Chapter 75: Another Perfect Completion

“Die!”
In his desperation, Su Yizhao could only clench his right fist and swing it fiercely.
A thunderous crash resounded as Su Yizhao was flung backward.
Their fists collided head-on, and he was completely defeated!
He felt a massive force surge from his right hand into his body.
In an instant, his sleeve dissolved into ashes, his dantian’s profound energy churned in chaos, his internal organs twisted in agony, and countless soul attacks shot toward the soul figure within his violet palace.
A single punch, carrying threefold assaults.
Such was the power of the Seventh Divine Realm—a sign, too, of nearing the Void Stage!
This middle-aged man had already reached the pinnacle of the Seventh Divine Realm!
Su Yizhao spat blood, his cries echoing.
All the illusory figures vanished in a flash.
This was truly a moment between life and death.
The middle-aged man, confident, did not pursue.
Su Yizhao found a glimmer of hope.
He shouted, “Escape!”
Seeing Su Yizhao not only survive but cry out, the man’s eyes again showed admiration.
Perfected Grand Spell!
Even his fist technique was perfected!
To restore the continent’s cultivation order, such talent was desperately needed!
“What a pity!”
The man sighed and vanished once more.
Su Yizhao sensed something and looked up, only to find the man waiting calmly twenty yards ahead, ready for Su Yizhao to walk right into his trap.
Su Yizhao whispered, “Earth Sword Technique!”
Nine flying swords burst forth, forming myriad sword lights that arranged themselves in a mystical umbrella before him.
The middle-aged man leisurely punched through the air.
A huge fist condensed overhead, whistling toward him at lightning speed.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Too late to dodge, the fist struck the golden umbrella.
The swiftly spinning golden lights sliced at the fist, producing harsh metallic sounds.
Su Yizhao felt a tremendous force and was forced to retreat.
In his spiritual sense, the man vanished again.
He reappeared ten yards behind, raised his fist, and struck once more.
A Seventh Divine Realm cultivator—able to reach such heights!
Driven back by the immense force ahead, Su Yizhao faced another fist aimed at his spine.
Now, the golden umbrella was shattered beyond repair.
He quickly formed hand seals, and the six nodes in his dantian erupted with profound energy.
Perfected Ice Shield Technique.
Perfected Vine Technique.
Behind him, a thick ice shield appeared instantly, and countless vine-like tendrils reached for the incoming fist.
“Perfected again! Boy, you are doomed today!”
The man’s eyes no longer held admiration.
Anyone who could perfect all spells was a formidable foe!
Crunch! Crunch!
The vines shattered, the fist broke through, charging with deadly force.

Su Yizhao’s eyes sparkled with hope.
The fist’s shadow had faded!
Boom!
The weakened fist struck the ice shield, which shattered instantly.
But the fist’s shadow vanished completely.
Even so, Su Yizhao was not yet at ease. Suddenly, the man vanished once more.
Su Yizhao’s expression changed dramatically.
Above, below, to every side—fists everywhere.
Countless fist shadows converged on him from all directions!
He opened his eyes wide.
His dantian’s pool of profound energy boiled furiously.
In a breath, layers upon layers of thick ice shields surrounded him, and vines wrapped around the fist shadows.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions sounded as ice fragments flew everywhere.
The darkness of night was receding.
The first light of dawn pierced the east.
The middle-aged man, refusing to give up, attacked with wild ferocity.
Su Yizhao defended with all his might.
From the outset, their battle was at its peak, expanding ever wider.
Feng Manyin and Hua Chengshuang, faces filled with terror, instinctively retreated.
Suddenly—
Su Yizhao closed his eyes.
Perfected spells meant the utmost familiarity—one thought, and the spell manifested.
Logically, there should be nothing left to master.
Yet now, he felt something new.
The Dao is everywhere—vast as heaven and earth, small as dust.
But what is the Dao?
He opened his eyes abruptly.
The Dao is the rule!
He laughed aloud, and the nine swords soared forth.
In that instant, he comprehended.
He perfected the Heavenly Sword Technique!
In the darkness before dawn, nine swords gleamed gold.
Suddenly, the golden light faded, as if merging into the sunlight, leaving no trace.
The middle-aged man felt the sunlight dazzling, and his eyes blinked rapidly.
But in that moment, every hair on his body stood on end.
A tremendous sense of danger enveloped him, and in desperation he unleashed a flurry of a hundred punches toward the sunlight.
His silver-flashing right fist met the sunlight.
Ping!
A soft sound.
Su Yizhao fixed his gaze on the man’s fist.
There, amidst the silver glow, was a needle-sized hole.
From the hole, a trickle of blood emerged.
Crack! Crack!
Faint sounds, as if bones were being pierced.
The man’s right arm stretched straight.
The first rays of sun shone on his forehead.
There, too, was a tiny hole, from which blood welled.
Suddenly—
Su Yizhao smiled!
The man raised his right fist, staring at the bead of blood.
He frowned at the sight.
The blood on his brow, jolted by his frown, slowly trickled down.
He murmured, “Impossible!”
No sooner had he spoken than his eyes flew wide, and he collapsed.
Su Yizhao moved quickly, passing by and removing the storage ring.
The man finally fell from the air.
Su Yizhao closed his eyes, savoring the sword he had just unleashed.
Sunlight does not shine everywhere, but the Dao is omnipresent.
The man’s external wounds were small, but the nine swords, transformed into needles, had stirred through him within.
The Dao is everywhere!
Su Yizhao pondered for a few breaths, then suddenly opened his eyes, lunging toward the stunned Hua Chengshuang.
Hua Chengshuang screamed and fled.
Su Yizhao willed a golden light to sweep across the back of his head like sunlight.
Hua Chengshuang’s body faltered and collapsed.
Feng Manyin still gazed at him, stupefied.
Brothel Swordsman.
He truly wielded a masterful sword!
Su Yizhao flashed her a smile, pointing below. “They say they want to rebuild the continent’s cultivation order—it just might be true!”
His finger seemed to hold a spell, and Feng Manyin could not resist following its direction.
What she saw made her cry out in shock.
“They’re… they’re here!”
The snow had been swept away for dozens of yards by the fierce battle, revealing the hard ice beneath.
On the ice lay a corpse—but not a human one.
It was a monster’s corpse.
More accurately, a massive shell.
The shell hung open, lifeless, a pile of perforated flesh within.
Su Yizhao descended and knocked on the shell, producing a hollow sound.
This shell was no ordinary thing—it was a naturally forged treasure, above divine grade!
“Deep-sea monster cultivators came ashore?” Feng Manyin asked, trembling.
Su Yizhao stowed the shell in his storage ring. “This isn’t the time to discuss it, nor are we the ones to do so. Right now, we must report this news!”
“Hua Chengshuang wasn’t a monster cultivator!” Feng Manyin exclaimed.
Su Yizhao frowned.
He wasn’t a monster cultivator—this was the greater headache…