Chapter 19: Battle Against the Windlord Saint

In midair, surrounded by billions of sword shadows, Ji Ning manifested three heads and six arms. All six of his arms gripped the same North Rainbow Sword.

"Kill!"

With soaring momentum, Ji Ning raised the North Rainbow Sword high and, with boundless ferocity, slashed directly forward!

Where the North Rainbow Sword passed, space seemed to be cut, revealing a perfectly neat fissure. The sword light followed this crack and, in an instant, struck before the Windlord Saint. The moment it reached him, the sword's power erupted like a long-dormant volcano.

Ji Ning had executed the ultimate sword art—Heaven Collapse! The ultimate sword art could be gentle, ferocious, cold, or domineering—all at will. It fused myriad sword mysteries into one, vastly increasing its power. Because he decided to clash head-on with the first strike, Ji Ning used only one sword.

For such a ferocious attack, a single sword was better. The deceased Dominator had wielded a single massive azure sword. With six arms, all strength could converge on one blade, making it even more overbearing.

"Hmph." The Windlord Saint remained calm and composed, squinting as he snorted. A long, slender, blunt-edged sword appeared in his hand. He knew nothing of the sword art, but to him, using a sword or a blade made little difference. This slender, blunt sword suited his 'Dao' well.

"Scram." The Windlord Saint swung his sword directly. From the perspective of the sword art, this move was indeed crude.

Yet as his sword swept out, a rumbling roar arose, as if an endless gale howled.

The North Rainbow Sword, erupting like a volcano in midair, clashed head-on with the slender sword carrying the furious gale. Two earth-shattering forces collided. "What!" The Windlord Saint showed astonishment as he was involuntarily blasted backward.

A terrifying shockwave spread in all directions. Space rippled like black water, mountains instantly turned to dust, and the Heavenly Cang Palace, protected by its formation, held firm. In the distance, the Windlord Saint's temple was overturned by the shockwave, tumbling through the air.

The seven World-level cultivators inside the temple were all terrified.

"Master."

"Saint."

They watched the distance nervously.

Ji Ning stepped back only once in midair, while the Windlord Saint was blasted far away. But he quickly steadied himself, staring coldly at Ji Ning: "Impressive sword art. I never thought a two-step Daolord could threaten me."

The Windlord Saint was truly shaken. Though his strike had been casual, it was still at the level of a four-step Daolord's attack. Yet he was at a disadvantage?

"You're not bad either," Ji Ning snorted.

"Good, then take this sword." The Windlord Saint's form blurred, becoming as elusive as the wind. He swung his slender sword again, still accompanied by the terrifying roar of an endless gale.

Ji Ning, bold and confident, once again gripped a single sword with six hands and met the attack head-on.

Boom!

In the direct clash, the shockwave was even more terrifying than before. But this time, Ji Ning was the one sent flying.

"In a direct confrontation, he is indeed stronger than me." Ji Ning's expression changed as he flew backward, stopping only when he nearly collided with the Heavenly Cang Palace's formation. "But this move's intent is similar to the last, yet its power is many times greater. He must have used a divine ability."

His own azure flower mist power was comparable to a four-step Daolord's energy, but he couldn't use divine abilities.

Now that his opponent used one, Ji Ning was at a disadvantage. This was the weakness of challenging higher realms. Fortunately, he had his lifebound divine weapon; otherwise, he would have fared worse. Since the ultimate sword art became the 'sword origin' of his lifebound weapon, its power had greatly increased.

"He actually blocked it? Hmph." The Windlord Saint's expression shifted slightly. He narrowed his eyes, moved his feet, and charged at Ji Ning again.

"Haha, is that all you've got?" Ji Ning laughed loudly. Five more swords flew up from behind him, landing in his other five hands.

Six hands, six swords.

All were lifebound divine weapons!

"Fight!" Ji Ning stepped through the void and met the Windlord Saint face-to-face.

"Die." The Windlord Saint swung his slender sword, sometimes ferocious, sometimes gentle, all imbued with the essence of 'wind,' with terrifying power.

But Ji Ning wielded six swords. Some techniques were eerie and unpredictable; others formed layers of terrifying black holes. His 'Mind-Heart Style' had once required six swords, but after comprehending the ultimate sword art, a single sword could incorporate all mysteries. What appeared as a black hole contained elements of the Shadowless Style and Heaven Collapse Style.

Six swords against one, and Ji Ning's sword art was truly fearsome. For a time, the Windlord Saint could not overcome him.

"You have some skill. Forcing me to reveal my divine ability, you should be proud." The Windlord Saint snorted. Suddenly, he too manifested six arms, and five more slender swords appeared.

Six hands, six swords.

He pressed the attack against Ji Ning.

"Not good." In an instant, Ji Ning was on the verge of collapse. His opponent's attacks were too fierce, far stronger than his own.

"It seems I can't fight him head-on." Ji Ning understood the gap. Even with six hands gripping one sword for his most ferocious strike, he was suppressed. Now, with six hands and six swords, a direct clash was impossible.

"Swoosh."

Ji Ning vanished into thin air.

"Hm?" The Windlord Saint blinked, frowning with his white brows. He scanned the area, his divine sense covering everything, and found a figure circling him at terrifying speed.

A sword light suddenly flared.

"Clang." The Windlord Saint blocked the strike.

Then hundreds, thousands of sword lights flashed in succession. Ji Ning's strikes were incredibly fast, and his movement speed was so great that the Windlord Saint couldn't keep up. When one's speed advantage in close quarters was overwhelming, one could attack the enemy while the enemy couldn't retaliate.

"How can he be so fast? Even in combat?" The Windlord Saint was truly shocked.

Combat speed reaching ten times the speed of light was extremely rare. He never expected to encounter it, and from a mere two-step Daolord.

"Where did this freak come from? He must have comprehended and combined several supreme Daos. And his Dao is monstrous to this extent." For the first time, the Windlord Saint regarded Ji Ning as an equal.

"Northmyth!"

Under Ji Ning's assault, the Windlord Saint, still wielding six swords like an endless gale, struggled to defend while speaking in a cold, low voice: "You are indeed worthy to be my opponent. But you are only a two-step Daolord. Taste my 'Six Winds Secret Art' first."

His words still echoed in the air.

Rumble!

The Windlord Saint's black ornate robe billowed, and winds appeared in six colors: cyan, red, blue, purple, white, and black. These six-colored gales surged like raging tides, sweeping the world and enveloping Ji Ning. The Windlord Saint believed that even if they didn't kill Ji Ning, they would suppress him and slow his speed.

Ji Ning stopped moving in midair: "Windlord, your tricks are useless." Electric light burst from his body—dark-golden lightning, almost black with a hint of gold. Surging water also appeared, ice-white and exuding a chill that froze space.

Sevenfold Divine Thunder! Sevenfold Divine Water!

With his azure flower mist power comparable to a four-step Daolord and the 'Danye Seven Chapters' in hand, Ji Ning found it easy to master the Sevenfold Divine Thunder and Sevenfold Divine Water.

"Go!" Ji Ning's gaze turned cold. The rumbling dark-golden lightning seemed to herald the apocalypse, and the endless ice-white water threatened to freeze everything. They intertwined, forming a terrifying vortex world. This was the ultimate sword art manifested through the 'Yin-Yang Domain,' creating a thunder-water domain ten times stronger than the mere Sevenfold Divine Thunder and Sevenfold Divine Water.

The dim, annihilating thunder-water vortex domain clashed with the six-colored gales. Though the gales howled fiercely, they began to shatter, clearly at a disadvantage.

"What!" The Windlord Saint's expression finally changed drastically.

Inside the Heavenly Cang Palace.

The watching Skywood Daolord, Yudou Daolord, Yucan Daolord, Danbao, and Su Youji were all utterly stunned.

The battle's might was earth-shattering, with both sides wielding devastating power. But the Windlord Saint was famous, yet Ji Ning matched him blow for blow.

"Northmyth's Thunder-Water Sword Domain directly broke that madman's Six Winds Secret Art." Skywood Daolord marveled. "Impressive, impressive. I thought Ji Ning would be at a clear disadvantage, relying on speed to escape. But now, his close combat is not far behind, and his secret arts seem superior. For that madman to win, he'll have to use his ultimate killing move."

"He can actually fight evenly with Windlord." Yudou Daolord was also amazed.

"Master." Su Youji's eyes shone as she watched, growing more excited.

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