Chapter 90 The Sword Arrives

The Asura Demon Blade bore nine demonic seals.

When killing intent accumulated to a certain degree, the seals could be broken, revealing a portion of its dread power.

At that moment, after slaughtering a thousand people in succession, Jun Wushuang’s killing intent surged violently, and at last the first seal was undone.

"Asura Slaughter Prison!"

His long blood-red hair flew wildly in the wind, and the killing-light that traced his fingers blazed with a piercing, crimson brilliance.

Jun Wushuang’s face remained expressionless, his murderous intent raging like a storm, as he slashed out with a single strike.

With a sharp hiss, the first demonic mark lit up. Instantly, streams of blood-red killing intent burst forth, transforming before Jun Wushuang into an Asura Slaughter Prison ten meters wide.

Asura is merciless; the human world becomes hell.

All living things shrouded by the Asura Slaughter Prison would be cut down.

Thud-thud-thud!

In an instant, more than a dozen students were enveloped by the prison.

In the blink of an eye, over a hundred streaks of blood-red killing intent swallowed them whole.

Each of those streaks was as powerful as a single Asura blade strike.

In a flash, those dozen or so students were torn to pieces, leaving only their heads deliberately intact.

"He’s not human. He’s a devil!"

A Mystic rank student, face twisted with terror, was so frightened he lost control of himself on the spot.

By now Jun Wushuang stood with the Asura Demon Blade in hand and the Life and Death Demon Armor upon his body, his whole frame surging with killing intent like a tidal wave, his demonic might towering to the heavens.

With one hand he wielded the blade, unleashing the Asura Slaughter Prison, and wherever he passed, heads rolled.

With the other he cast the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Art, devouring corpses, replenishing demonic energy, and pressing on with the battle.

There was still one minute left of the forbidden art that turned him into Asura incarnate.

Yet by then, more than two thousand students had already fallen beneath Jun Wushuang’s blade.

Bodies lay strewn everywhere; blood ran like rivers.

Such a scene shattered the composure of the students, who had always lived in comfort and privilege, leaving them split with terror and despair.

Rage makes men reckless.

Death makes men tremble.

Soon, someone could no longer bear the psychological pressure of impending death and turned to flee.

Once there was one, there was a second.

Before long, more and more students fled in panic, rushing back into the Royal Martial Academy.

"I’m not finished yet. How dare you run?"

Jun Wushuang swept his gaze across them. Those scarlet eyes struck fear into anyone who saw them, making them run all the faster.

Demon cultivator!

Devil!

Monster!

In everyone’s hearts, Jun Wushuang now stood like a god of slaughter, turning the human world into hell and bringing endless carnage.

Very quickly, the Royal Martial Academy crumbled. After leaving behind nearly three thousand corpses, the rest all retreated within its walls.

The Royal Martial Academy possessed not only a mighty dragon-shaped formation, but also more than a hundred instructors.

By then, the forbidden art that had transformed Jun Wushuang into Asura had reached its limit. He glanced once at the academy and did not continue the pursuit.

Yet that single look still made every student within the Royal Martial Academy shiver from head to toe.

A seed of fear had already taken root deep in their hearts.

For the rest of their lives, they would likely never escape the shadow of terror cast by Jun Wushuang.

"This man will become the whetstone that sharpens my blade."

Ximen Xue’s gaze was like a sword, fixed on Jun Wushuang all the while.

He had not moved, because he disliked ganging up on the weak, and he disliked unfair battles even more.

He longed to meet a true powerhouse.

Because a strong opponent could make him stronger still.

Not only was he the heir of the Ximen clan, but in terms of strength he was also worthy of being called the foremost of the four prodigies.

All along, he had only ever pursued one goal:

the Crown Prince.

But after today, he had another.

Jun Wushuang.

"Jun Wushuang, I really did not misjudge you."

Beside him, Beiming Ye said nothing, but her eyes had also remained on Jun Wushuang.

From the very beginning, she had been optimistic about him.

She had even stepped in to save him when Nangong Xiong tried to assassinate him in an ambush.

She simply had not expected Jun Wushuang to grow so quickly.

In just over two months, Jun Wushuang had not only been able to kill Nangong Tianxuan, he had also beaten the Royal Martial Academy into utter collapse.

She realized she had still underestimated him.

Whoosh!

At this moment Jun Wushuang’s forbidden art ended, and his entire aura plummeted. He rapidly weakened.

But Lin Mengyao and Master Wu reacted swiftly, immediately helping Jun Wushuang retreat and putting a safe distance between them and the enemy.

The aftereffects of the forbidden art were severe. Jun Wushuang had forcefully unleashed it this time and then fought battle after battle; without ten days or half a month, he would not be able to recover.

What a pity the students of the Royal Martial Academy had already been broken in spirit. Otherwise, if they had surrounded him again now, Jun Wushuang might have been unable to withstand them.

"Human-head mound, today it shall be renewed!"

Jun Wushuang waved a hand and stored the previous mound of heads into the bronze demon ring.

Then he piled the three thousand heads he had just severed into a new mound.

Bloodied.

Appalling.

The arrogant boast Jun Wushuang had once uttered had finally been realized.

"Hahaha, good! This head mound suits my taste perfectly!"

Mo Xingyun burst into laughter, all his former worry swept away.

Jun Wushuang had truly given him a tremendous surprise.

Not only had he won the life-and-death duel, he had also terrified the Royal Martial Academy into a state of panic, and thus forged this new mound of heads.

Decades of pent-up grievance, released in a single day.

What bliss could compare?

"They’re all a bunch of trash!"

Jiang Taixu’s face darkened like the bottom of a pot, fury rising in his chest.

He had never imagined that tens of thousands of genius students still could not kill a single Jun Wushuang.

Instead, they were the ones being slaughtered and sent fleeing in terror.

Trash.

All of them trash.

"Jiang Taixu, the enmity between us should be settled today as well!"

Seeing that Jun Wushuang was unharmed, Mo Xingyun finally let out the breath he had been holding.

But this battle was not yet over.

The grudge between the Azure Cloud Martial Academy and the Royal Martial Academy was not really about Jun Wushuang and Nangong Tianxuan; it was about Mo Xingyun and Jiang Taixu.

Ten years ago, Mo Xingyun had lost to Jiang Taixu.

Since then, the Azure Cloud Martial Academy had completely declined.

Today, Mo Xingyun would wash away his humiliation and reclaim with his own hands everything he had lost.

"Originally, I intended to drift through life in a daze and spend the rest of my days in that meaningless state."

"But Heaven had eyes, and let me meet Jun Wushuang, the one cast out by your Royal Martial Academy. Today, he has slapped your faces hard."

"Since Heaven has granted me hope, I shall seize that hope and let the Azure Cloud Martial Academy shine again!"

"Jiang Taixu, ten years ago I lost by a single move. Today, I will not lose again."

"Because I am Mo Xingyun."

Mo Xingyun stared at Jiang Taixu and spoke each word with deliberate force.

It was as though he meant to pour out all the decadence, all the dead despair, and all the sorrow of those ten years.

Mo Xingyun, the most astonishing genius the Great Qian Dynasty had seen in a thousand years.

He began sword practice at three, condensed sword intent at nine, entered the realm of the Heavenly Man at twelve, and broke into the Heavenly King stage at twenty.

With one man and one sword, he defeated every sword cultivator in the Great Qian Dynasty.

Even Ximen Piaoxue of the Ximen clan fell beneath his blade.

He had once risen to the Prodigy Roll, renowned across the Eastern Domain, and his name had shaken the world.

Alas, ten years ago he lost to Jiang Taixu, and that defeat became a knot in his heart, turning into a demon of obsession.

But today,

he would use the sword in his hand to sever that inner demon and cleave open a new life.

Glug-glug-glug.

Mo Xingyun drained every last drop of wine from the gourd.

The next instant, he gripped the Sun-Moon Dao Sword, and sword qi soared to the firmament.

"Blade, come!"

With a cry that shook heaven and earth, the sword answered; the sun and moon revolved as the heavens and earth were sundered.