a violent shockwave that instantly erased Xiao Fang’s clones without a trace.

But Xiao Fang wasn’t finished yet.

[ Clone Reanimation ]

His [ Solid Clones ] reformed in an instant—only to be destroyed again as another wave of Qi tore through the air. Then another. And another. The pace quickened until the air itself rippled like water beneath the pulsing Divine Qi radiating from the quiet one’s staff.

Though the technique demanded immense concentration, it completely neutralized Xiao Fang’s illusion and clone arts.

’Cheap trick,’ Xiao Fang scoffed.

The [ Great Tide ] technique was unmistakably a Divine Realm technique. Even among Divine Realm cultivators, learning Divine Realm techniques were exceedingly rare.

Had Xiao Fang’s spirit cultivation not also reached the Divine Realm, the [ Great Tide ] technique alone would have crippled him outright. Even so, it still weighed heavily on him—each movement felt like struggling against a raging current, while his opponent’s power and speed surged in return.

"Good work, Liangcheng," the silver-haired man said coolly. "I’ll take it from here."

With nothing left in his way, the silver-haired man charged forward, his golden staff blazing as it cut through the turbulent air toward Xiao Fang.

[ Divination Art: Empyrean Sun Disk ]

With a wave of his staff, several powerful golden disks shot towards Xiao Fang.

So Xiao Fang jumped up to dodge, but the moment he did, the disks curved as if to chase him.

Xiao Fang wasn’t impressed. Wielding his twin sabers, he countered.

[ Divine Sword Splitting Sea ]

[ Divine Sword Splitting Sea ]

Two colossal arcs of Sword Qi tore through the air — one light, one dark — splitting the sky with a thunderous roar.

Unexpectedly, the golden disks passed straight through Xiao Fang’s blades and Sword Qi, striking him cleanly across the body. A direct hit. Blood spilled from his lips.

At the same time, his sword arcs crashed downward, shattering what remained of the pavilion and reducing it to dust.

Xiao Fang frowned. That Divination technique had ignored both his blades and his Sword Qi, as if they didn’t exist at all.

The impact had felt like taking a full-force Divine Spirit attack head-on — and worse, every single strike had converged on the exact same point in his chest.

Before he could even think, the silver-haired man was already upon him, bringing his golden staff down in a flash.

Xiao Fang intercepted with his sabers, but his instincts screamed — forcing him to shift at the last possible moment.

Then, he saw the impossible.

The golden staff passed straight through his blades.

Xiao Fang’s eye widened.

"This—"

Crrrtz~

The sound of several bones breaking within Xiao Fang’s solid body. It was a clean hit.

The silver-haired man’s staff crashed down onto Xiao Fang’s shoulder, sending him hurtling towards the sea of clouds below.

"Good hit!" the quiet one exclaimed.

But the silver-haired man only stared downward, his expression hard and unsatisfied.

[ Divination Art: Nine Tempest Winds ]

’Another Divine Realm technique!?’ Xiao Fang’s eye flashed with alarm.

Fighting against one Divine Realm technique was already formidable — but three? That was a trial no one in his realm should have any hope of surviving.

But who was Xiao Fang? When has there ever been anyone in his realm who could truly challenge him?

Barely able to keep hold of his blade, Xiao Fang quickly withdrew them into his spatial ring and raised his bare hands, channeling his Sword Qi in a desperate attempt to redirect the incoming spirit attacks

[ Redirection ]

For a fleeting moment, it seemed to work. The air trembled as the spirit currents bent under his control.

Then, his instincts screamed.

The Divine technique — it was passing through his hands!

Pa~ Pa~ Pa~ Pa~ Pa~ Pa~ Pa~ Pa~ Pa~!

Nine thunderous explosions echoed through the clouds as each strike landed squarely on him. Xiao Fang’s body convulsed under the impact, blood spraying from his lips before he plunged into the sea of dark clouds below.

He was wrong again. This time the attacks passed right through his hands — striking precisely where they were meant to all along.

The quiet one, finally pausing his [ Great Tide ] technique, exhaled and turned toward his companion.

"Nice attack... but why didn’t you aim for his head?"

The silver-haired man was silent for a moment before replying coldly,

"I did."

The quiet one frowned. "Then... you missed?"

"I don’t know," he muttered. "But I have a feeling this fight is only getting started."

Even if that last strike hadn’t completely crippled Xiao Fang’s right arm, they were certain he couldn’t fight at full strength anymore.

They were wrong.