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Chapter 539: Xie Xiaofeng's Foreseeable Future
Chapter 539: Xie Xiaofeng's Foreseeable Future
The 13 Life-Taking Swords displayed a transformation from motion to stillness.
The 14th Life-Taking Sword was the essence of the previous thirteen, and with a single strike, it manifested the pinnacle of transitioning from stillness back to motion.
This sword technique was a rarely seen, unparalleled sword art in the world. When Tie Kaicheng employed this move, he slew Wan Ningzi of the Hainan Sword Sect, leaving his opponent unable to retaliate.
Most people would have no choice but to perish against this sword.
However, Xie Xiaofeng was no ordinary person. Even if this sword technique was unparalleled, his swordsmanship and adaptability were also at the pinnacle.
His thoughts were faster than his sword!
Just as Yan Shisan thrust out with his fourteenth sword, Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship had already transformed from a raging gale into a gentle breeze, from a rushing torrent into a light spring. He should not have been able to block this sword, yet he somehow managed to do so.
Where there should have been no wind, a breeze arose.
Where there should have been no water, a stream flowed.
Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship seemed to adjust to his opponent's sword style, leaving no gaps or openings.
But...
Was that truly the case?
Xie Xiaofeng thought that Yan Shisan's 14th Life-Taking Sword was his trump card. Just as the venomous serpent had broken the surface and was about to bite into Xie Xiaofeng's throat, the tip of Xie Xiaofeng's sword suddenly appeared at the serpent's most vulnerable point.
The venomous serpent was impaled, and Yan Shisan's sword path had reached its limit.
Xie Xiaofeng's eyes lit up, as he knew the battle was about to end.
However, at that moment, Xie Xiaofeng suddenly noticed the venomous serpent's body twitch, and then, the serpent that should have been impaled underwent a transformation.
The venomous serpent became a venomous dragon!
The vital point was not the dragon's weak spot at all!
This venomous dragon had broken free from the impaling sword, and its entire body soared into the sky, obscuring the heavens and covering the sun. Accompanied by dark clouds and an ominous aura, it pressed down on Xie Xiaofeng.
Xie Xiaofeng found himself unable to move, completely suppressed by the venomous dragon.
Sheer terror shone in Xie Xiaofeng's eyes.
He could not have imagined that Yan Shisan's 13 Life-Taking Swords still had such a transformation. Although he had felt that the 14th sword was not the end, he would not be able to face the 15th sword, no matter how talented he was, in a short period of time.
His sword was already pinned down by the venomous dragon.
He was completely exposed before the venomous dragon.
This venomous dragon was the embodiment of Yan Shisan's long sword, a symbol of death itself!
Xie Xiaofeng knew that this was not an illusion.
Aside from the mental oppression of the sword intent of death, Yan Shisan's own sword momentum had also suppressed his long sword.
Therefore, even if Xie Xiaofeng could break free from Yan Shisan's integration of stillness and motion, his own changes had already reached their limit.
Yan Shisan's sword was already capable of piercing through his chest or throat at any moment!
"Is this what it feels like to face death?"
Xie Xiaofeng's life flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern. The extreme fear he had felt just now had transformed into merciless indifference.
Because he had already despaired.
Thus, Xie Xiaofeng prepared to meet his end, and he had even closed his eyes. "From now on, everything in this world has nothing to do with me."
In the next moment, Xie Xiaofeng felt a chill at his throat, but the dark clouds and atmosphere of death that had filled the sky just now had already disappeared.
"What's going on?"
Xie Xiaofeng opened his eyes and saw the tip of Yan Shisan's sword hovering three inches away from his throat. Then, in an instant, the sword was sheathed.
Witnessing this scene, Xie Xiaofeng's pupils constricted, and he was extremely shocked.
The previous sword had been as towering as a thousand-foot cliff, and as unstoppable as a bamboo shoot piercing through stone. It had already built up to its extreme, and once unleashed, it would have undoubtedly killed him.
Yet Yan Shisan had stopped!
"You lost." Yan Shisan said calmly.
Xie Xiaofeng's expression remained unchanged, but his hands began to tremble, and his mind started to crumble.
Since he was ten years old, he had never lost. His reputation had been tied to the glory of the Divine Sword Villa, and he had never even considered the possibility of defeat. He would never allow himself to fail.
He could not bear to face the disappointed gazes of his loved ones, nor could he fathom the consequences of his defeat.
He wanted to die!
But just as he thought of death, he also recalled what Yan Shisan had said earlier.
If he died, would it mean that he couldn't accept his loss?
"Hey, look at that trembling sword tip. He can't even hold his sword steady. Imagine how hard he must've been hit," Tie Kaicheng's mocking voice suddenly rang out. "Does this count as losing the sword and the person?"
But Xie Xiaofeng was still Xie Xiaofeng, and in an instant, he calmed down, no longer bothered by Tie Kaicheng's mockery, and accepted the result with equanimity.
"I lost," Xie Xiaofeng finally spoke.
As soon as he said this, everyone around was astonished.
A hint of dismay flashed in Huayu Kun's eyes, and Xie Feng Huang didn't know whether to cry over her family's defeat or laugh at the fact that even the victor over her husband could also lose.
Tian Ming Zen Master and Yuzhu Daoist sighed, as if witnessing the end of an era and the beginning of a new one.
Shopkeeper Xie heaved a sigh of relief, his eyes softening as he looked at Xie Xiaofeng.
Xie Wangsun remained expressionless, but the relaxed corners of his mouth betrayed his thoughts and emotions; he cared more about his son than the glory of the Xie family.
Yan Shisan's gaze softened as well, a hint of a smile in his eyes as he asked, "Don't want to die anymore?"
The trembling in Xie Xiaofeng's hand ceased, and he gently sheathed his longsword.
Looking at the black-sheathed longsword in his hand, he sighed, "Its rightful place is covered in black cloth, hidden from the world forever, just like that plaque."
"Perhaps your descendants will find a use for it," Yan Shisan remarked.
Xie Xiaofeng shook his head. "But along with the glory, this sword brings the pressure of taking lives."
Xie Xiaofeng turned to Tie Kaicheng, "I won't interfere in your grudge with Tianzun anymore."
Tie Kaicheng nodded, "Then, as we agreed, you'll return to the Divine Sword Villa and marry all the women you've slept with in the past, except for Murong Qiudi. You'll live a life of revelry and pleasure."
Although the people around had more or less heard this rumor, when Tie Kaicheng mentioned it again, they still felt that their brains couldn't keep up.
Xie Xiaofeng stood there, dumbfounded.
Xie Wangsun seemed like he wanted to laugh but held it in.
Shopkeeper Xie couldn't contain his laughter and burst out laughing.
The others also felt like laughing, but seeing Xie Xiaofeng's ugly expression, they forcibly held it back.
Although Xie Xiaofeng had lost to Yan Shisan, they weren't blind; they knew they were no match for Xie Xiaofeng, and his current mood was obviously not pleasant, so they didn't want to jinx themselves.
"There's... there's more..." The sword servant's voice trailed off, a strange expression on his face, "Among those women, a few came with children, a boy and three girls, not very old..."
The sword servant's face twisted, as if he was about to cry, "They... they... kind of resemble the Third Young Master..."
Xie Xiaofeng's face paled visibly, and he turned to Yan Shisan.
"Why don't you just kill me instead!"
(End of Chapter)
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