The Number One Sword-Art of the Three Realms

When the black-robed Godking stood atop the city wall and gazed into the distant wilderness at the Fiendgod Ji Ning charging at the vanguard of Nuwa's camp, Ji Ning also lifted his head to glance towards the Seamless City.

Their eyes met. The black-robed Godking's heart clenched.

"Interesting. It seems his strength has increased somewhat," the black-robed Godking sneered coldly. "But allowing his hatred to cloud his judgment—does he not understand that war requires the strength of the collective? Charging alone into the enemy camp is nothing more than courting annihilation. Does he think he is the Emissary of All Things, capable of sweeping a battlefield single-handedly?"

At this moment, the entire army on both sides of the battlefield had taken note of the Fiendgod Ji Ning charging at the forefront.

"Is he insane?"

"That must be Ji Ning. In his heyday, he roamed the Three Realms and slew quite a few of our Seamless Gate's Celestial Immortals and True Immortals. To dare charge so arrogantly onto the battlefield—we can surround and finish him off with ease."

"He truly is courting death."

The Seamless Gate's great army watched the oncoming Fiendgod Ji Ning, all of them convinced that the famed Darknorth Empyrean God had lost his mind. Madness on the battlefield was not unheard of; Silvermoon had had his own bout of frenzy not long ago.

"Daoist Darknorth, you cannot go so fast!"

"Slow down!"

"Do not charge into the enemy camp alone!"

The Empyrean Gods and True Immortals of Nuwa's camp behind him shouted in worry, but Ji Ning's speed was far too great. They simply could not catch up.

…

Whoosh.

The wind howled past his ears, and space itself rippled in his wake.

The Fiendgod Ji Ning sprinted forward, dual swords in hand.

"You two, tie him down."

"Boundless Fiendgod, go and kill Ji Ning." Daoist Demonheart's orders were issued almost instantly. Since Ji Ning was charging at the very front, Demonheart could calmly arrange his forces to intercept and kill him.

Boom! Boom!

The two Violet-Light Puppets closest to Ji Ning immediately attacked, their steps shaking the earth. One of them bellowed, "Darknorth! You are courting death!"

"Fools," Fiendgod Ji Ning muttered as he met them head-on.

A flash of sword-light!

Both Northsea Swords moved. The moment the blades sang, the expressions of the great powers on both sides of the battlefield watching the engagement changed drastically. Whether it was Daoist Demonheart and the black-robed Godking on the Seamless side, or Bodhi, Xuan Yuan, Three Purities, and the Divine Farmer on Nuwa's side—their eyes were all exceptionally sharp. They could see at a glance the terrifying nature of Ji Ning's sword-art.

"What a terrifying sword-art," the black-robed Godking said, stunned.

"This sword-art…"

Rumble~~

The two streaks of sword-light were like endless thunderbolts, tearing space apart with an irresistible momentum. The two Violet-Light Puppeteers, initially full of confidence—after all, piloting a 'puppet' was akin to wielding a treasure body, making them ideal for tying down an opponent. Even a Daofather would find it difficult to harm them, their puppet bodies being as resilient as the ninth cycle of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art.

But when those two streaks of sword-light flared to life, the two Empyrean Gods and True Immortals controlling the puppets were stunned. Their hearts trembled.

"Heavens."

They strained with all their might to block.

Bang! Bang!

The two streaks of sword-light struck them. The two Violet-Light Puppets shot backward like meteors, flying back into the Seamless Gate army in an instant, tumbling high through the air before arcing over the entire host in the blink of an eye.

Stunned silence!

The entire battlefield fell dead quiet for a moment.

Others were frozen, but Ji Ning was like someone who had just kicked away two pebbles. He paid them no heed, continuing his terrifying charge toward the Seamless Gate formation.

"Not good," Daoist Demonheart said from atop the city wall, her expression shifting. "His strength is substantial—very substantial, in fact. He is likely approaching the level of a top-tier Daofather. If he breaches our army and reaches the weaker 'Two-Realm Calamity Dragon Birth-Annihilation Formation,' he may well break it. And Boundless Fiendgod… is still some distance away."

She had originally ordered the two puppets to hold Ji Ning, giving the white-haired, red-eyed Fiendgod time to reach him.

The white-haired, red-eyed Fiendgod was at the core of the main army, alongside the Emissary of All Things. The distance was too great.

"Activate the Seamless Limitless Formation! Go, all of you. Halt Ji Ning, tie him down. Coordinate with Boundless Fiendgod and slay him," Daoist Demonheart commanded instantly.

"Yes."

The Seamless Limitless Formation nearest to Ji Ning immediately flew toward him.

Boom~~

The majestic Seamless Limitless Formation manifested, the surrounding space turning into a chaotic, seamless void, wreathed in endless black clouds as it rolled forward with crushing force. This formation could fight against genuine True Gods and Daofathers without fear.

Two hundred and eighty-nine Empyrean Gods and True Immortals made up the 'Seamless Limitless Formation.' Back in the Seamless Chaosworld, the 'King' created this formation to give Empyrean Gods and True Immortals a means of dealing with True Gods and Daofathers. Its greatest strength was trapping powerful foes!

"How utterly insane, charging straight at a formation," the black-robed Godking said from the city wall, shaking his head.

…

The vast Seamless Limitless Formation rolled forward.

Ji Ning, six arms wielding divine swords, transformed into a beam of light as he sprinted toward the formation.

Nuwa's army was still charging behind them.

The Seamless Gate army watched from a distance.

Both armies stared at this moment, at the collision between Fiendgod Ji Ning and the Seamless Limitless Formation.

"You block my path?" the ten-thousand-zhang Fiendgod Ji Ning said, looking at the endless black clouds rolling toward him, filled with figures of Empyrean Gods and True Immortals all staring at him coldly. He struck again.

A single sword-stroke.

The sword was the Chaos treasure, Northsea Sword.

"Whoosh."

It was as if a bolt of lightning had split the heavens and earth! No—it was faster than lightning! The incredibly resilient Seamless Limitless Formation, so adept at trapping enemies, was like a black bubble. Instantly, a streak of sword-light pierced straight through it! A single Empyrean God struck by that sword-light was instantly annihilated in both body and soul. The entire Seamless Limitless Formation collapsed.

Boom! The black bubble completely disintegrated.

This was Ji Ning's fastest, most ferocious, and most penetrating sword-stance—the Blood Drop Stance of the Brightmoon Sword-Art.

"How is this possible?" Empyrean God Tongxun was utterly shattered. "The Seamless Limitless Formation… broken by a single sword-stroke? This… this is impossible…"

"Heavens…"

"Save me!"

"Flee!"

The two hundred-plus Empyrean Gods and True Immortals were in complete chaos. Even combined into the Seamless Limitless Formation, they could not withstand that dreadful sword-stroke. Now that the formation was shattered, they were nothing but ants waiting to be slaughtered. What they hated most right now was that the Fiendgod Ji Ning had six arms! The six arms swung, sword-light dancing, the slaughter too swift. By the time Fiendgod Ji Ning carved his way from one end of the Seamless Limitless Formation to the other, over one hundred and eighty Empyrean Gods and True Immortals had fallen! Ji Ning did not bother to hunt them all down, his gaze fixed entirely on the white-haired, red-eyed Fiendgod charging toward him from afar.

"Excellent!"

Standing on the city wall, Patriarch Bodhi, upon seeing that breathtaking sword-stroke that was far more terrifying than thunder or lightning, slammed his palm onto the battlement in excitement.

"What a formidable sword-art! So fast! What terrifying sword-art!" The Yellow Emperor Xuan Yuan's expression changed. "A sword-stroke that surpasses the limits of the Heavenly Dao? No, it is more than that. His sword-art contains a strange spiral that makes it even faster and more penetrating. To think such a terrifying sword-art exists in the Three Realms right now!"

"Excellent sword-art."

"Has the Five Treasures Sword Art reached perfection?"

"With this single stroke, Ji Ning possesses the strength of a top-tier Daofather. He can fully match the Emissary of All Things."

The great powers of Nuwa's camp, who had been worried since the battle began, all exclaimed in admiration. Ordinary Empyrean Gods and True Immortals might not see it, but they could—Ji Ning's sword-art was not merely surpassing the limits of the Heavenly Dao; its profound mysteries were also incredibly lofty. It could be called the number one sword-art in the Three Realms.

"The number one sword-art in the Three Realms," Suiren said in a low voice, his eyes brimming with joy.

"Yes."

"Indeed, this sword-art deserves to be called number one."

All three Sovereigns praised it, and even the Buddhist Daofathers nodded in agreement.

Beside them, Patriarch Bodhi could not help but smile upon hearing his old friends praise his disciple.

…

Atop the Seamless City wall, the black-robed Godking and Daoist Demonheart were both deeply shaken. When the black-robed Godking saw that astonishing, peerlessly terrifying sword-stroke, his heart sank heavily… This was a major problem.

"We're in deep trouble," the black-robed Godking said, panicked.

Daoist Demonheart's face was ashen. She immediately sent a telepathic message to the white-haired, red-eyed Fiendgod: "Be careful. Prioritize defense. Tie him down. The Emissary of All Things will reinforce you shortly."

The white-haired, red-eyed Fiendgod was a being of strength approaching a top-tier Daofather. He and another Fiendgod had once held their own against the Pangu True Immortal Jimin, proving his power.

"Yes, Daofather."

On the distant battlefield.

The two armies' vanguards were now face-to-face. The six-armed Fiendgod Ji Ning and the white-haired, red-eyed Fiendgod charged at each other. Ji Ning's Northsea Sword moved.

"Pfft."

A bizarre, untraceable streak of sword-light flashed in an instant.

Pfft!

The head of white hair flew into the air.

The most bizarre sword-stroke, one that made its trajectory impossible to track—the Shadowless Stance of the Brightmoon Sword-Art!

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