Chapter 46: The Way of the Sword

Sword Dynasty

Volume 1: Great Rebel

Chapter 46: The Way of the Sword

Seeing Li Daoji's long sword slashing against the silver flying sword, a gleam of ferocity flashed across the face of the man dressed in a crimson brocade robes. The fingers on his left hand moved, and the tail of the vibrating silver flying sword vibrated even more intensely.

With a few pops, the air shaken by the vibrating sword exploded.

The silver flying sword seemed on the verge of breaking as it suddenly slashed at an unimaginable speed, slicing towards Li Daoji's neck.

Li Daoji snorted softly. A torrential wave of power collided between his hand and the sword hilt.

The sword hilt in his hand glowed with a red light.

The black sword instantly straightened.

In the next moment, this sword, which was almost as long as he was tall, curved strangely under the influence of the force.

The black sword radiated dazzling flames and curved into a black crescent.

A part of the curved blade precisely blocked the small silver sword that was slashing down. The two swords collided fiercely, without the sound of metal clashing, but like two waves colliding, causing the air to explode in bursts.

The face of the man dressed in a crimson brocade robes grew even colder. He shouted. His fingers splayed as he managed to control the silver flying sword, which flew dozens of feet away. At the same time, his back trembled. The incredibly thick and wide copper blade fluttered out of its sheath and landed in front of him.

His right hand reached in front of him and grabbed the sword hilt. However, before he could, a blood-red pill flew out of his right sleeve and landed in his mouth.

Boom.

This bean-sized red pill emitted a terrifying explosion in his throat, transforming into a torrent of energy that flooded him.

Time seemed to stop at that moment.

Li Daoji’s long sword remained crescent. The blade had not yet rebounded.

However, the man dressed in a crimson brocade robes had already moved forward.

The ground in front of him silently caved in.

The silence was palpable, as the sound did not even have time to spread.

The copper sword was flung into the air by the strong wind in front of him as he moved. The thick blade glided along his right palm and moved forward.

In the small space where the copper sword touched his right palm, a vast amount of vital energy flowed from his palm to the blade.

The copper sword lit up.

A straight seal line seemed to light up in his palm, stretching from the tip of the sword to the hilt.

The hand of the man dressed in a crimson brocade robes finally gripped the sword hilt.

Boom. At this moment, the explosion caused by his footsteps finally reached the ears of the people in the distance.

A wave of flames lit up on his wide sword.

These flames were blue, like the flames of a pill cauldron.

The face of the man dressed in a crimson brocade robes flushed red atop the blue flames, like a thick blush radiating from his skin.

The air in front of him was forcibly pushed aside by the flaming sword in his hand and his body, creating two wild gusts of wind that headed towards either side of him.

He reached Li Daoji in one step, the giant sword in his hand slashing down like a giant metal stick rather than a sword. The blue flames expanded again, forming a blue cauldron!

Li Daoji's narrowed eyes turned into a line under the light of the blue flames.

He knew he could not retreat.

If he retreated, the giant sword coming towards him would advance again, and the blue flames would grow even stronger.

His left hand, which had been motionless at his side, also landed on the hilt of his red sword. The black blade emitted white balls of primal energies of the universe like giant white goat horns protruding from its blade.

Without any grace, the long sword in his hand collided fiercely with the incoming giant sword.

The man dressed in a crimson brocade robes let out a low grunt.

He fell backward, and at this moment, the medicinal power that had dissipated into his body gave him powerful support. His body remained in place, and the sword in his hand continued to advance.

The wind blew fiercely across the battlefield once more.

The carriage beside Li Daoji tilted to the side in the strong wind, one wheel lifting off the ground and the other emitting a dissonant screech.

Boom!

Li Daoji's body was suddenly thrown dozens of feet backward as if struck by several carriages. He slammed onto a locust tree.

His face turned as pale as snow, but his lips were as red as blood.

Blood spurted from his back. The bark of the locust tree he had struck exploded. Yellow leaves immediately fell from the treetops to the ground.

The dancing yellow leaves surrounded the swordsman, whose back was covered in blood.

This heart-wrenching scene makes people think of death.

The man dressed in a crimson brocade robes felt a slight, uncomfortable heat. He knew this was a side effect of the pill medicine.

When he saw a scene like this, he still felt very happy. But in the next moment, his breath stopped.

He felt the presence of death approaching him from above.

There were only dancing yellow leaves.

“No!”

His pupils contracted. At that moment, he saw a small yellow sword behind the swaying yellow leaves.

This small sword was only the length of two yellow leaves. It spun with the yellow leaves as if weightless.

The man dressed in a crimson brocade robes felt a sense of intense terror. His left hand trembled. He used his mental power to cause the small silver sword floating by his side to fly upwards toward the falling yellow sword.

Clink clink clink…

Numerous impact sounds rang out above his head.

All the yellow leaves were torn apart by the sword energy, but the face of this man dressed in a crimson brocade robes grew paler. He realized he could not keep up with the speed of the yellow sword.

Li Daoji raised his head silently. His back and the shattered tree trunk separated, creating a trail of blood.

Before the trail broke in midair, he was already in front of the man dressed in a crimson brocade robes.

The long sword in his hand slashed towards the man dressed in a crimson brocade robes, its black blade spinning in the air, vibrating, and transforming into dozens of black circles of various sizes before everyone's eyes.

Dozens of black circles of light appeared in front of the man dressed in a crimson brocade robes.

The face of this man dressed in a crimson brocade robes turned pale, and the giant sword in his hand froze.

It no longer had any meaning.

He could not sense when or where the true sword hidden within these dozens of circles would land. In this momentary lapse of attention, his silver sword lost track of the small, leaf-shaped sword.

“Pew…”

A soft sound. Numerous wounds appeared on the man dressed in a crimson brocade robes simultaneously, creating a spray of blood.

With a muffled thud, the giant sword in the hand of the man dressed in a crimson brocade robes fell hard to the ground.

He sat powerlessly on the ground.

The silver sword drew a silver streak and ended in the courtyard of the Fish Market.

“How is this possible…”

The man dressed in a crimson brocade robes looked utterly desperate. His hair was stained with blood, his face covered in blood. He felt extremely cold from the blood loss and was trembling uncontrollably.

He stared in shock and confusion at Li Daoji, who was silently treating the wound on his back. His white lips moved slightly. “How could you defeat me?”

Li Daoji struggled to remove the wooden splinter embedded in his back while using his feet to pick up the Remnant Sword that had fallen under the locust tree.

He did not look at the man dressed in a crimson brocade robes. He ignored the blood gushing from his mouth and slowly turned to walk towards the carriage.

“Why?” The man dressed in a crimson brocade robes shouted, his emotions uncontrollable, “Your flying sword and swordsmanship are both above mine, why didn’t you dare to come out of the White Goat Cave before this? Why didn’t you just kill me?”

Hearing the man’s shout, Li Daoji slowly turned around.

He said coldly in a voice that only the two of them could hear, “I didn’t leave White Goat Cave not because I was afraid of you, but because I had nothing to prove. I didn’t kill you because there aren’t many of us Han people left alive. Yu Daoan, my former sect’s senior brother, you can be considered my only family in this world.”

Li Daoji’s figure disappeared into the carriage.

The carriage slowly moved away, its axle making a strange sound.

The man dressed in a crimson brocade robes sat in a daze, forgetting to even stop his bleeding.

When the battle ended, countless exclamations and gasps rang out in the silent alleys and streets.

“Who is he?”

“What swordsmanship is that!”

 

The battle between this man called Yu Daoan and Li Daoji was brief. In the eyes of ordinary people, this was not as exciting and dangerous as the battles between other realm five cultivators.

This was because in the battles they had seen involving flying swords, the flying swords were extremely powerful and unpredictable, falling like rain from the sky, flying close to the ground and creating earth waves, hiding within the mist, and even silently flying out of the ground or through walls.

In those battles, the flying swords from both sides would collide countless times in midair, sending sparks flying around the two cultivators.

However, the people around the Fish Market were no ordinary people. Therefore, in their eyes, the brief battle between Li Daoji and Yu Daoan was even more dangerous and thrilling.

Yu Daoan's flying sword attack at the start of the fight was simple and decisive, knowing what was coming but unable to block it. This attack would only come from cultivators who had fought in armies before. In close combat, they needed to quickly and easily deal with opponents who posed a threat. Otherwise, if they were trapped, they could be killed by surrounding swordsmen who were usually not a threat.

In the next moment, Yu Daoan had already swallowed a pill medicine to increase his potential. This type of pill sword path, where pills and swords were used together in battle, was a tactic often employed by cultivators of the now destroyed Han Dynasty.

As the Han Dynasty came to an end, this type of pill became increasingly rare, and cultivators who could masterfully wield the pill sword path were even rarer.

Rarity meant greater difficulty in defeating.

However, an expert like this could not defeat the swordsman who had left on the carriage.

That swordsman seemed to be almost unknown in Changling.

At least, many knowledgeable people in the Fish Market did not recognize Li Daoji.

 

Notes:

This novel is not my work... I just translated it from a Chinese web novel written by Wu Zui

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