Legend of Swordsman - Chapter 5586: Cruel

Chapter 5586: Cruel

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“If I wanted you dead, you would have died a hundred times over by now!” Jian Wushuang shook his head.

Killing an ordinary person was well within his capabilities.

Initially, he had concealed his aura so well that he could have struck at the first sight of the opponent. However, due to Hu Qing’s presence, he refrained from doing so.

As for right or wrong?

Was it wrong for him to offer sacrifices?

If there were true right or wrong, then the Universe Origin Source, the Spacetime Origin Source, and even the infinite Starry Kky were all wrong.

Why give birth to such powerful life forms?

Wouldn’t it be better if everyone were the same?

Did he really want to sacrifice those ordinary lives?

It was all guided by the divine, and he had to do it to survive.

Assisting Bai Junwang in regaining his peak, they ultimately fell into the trap set by Shen Ling, resurrecting Fuego.

So now, they were no longer associated with the Qishen Temple, and all of this seemed meaningless.

In this cruel world, every weak individual was tragic.

The heart of pity had long been exhausted.

So, Jian Wushuang had to strengthen himself, just as every cultivator sought the path to becoming stronger.

The world was unfair, so he had to become powerful!

If, after practicing for such a long time, one couldn’t understand this principle, then there was no point in continuing cultivation – just wait for death.

Everything followed the highest rules.

Hu Qing’s personality, perhaps due to limited experiences, might have been born into the wrong world. If he had been born in a peaceful land, living as an ordinary person for a lifetime would have been best!

Clang!

Jian Wushuang closed his eyes and drew the Jueyun Sword from his back.

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But the Sword Dao Origin Source within his body underwent a qualitative change at this moment.

The long sword was unsheathed, and the sword’s resonance cut through the silent space.

The thick mist immediately dispersed.

Seemingly an ordinary sword, it erupted into a universe made of swords.

This sword was inspired!

It was exactly the sword Jian Wushuang had wanted to create – without any hidden techniques but bursting forth with his current strongest power.

One sword strike could sever a supreme-peak expert.

After breaking through the ninth level of the Ultimate Sword Dao, he continued to refine it. Without the chance to create his own pinnacle supreme sword technique, it seemed that with this one sword strike, he had achieved the pinnacle supreme technique.

A tremendous Sword Intent slowly cleaved through the dense fog. Wherever it passed, the fog dissipated, transforming into a line or, one could say, turning that thick mist into a painting.

The originally billowing fog that covered a range of billions of miles instantly turned into a thin, paper-like image.

There was no force capable of obstructing the path of the long sword.

Even the power of Death had to retreat.

With the blockade of the universe lifted, the moment this force erupted, it caused a stir in the Human Realm.

Some supreme-peak old monsters in the central divine mountains, far away, opened their eyes one after another.

“A mysterious strong presence has appeared again!”

“Quick! Inform the temple; this force is beyond our ability to stop.”

“No, don’t inform the Grand Venerable?”

The strongest figure in the Human Realm saw his status plummet after these mysterious strong beings intervened several times. Each supreme-peak expert that appeared in these instances was much stronger than the Grand Sovereign.

Whether it was the recently breakthrough Hu Qing, the explosive Jiang Shang, or Long Yi, each of them easily dominated the Four Great Secret Realms, these half-baked supreme-peak beings.

Not only did the Human Realm shake, but even Zhen Ling widened his eyes.

Discovering the power of Death was shocking enough; he was even prepared to take personal action because the power of Death was of great significance.

When Jian Wushuang wielded the power of Life back then, he could turn a blind eye, as having the power of Life was a good thing. Even though there were no reports of anyone controlling the power of Life, at least it was one of their own who controlled it!

Now, with the appearance of the power of Death, even if it was one of their own who wielded it, it had to be eliminated quickly.

The prophecy Xuan Yi made was indeed terrifying.

A peerless strongman would emerge in the future, destroying a river of time and space.

The only thing capable of destroying the river of time and space was the power of Death.

The river of time and space where the Qishen Temple was located was disrupted because of the power of Death.

So, it had to be stopped!

But before he could take action, the sword strike from Jian Wushuang just now caught his attention.

A single sword strike could turn the nine layers of the universe into one layer, as if compressing space into a sheet of paper.

This sword technique was even more mystical than the power of Life on Jian Wushuang’s body.

Although there were no reports of anyone being able to control the power of Life, it was omnipresent, albeit only in the hands of the Law Rules.

However, a technique that could completely crush space into a sheet of paper was something he had never seen or heard of.

For a moment, he was stunned in place!

The Human Realm.

Jian Wushuang was surprised by the power of the sword strike he had just unleashed. The sword strike, driven by a sudden surge of emotions, turned out to be incredibly potent; the force of Death seemed as fragile as a piece of paper.

The Sword Intent relentlessly descended, quickly dispersing the thick fog.

Before the mist completely dissipated, a figure emerged from within.

A slender figure, a rounded head, thick eyebrows, and a pair of eyes radiating the essence of Death.

A gentle breeze brushed by, causing his robes to flutter.

“Hu Qing!” Jian Wushuang’s eyes twitched, hastily sheathing the sword.

The sword shadow vanished completely in front of Hu Qing.

Jiang Shang also noticed Hu Qing, her expression shifting as if she intended to approach, but Jian Wushuang held her back.

The current Hu Qing underwent a tremendous transformation; apart from his appearance, his aura and power were entirely different.

Jian Wushuang shook his head, whispering, “He is not Hu Qing!”

When he unleashed that sword strike a moment ago, he sensed something amiss and, upon discovering it was Hu Qing, decided to stop.

What if it was just a possession?

He wasn’t even sure of the true strength of that sword strike. If it had truly struck down Hu Qing, it would be a grave sin.

“Or, to put it differently, he is not the one in control now!” Jian Wushuang explained.

He understood Hu Qing’s power. Hu Qing controlled the divine power of Samsara, not the force of Death.

Jiang Shang felt a sense of urgency, regret weighing heavily on her heart.

Especially after learning that her master had dared to oppose the Qishen Temple for her sake!

It all began because of her.

Inside her, the True Spirit formed again, somewhat exhausted, and said, “Master!”

Jiang Shang’s eyes were moist.

She gently comforted the Origin Source True Spirit.

In the beginning, she was just an ordinary girl, just someone wanting to have enough to eat, leading a simple life with her brother.

Everything changed because of that bloody sacrifice!

The sacrifice claimed her brother’s life, granting her rebirth and setting her on the path of cultivation.

Without her brother, Master Hu Qing became her family.

Now, Master Hu Qing, deeply immersed in a slumber, was being controlled by the power of Death.

Surrounded by the loss of her parents in early years, her brother’s death, and the current crisis of her master.

She felt powerless!

The powerful aura on her body weakened once again.

The Origin Source True Spirit consoled, “Master, this is not your fault!”

Transformed into a cat-like form, the Origin Source True Spirit gently nudged Jiang Shang’s ankle with its head.

While Jiang Shang felt helpless, Jian Wushuang, on the other hand, was filled with a rising battle spirit.

“Moluo, step back!”

This battle was a clash between the power of Life and the power of Death. No one else had the capacity to interfere here.