Chapter 232: Sword Qi of Slaughter

Everything was on the right track.

w.a.n.g Chong didn’t need to worry too much about them anymore. Once the s...o...b..ll gained sufficient momentum, nothing would be able to stop it.

While the s...o...b..ll hadn't really grown large enough for w.a.n.g Chong, at the very least it was already starting to move!

Thus, after meeting with Zhao Jingdian and Wei Hao a few more times, w.a.n.g Chong returned to his training.

Days pa.s.sed one after another, and w.a.n.g Chong's martial arts progressed steadily.

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Eight days later...

Chi!

In a dark chamber, a burst of radiance suddenly shot forth from w.a.n.g Chong's dull sword.

That radiance was as thin as a thread of hair, but it was incomparably glaring, making it extremely difficult to even set one's eyes on it. On top of that, the radiance seemed to be very compact. It didn't fade or dissipate even after traveling a distance of ten zhang.

Only after coming into contact with the wall around twelve zhang away did it swiftly dissipate into nothingness.

"This... Sword qi! Great!" w.a.n.g Chong stared at the surge of light excitedly

After ten days of experimentation and comprehension, he had finally compressed the Origin Energy in his body to the maximum, thus forging this string-like surge of sharp sword qi.

It might be as thin as a strand of hair, but it was the result of compressing an immense quant.i.ty of Origin Energy into a line.

After so many days of effort, I've finally succeeded in cultivating sword qi!, w.a.n.g Chong thought excitedly.

In truth, sword qi was actually Origin Energy compressed to its maximum. It was due to this that expert swordsmen possess unbelievable might in their attacks.

In that instant, w.a.n.g Chong suddenly felt that all of the effort he had devoted to his training had paid off.

"Hm?" While w.a.n.g Chong's heart was beating so excitedly, he suddenly noticed a bizarre ray of light spilling into the chamber. It didn't originate from the entrance, but the wall right in front of him.

The location he was in should have been a dark training chamber, a place completely devoid of light. He had chosen this place to grow to train his hearing and temper his instincts. Thus, the ray of light was truly out-of-place.

"There shouldn't be any light here...?" w.a.n.g Chong walked toward the light, finding a narrow slit on the wall a meter above the ground. That bizarre light shone in right from this slit.

Initially, w.a.n.g Chong was completely baffled by this small slit. He even raised his finger to touch and a.n.a.lyze it. But soon, he realized something—wasn't this slit at the spot where the sword qi he launched had struck?

What's going on? Could it be that my sword qi has even penetrated the wall of this training chamber? w.a.n.g Chong was stunned.

The training chamber he was in was made of steel. It was precisely due to the difficulty of building such steel chambers that these training chambers could only be found on the main peak.

In fact, w.a.n.g Chong even chose one of the st.u.r.dier training chambers, prepared specifically for martial artists with a cultivation realm of Origin Energy Tier 7 and above. When he checked the wall, he had ascertained it to be at least a chi thick.

Even the Wootz steel sword would have trouble cutting such a thick layer of st.u.r.dy steel.

And yet, he actually left such a narrow slit on the wall with his sword qi?

"The sword qi of the Art of Life Ma.s.sacre is actually so sharp?" w.a.n.g Chong glanced at the dull metal sword with his trembling eyes. Even though he was the one who launched that sword qi, he still found the situation a little too unbelievable.

Chi!

Suddenly, a thought suddenly struck w.a.n.g Chong and he abruptly lifted his head. Without much thought, he turned around, swung his sword, and chi, another glaring radiance shot out and disappeared into the thick steel wall.

w.a.n.g Chong waited for a moment, but other than the thin ray of light, the room remained completely dark.

"This... Am I mistaken? Was that slit not caused by my sword qi?" Stunned, w.a.n.g Chong was unsure of himself.

Was this all a coincidence?

Weng!

While w.a.n.g Chong was contemplating, a small ray of light suddenly penetrated the wall and shone into the chamber.

Two small rays of light, one on his left and one on his right, crossed each other, creating a particularly conspicuous sight.

Indeed! It was the result of the sword qi of the Art of Life Ma.s.sacre!,w.a.n.g Chong thought as he gazed at the two small rays of light on the walls. In truth, even though he had already verified his conjecture, this matter was still a little too inconceivable for him to accept at this moment.

To think that the sword qi from Elder Su's Art of Life Ma.s.sacre would be so sharp! I have barely cultivated the most basic level of sword qi and yet, I am already capable of cutting through steel a chi thick. If I were to master this foundation formula, it would be unimaginable how fearsome my sword qi would be. It is no wonder why Elder Su was able to slay innumerable foreign steel cavalry with his individual strength in the capital back then.

w.a.n.g Chong took in a deep breath as awe for Su Zhengchen sprouted in his heart.

This was his first time witnessing the might of the 《Art of G.o.d and Demon Obliteration》, and furthermore, rather than just a description from Su Zhengchen, he was experiencing it personally.

In an instant, many thoughts flashed across w.a.n.g Chong's mind as he recalled the incidents that occurred in his previous life.

The foreign cavalry that appeared back then wasn't only strong, their defensive capability had also reached a monstrous level.

Their bodies were compact, powerful, and resilient, and they seemed to possess no weaknesses whatsoever. Seemingly fatal attacks were completely ineffective against them.

The conventions that governed battle didn't seem to apply to them. Even with a sword impaled through them, they were still able to move without trouble.

They could even survive destructive martial arts that could kill a human several times over. The defenses and resilience of both parties simply weren't on the same level.

Due to this, humans suffered catastrophic losses, and many famous experts in both Great Tang and other nations perished in the face of them.

Fresh blood and death soon forged the names of these invaders, but even their fearsome reputation failed to match up to their true prowess. Humans truly had no way of standing against them.

w.a.n.g Chong had once witnessed the sight of a thousand foreign cavalry annihilating a human army of ten thousand people.

Even the army that w.a.n.g Chong trained only managed to fight squarely with them through vastly improving cooperation among troops and collaborative brainstorming to maximize their fighting prowess.

Teamwork. That was probably the greatest edge that humans had over them.

But under such circ.u.mstances, Su Zhengchen actually managed to kill almost ten thousand foreign cavalry with just his individual might.

When w.a.n.g Chong first heard of this matter, all he thought was that Su Zhengchen was incredible. To what extent the other party's real strength was had remained unfathomable to him.

In the past three months with Su Zhengchen, w.a.n.g Chong learned much of the other party. He was a stubborn and determined person who stuck firmly to his values. He valued kins.h.i.+p, and this left him drowning in the sorrows of the past, thus playing a part in his eventual seclusion from the world. All in all, he was an unhappy old man.

However, one thing he never learned from Su Zhengchen was exactly how strong the other party was. Even at the moment when the both of them parted, the latter had only demonstrated an insignificant “Void Crus.h.i.+ng Palm”.

Thus, this was the first time w.a.n.g Chong had a peek into the true Su Zhengchen, as well as what lay beneath the glacier known as the Art of G.o.d and Demon Obliteration.

Those foreign cavalry that fell in the capital then must have surely died tragically, w.a.n.g Chong thought.

Given the might of the Art of G.o.d and Demon Obliteration, w.a.n.g Chong was certain that the foreign cavalry must have ended up with innumerable holes in their bodies. Under such circ.u.mstances, no matter how resilient and compact their bodies were, the only fate that awaited them was death.

"The Art of G.o.d and Demon Obliteration... As expected of the strongest sword art in the Central Plains. Even when facing a True Martial realm expert, I am confident that I could shatter the layer of qi protection around them to inflict wounds on them!"

w.a.n.g Chong suddenly became very certain that the Art of Life Ma.s.sacre that Su Zhengchen gave him was the fundamental sutra to the Art of G.o.d and Demon Obliteration.

The might of this ultimate art exceeded w.a.n.g Chong's imagination. With this, he was confident in carrying out his plans.

Thus, in the next few days, w.a.n.g Chong did nothing at all. He spent his time behind the walls of the dark chambers nouris.h.i.+ng his sword qi.

The cultivation method to the Art of Life Ma.s.sacre was very different from conventional martial arts.

The first thing he had to do was to drive his Origin Energy through his meridians via the method in the sutra and compress it relentlessly, making it concentrated, compact, and st.u.r.dy.

When he finally compressed it to the very maximum, when only a sliver of it remained, his Origin Energy would break through and become sword qi.

This was an extraordinarily tiring and difficult process!

But what that followed after that was even more important. When the Origin Energy was finally compressed to the very maximum and turned into sword qi, what he would have to do next was to nourish that sliver of sword qi and sword intent, and slowly strengthen and enlarge it.

This process was even more difficult than the previous one. During the nourishment of sword qi or sword intent, your attention could not be allowed to wander in the slightest.

Time slowly pa.s.sed, and w.a.n.g Chong's cultivation of his sword intent was making progress every day. The initial sliver had doubled, and it was still growing steadily.

Even though the cultivation of sword qi was separate from the cultivation of internal energy, w.a.n.g Chong could still clearly sense his cultivation progressing with each pa.s.sing day.

When w.a.n.g Chong's Sword Qi of Ma.s.sacre finally reached the size of a chopstick, he could felt his progress gradually slowing down.

This sensation wasn't foreign to him; it was a bottleneck.

“It seems like I can only go this far in my Sword Qi of Ma.s.sacre with my cultivation realm of Origin Energy Tier 7. If I wish to make further progress, I have to reach Origin Energy Tier 8 first.

In the dark chamber, a surge of sword qi slowly traveled from w.a.n.g Chong's finger to envelop the blade of the sword in his hand. The sword qi was so bright that even the radiance of the sun seemed to pale in comparison

Probably only w.a.n.g Chong using the Sword Qi of Ma.s.sacre was capable of possessing such powerful sword qi while only having cultivation at the Origin Energy realm.

Chi!

w.a.n.g Chong swung his sword along the wall, and a layer of metal immediately peeled off the wall as though he were slicing tofu. The entire process was so easy that it was difficult to believe that this could be true!

Since I'm done with my cultivation, I should head out now.

After staying in the dark chamber for two more days, w.a.n.g Chong finally left the premises. And it was exactly then that a guest came to visit w.a.n.g Chong.

After waiting for twenty days or so, Yang Zhao finally couldn't sit still any longer. But instead of looking for Big Uncle w.a.n.g Gen, he came straight to the Kunwu Training Camp to look for w.a.n.g Chong.

Kunwu Training Camp was a place governed by strict rules, and even w.a.n.g Chong's Big Uncle had to send a letter to w.a.n.g Chong to get him sneak out just to meet.

But Yang Zhao was different.

Taking the token that Consort Taizhen had requested from the Sage Emperor, and using the front of paying respects to the fallen troops on behalf of the Sage Emperor, he walked brazenly into Kunwu Training Camp looking for w.a.n.g Chong.