1099: The Seventh Swordsman

The Seventh Swordsman

The Yan sisters, the daughters of the County of Yan.

Kai Huang and Lin Ya, both of whom were number-one in the Juque Sword Clan and the Sword Clan of the Storm in Yan County, respectively.

None of them had been able to take more than a single attack from Ye Futian.

In just one instant, the vast space had turned dead silent.

The minds of the swordsmen of the County of Yan were rattled. Their gazes were honed in, and they were looking straight at Ye Futian.

The Sword Saint of Fierce Wind went out of his way to introduce Ye Futian, claiming that he had bested Nie Yun with just one attack of his sword. Many had thought that Ye Futian must be extraordinary, to the extent that even the County of King shared this opinion.

Yet, when it came to the battles, Ye Futian had been all talk and no show. No one else had paid him any attention at that point, especially after his wildly insolent words, which had made him appear to be just an unruly jerk.

And then, he had finally his sword.

One attack against each opponent. That was all.

The true reason that he had acted in such a way during the previous battles was not that he was unable to draw his sword, but that he did not deem anyone truly worthy enough for him to do so.

As such, he had skipped the battles altogether and had come forward to challenge those of the Sword Mountain, the number one holy land of the sword in all of Dali, instead.

The Sword Saint of Fierce Wind was standing far away with his eyes fixed on the lone, proud figure standing high in the air. His handsome figure emanated intense sword will, with a bone-deep pride weaved into it. That pride was that of a swordsman.

This was probably the true Seventh Swordsman: a swordsman who ventured outside of the Mountain of Hidden Swords, who was little else besides a swordsman. He sought to advance in the way of the sword, and nothing else. He cared little for the opinions of others, as his concern was reserved for his sword, and his sword only.

Thus, he had not played according to the rules of Dali and fought in the battles, as he had simply judged that no one in those battles was worthy of fighting him.

Huanxue watched the dazzling flashes of the sword by the Sword Saint of Fierce Wind's side and was utterly speechless.

"If he's so capable with a sword, why didn't he fight earlier?" Huanxue said in a low voice, seeming to find this state of affairs unacceptable.

"Cutting-edge geniuses are usually stubborn and lonesome. Truly extraordinary figures have the right to break all rules," The sword saint replied. "Perhaps he really is one of those people."

If Ye Futian had been able to hear the Sword Saint of Fierce Wind's comments about him, he would have thought about how successful the image that he had fashioned was. In the eyes of the Sword Saint of Fierce Wind, at least, this was the Seventh Swordsman that he had wanted the people of Dali to see: an insolent, arrogant, stubbornly prideful swordsman of extraordinary caliber, who saw everyone else to be beneath him.

In the world of the Seventh Swordsman, there was no place for overbearing authority and rules. There was only the way of the sword.

What with the imperial advisor of Dali personally ordering the gathering of geniuses from all over the Lower Worlds, a student of the imperial advisor coming all the way to the Lower Worlds, and King Li hosting an event to gather mighty fighters from all Nine Counties to his palace, there was no doubt that Dali Dynasty was able to stomach a stubborn yet extraordinary swordsman like him.

"All of you, stand down," an elder of the Sword Mountain said to the people of the County of Yan. The County King of Yan led the swordsmen, who stepped aside—all except one.

That one person was Li Hanxing of the Ziwei Sword Clan, who had ranked third in the prior battles, and had been taken in by the Sword Mountain as one of their own.

"So, you skipped the battles altogether and have challenged those from Sword Mountain, because you thought that no one in the Nine Counties of Dali was worthy of you drawing your sword?" A saint of the Sword Mountain asked Ye Futian.

"Indeed," Ye Futian said with a nod.

"Yet, the few moves that you have just shown are still not enough for the students of the Sword Mountain to accept your challenge," that sword saint said, gazing at Ye Futian. If he intended to break the rules, then he needed to bring the corresponding prowess to do so.

As soon as the saint finished speaking, Li Hanxing walked up to Ye Futian.

Li Hanxing was also from the Nine Counties of Dali, and Ye Futian had claimed that none of them were worthy of him drawing his sword.

He glanced at Li Hanxing and sensed the sword will on his would-be opponent. He then turned his eyes to look at Zuo Zhengdao and Qin Cang, saying, "I said that none of those who fought in those battles were worthy of me drawing my sword. If you want to see me in action, then all three of you will have to come at me at once."

Everyone was speechless after hearing that.

The three people he meant were, naturally, the top-three strongest figures who had fought in the battles: Qin Cang of the County of Shangqin, Zuo Zhengdao of the County of Dongyang and Li Hanxing of the County of Yan.

All three of them were figures of the absolute highest tier, who had been able to touch the great path. They were the three strongest individuals below the Saint Plane in all of the Nine Counties of Dali.

Even at that very moment, Ye Futian still claimed that they were not worthy of him drawing his sword, and he asked all three of them to gang up on him instead.

His unbridled nature made countless people's blood boil. They had previously thought that the battles were already over when Qin Cang proved invincible among all of the Nine Counties of Dali.

No one would have expected the Seventh Swordsman, a "nobody" at the present time, to emerge out of the blue and challenged those from the Sword Mountain.

Qin Cang, Zuo Zhengdao and Li Hanxing all looked at Ye Futian. All three of them had already proven that they were the strongest in all of the Lower Worlds of Dali.

At the moment that Ye Futian stepped forward, they thought: Is he trying to just step on us to prove his superior talents?

Li Hanxing took to the air, and a sword appeared in his hand. Stars shone lit up the skies. Sword will encircled him as the will of the great path was cast out. The flashes of the countless sword of the stars rained down on Ye Futian like the blades of meteors, whooshing loudly as they bombarded the ground from above.

Ye Futian gave Li Hanxing a cold look and burst with a terrifying sword will, emanating the will of the great path as well.

"Interesting," King Li chuckled. The Seventh Swordsman had only brought forth the will of the great path at that moment, as though none of the previous swordsmen from the County of Yan were worthy of his doing so.

The light of the sun seemed to burst from behind Ye Futian, emanating a scorching heat which was like that of the sun as well. A scalding Sword of Blazing Sun appeared before him, pulsing with the will to burn everything down.

At the very next moment, freezing ice covered the surrounding area. A Sword of Freezing Ice appeared right after.

Next, storms raged and howled in the air as the Sword of Raging Storms appeared.

Lightning flashed about like the light of a doomsday calamity, and the Sword of Blitzing Thunder appeared.

And, finally, the Heavy Sword of the Stars materialized with powerful might.

The five swords lined up and hovered right before Ye Futian.

The swordsmen of the County of Yan was astonished once again. The pupils of the Sword Saint of Fierce Wind dilated. Ye Futian had claimed in the County King's residence that—whether blazing sun, freezing ice, raging storms, or blitzing thunder—there was no art of the sword in which he was unable to train.

Those big words have proven true, after all.

Li Hanxing's expression changed somewhat when he saw all of this. He flashed forward like a comet and drew his sword, which rained down on Ye Futian like a meteor shower.

"Blazing Sun," said Ye Futian. His will merged with his surroundings, and the Sword of Blazing Sun shot forward as he commanded it. It seemed as if the light of the sun sparkled in the air, devouring the stars; within an instant, the rain of swords had burned up.

The blade continued on its path forward, charging through the rain of swords and heading towards Li Hanxing.

The countless swords which had been raining down merged into a single blade and clashed with the Sword of Blazing Sun, intending to destroy it from within.

"Freezing Ice." The second sword was launched, emanating cold that seemed about to freeze their souls. The Sword of Freezing Ice streaked forward, conjuring frost as it went along. The flow of sword wills around it slowed down, and Li Hanxing seemed to be covered by a sheet of frost.

Li Hanxing's body spun and cast out a dazzling flash like a meteor. The countless sword wills in the air melded into a beam of dazzling light, which tore through the space.

Ye Futian remained standing silently where he was. He moved his hand, and made the Swords of Raging Storm and Blitzing Thunder shoot forward. They streaked through their air. The Sword of Raging Storms cut right through Li Hanxing's sword, and the Sword of Blitzing Thunder closed in. Li Hanxing's face turned pale.

Boom! A rumble was heard, and his body seemed like it was about to explode. Lightning flashes consumed his body, and the mighty fighter from the Ziwei Sword Clan sported a startled look.

However, Ye Futian's sword did not destroy Li Hanxing; it simply sent him flying far back. He then spat out quite a bit of blood.

Ye Futian, on the other hand, had never budged throughout the fight.

Zuo Zhengdao made his move right afterward, turning into a beam of burning golden light and heading towards Ye Futian like a god of war. He moved like a bolt of lightning and was emanating an overbearing will of the great path from his whole body, intending to crush everything in his path.

The four swords appeared, yet Zuo Zhengdao did not flinch at all. He turned into golden lightning and continued to streak through the air.

The swords came forth soon enough, and the wills of the great path from both sides clashed. The space shook. Zuo Zhengdao looked like a true god of war, with the swords seemingly incapable of breaking through to him. He actually intended to take Ye Futian's swords head-on.

This scene excited countless onlookers. Zuo Zhengdao might prove capable of fighting Ye Futian toe-to-toe after all.0

However, at that moment, Ye Futian finally moved. As he stepped forward, the air seemed to rattle, and his immediate vicinity was shrouded by his might.

Many saw Ye Futian take one sword with both hands and descend from above. He brought down the heavy blade as the space around them roared.

Zuo Zhengdao felt the looming pressure, and his expression finally changed. He roared angrily and turned into a golden god of war, continuing to charge into the air.

Ye Futian's sword came down.

Boom!

A stifling rumble was heard, and, as expected, Zuo Zhengdao's body dropped from the sky.

Boom... The platform shook as Zuo Zhengdao's body hit the ground below. He felt as if his internal organs had all been ruptured as blood came spilling from his mouth.

Qin Cang took to the air, and his body disappeared immediately from where he had stood. A moment later, he appeared right above Ye Futian, shooting out his palm attacks right at him.

Ye Futian threw his hand at the attacks, cutting through the palm strikes as if his hand were a sword itself.

However, Qin Cang disappeared right away. He appeared somewhere else, again, throwing forth his palm attacks.

It all happened in an instant—the spectators saw as the space became filled with Qin Cang's silhouette, which was everywhere. Every single attack seemed to be imbued with the power of the great path, tearing the air apart as it flew at Ye Futian.

"Return." Boundless sword will circled around Ye Futian, capable of tearing up anything that came near.

In the next moment, his body spun. An instant later, countless flashes of the sword howled simultaneously, shrouding the sky; its flashes could be seen everywhere.

Boom, boom, boom... The huge palm attacks continued to rage on. Sword will filled the air in the very next moment. No matter how Qin Cang dodged, he was forced to take Ye Futian's sword head-on.

Raging aura coursed around his body, merging with the great path. His palm attacks shot out in a frenzy, trying to resist the sword wills, tearing them apart.

Yet, at the very next moment, he saw a mirage and sensed extremely scorching sword will.

He roared and threw his hands forward with earth-shattering might. A sword lashed out, cutting through space and shattering the palm attack. The flash of the blade became apparent, and his face was frozen with shock. His heart raced and he felt as if he was about to asphyxiate.

The flash of the sword came and went before him in an instant. Time and space seemed to have been halted. Qin Cang's body shuddered as he extended a trembling hand, touching his brow from top to bottom, finding a shallow gash.

The sword had not come down on him.

Qin Cang took one look at the streak of blood on his fingertips and looked up at Ye Futian. He thought that he had been invincible in all of Dali below the Saint Plane. He had also proven this with his efforts in the battle.

Yet, an extraordinary swordsman had appeared out of nowhere right in front of him.

"No one in all of the Nine Counties of Dali is able to take on your sword , indeed," Qin Cang said. He turned around and left, looking somewhat dejected.

Countless eyes gazed at that handsome swordsman standing in the air at that moment.

No one in the Nine Counties of Dali was able to withstand a single attack from his sword.

Ye Futian did not concern himself with the opinions of the people. He turned his eyes at the ones from the Sword Mountain and said, "I, the Seventh Swordsman, wish to challenge the Sword Mountain."

The Seventh Swordsman seemed to see nothing but the way forward for his sword!

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