Stranger Danger

Chapter 910: Six Swords As One

“You’re not dead! Good, good!”

If Cheng Qishang was a normal person, he would have been shocked at Ye Qing’s survival; angry at the ease at which the young man had purged his Seven Wounds Sword Qi and Seven Wounds Sword Intent. But Cheng Qishang was a madman through and through, so he only got excited.

“You are worthy of witnessing my seventh sword!”

As soon as he finished, swords flew out of Cheng Qishang’s heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidney and mind. They were “Heart Damager”, “Liver Crusher”, “Spleen Breaker”, “Lung Mangler”, “Kidney Smasher”, and “Mind Fuddler”.

The six swords did not possess a fixed quality. They could be fierce, gentle, heavy, light, tangible or intangible. But one thing for certain, an incredible amount of sword qi was gathering in one place, and sword intent was everywhere.

Eventually, the sword qi transformed into a divine being over three hundred meters tall. He had three heads and six arms, and he was wearing a set of golden armor. His faces looked savage and violent.

The next moment, the divine being reached out and grabbed a sword with each hand. Then, he swung all six of his arms—vertical slash, horizontal slash, upward swing, downward swing, forward thrust and diagonal slash—at the same time.

Sword qi churned like a pot of boiling oil, and sword intent crisscrossed the space like a web. The six swords merged into one sword, and the six intents merged into one intent.

“To practice this sword art is to incur the seven wounds.

To incur the seven wounds is to incur comprehensive harm.

And To merge the seven wounds into one is to find no limit in heaven or earth.”

This was the seventh sword of the Seven Wounds Sword Art, the “All Wound”.

When the sword fell, all rivers would reach the sea at the east, and all of humanity would set in the west.

Of course, Ye Qing hadn’t been idle while Cheng Qishang was mustering his strongest attack. Dark yellow energy circulating throughout his body, he focused his strength, qi, and intent; qi, essence, and spirit into one, and punched. Space broke, and all things returned to Primal Chaos.

Buzz...

The sword hadn’t yet fallen, and the fist was just rising. The space between the duo began warping, the earth began shattering, and all the plants and buildings in the Sword Tomb disintegrated into fine powder without a sound.

The sword ripped through space and raced forward.

The fist shattered the ground and raced forward.

Sword met fist, and a thunderclap of epic proportions erupted throughout heaven and earth. The entire Sword Tomb began breaking and crumbling earnestly, and not even the whale tomb or the waters within a couple hundred meters of the whale tomb were spared from the tremors. It all started boiling and churning earnestly.

Countless trees collapsed, and even more Strangers scattered in every direction. Even the fog surrounding Fury Wind River was scattered in an instant, revealing the bright, silver moon in the sky.

“Hmm...? What are they doing? Don’t they know that an old turtle needs his sleep?”

At the bottom of the Fury Wind River, the Profound Origin Turtle opened its eyes and felt the terrifying energies permeating the air and the churning river water. After a quiet grumble, the taichi symbol behind its back rotated slowly—circulating yin and yang and manifesting the air of Dao in the process—and summoned a gigantic taichi symbol above the Fury Wind River. Slowly but surely, the churning river waters returned to calm.

With that done, the Profound Origin Turtle withdrew back into its shell and slept.

Back at the Sword Tomb, the swords held by the divine being disintegrated inch by inch, and numerous cracks were growing all over his body. It wasn’t long before he broke and collapsed to the ground.

“What an incredible fist technique.”

His swords were gone, and the divine being was destroyed. Cheng Qishang wobbled on his face as a smile spread across his pale face. “What is that technique?”

Ye Qing withdrew his skeletal fist—every piece of flesh and blood had been stripped clean from the clash—and declared, “It is the ‘Break Hammer’, one of the ‘Three Origin Hammers’ of the ancient titan, the Dark Overlord Li Hentian.”

“The Dark Overlord’s ‘Break Hammer’... it is as potent as the man who created it. I admit defeat.”

The light in Cheng Qishang’s eyes slowly dimmed. “But remember this well, my dear foe: It is I who lost this fight, not my sword art!”

“Cough... Yeah. Your sword art didn’t lose,” Ye Qing replied while coughing softly.

“Hahaha...”

Cheng Qishang let out one final laugh before falling on his back.

As soon as the swordsman hit the ground, a series of rumbles erupted inside Ye Qing’s body like someone was playing the drum inside. Then, blood jetted out of his eyes, ears, nose and mouth.

On the surface, Ye Qing didn’t look particularly injured. But internally, one would discover that his internal organs—the heart, the liver, the spleen, the lungs, and the kidneys—were all broken and crushed.

Although he managed to defeat Cheng Qishang using “Break Hammer”, Cheng Qishang had also dealt him a grievous blow using the seventh sword of his “Seven Wounds Swords Art”, the “All Wound”.

As its name implied, “All Wound” was a sword technique that combined “Heart Damager”, “Liver Crusher”, “Spleen Breaker”, “Lung Mangler”, “Kidney Smasher”, and “Mind Fuddler” into one. Although it was only one sword, it was like firing all six swords at the same time, except that it was greater in both sword qi and sword intent. It had shattered all of his internal organs and dealt him a grievous blow.

If his body wasn’t as tenacious as it was, if his strength of vigor wasn’t one of a kind, he would be dead already.

That was why Cheng Qishang said that he lost, but not his sword art.

“Sigh... what a shame!”

With the battle behind him, Ye Qing looked at the tattered Sword Tomb and the countless dead or wounded Swordsgrave disciple with a pained expression.

He learned from his dependents’ memories that, despite the Sword Tomb’s rather underworldly appearance, it was a bonafide Disaster-class Strange Artifact. Not only that, it was an extremely rare spatial-type Strange Artifact too. Despite boasting zero offensive capabilities, it could change its size at will and support an entire ecosystem.

Unfortunately, the Sword Tomb was completely destroyed from the impact, and he seriously doubted that it could be repaired.

Most of the Swordsgrave disciples were dead as well. They would have made such excellent Heavenly Demon Dependents. A shame, a shame.

Things turned out like this because he underestimated Cheng Qishang. He thought that it would be easy peasy for him to deal with one puny Cheng Qishang with his yang god forged and the “Earthly Sovereign Scripture” at his core.

In reality? He did win, but it was a pyrrhic victory.

Had he waited for Feng Qingyou before jumping into battle, the outcome could’ve been completely different.

Ye Qing’s heart ached again when he thought until this point. Oh, who was he kidding, every single organ in his body was hurting like a bitch. So, he gave into the urge and coughed violently. He coughed until it looked like he might collapse at any moment.

Unbeknownst to Ye Qing, a corpse lying not far away from him twitched a little while he was busy coughing his internal organs out, possibly literally.

The next moment, the corpse abruptly jumped to his feet and rushed toward Ye Qing like a phantom, sword qi filling the sky.

Unfortunately, not a single blade of sword qi managed to hurt a hair on Ye Qing’s person. They all made contact with a sheen of dark yellow light and melted into nothing.

The next moment, energies mingled, demonic thought filled the sky, and space crumpled without a sound. Ye Qing lowered his hand, and the figure was pinned to the ground just like that. He could not move a muscle no matter what he tried.

“Cough... Cheng Qishang managed to hurt me because he is Cheng Qishang. What in the world makes you think you can compare to him?” Ye Qing scoffed between coughs as he walked up to the figure.

The figure was Chen Cang, of course.

“It was an act?” Despite the invisible energies immobilizing him completely, Chen Cang forced himself to lift his head and uttered.

“Of course. How else am I going to bait you into showing yourself?”

Ye Qing looked Chen Cang from head to toe. “Tsk tsk, what the hell happened to you while we were gone? How pitiful!”

There was a speck of flesh or blood beneath Chen Cang’s waist. Not only that, his bones were completely covered in molten bronze. It was a horrific sight to put it mildly.

Now he understood why Chen Cang had chosen to make one final gambit instead of running. He literally couldn’t run even if he wanted to.

“It’s all because of you! It’s all because of you!”

Chen Cang screamed at the top of his lungs, “Why can’t you just die? Why can’t you just die?!”

If it wasn’t for Ye Qing, he would not be hunted by the Seventy Two Water Land Alliance. If he wasn’t hunted by the Seventy Two Water Land Alliance, he wouldn’t be “rescued” by Cheng Qishang and tortured day and night.

“Haha, it was all because of me? I’m so happy to hear that!” Ye Qing beamed at him. “Your misery is my joy, Chen Cang!”

“You—Pwack!”

Chen Cang was so furious that he threw up blood.