Chapter 135: The Sword Must Fight

Ye Wuya discovered that attempting to control a thousand swords simultaneously to form a sword dragon caused his controlling intent to scatter slightly, rendering the dragon somewhat uncoordinated.

It was Ye Wuya’s first time forming a sword dragon with a thousand swords, and the creation felt utterly lifeless!

Dull and utterly devoid of vitality, it was like a mere shell without a soul.

Even though he had conjured so many techniques on his first try, Ye Wuya was still far from satisfied; he was lacking by far too much.

"Boom!"

The sword dragon suddenly shattered into pieces, and individual swords hovered suspended before him.

To forcefully combine a thousand swords into a single dragon—controlling the head, the body, and the tail all at once—demanded an immense expenditure of sword intent.

Knowing that creation was no easy feat, Ye Wuya refused to give up and once again condensed those thousand swords into a ten-meter-long sword dragon.

Observing closely from the dragon's head to its tail, he fell into deep contemplation for a moment before pinpointing the core issue.

His sword intent was spread far too thinly, scattered across every single sword, causing each blade to harbor its own "mindset"!

This was why the sword dragon would automatically disintegrate after flying barely a few meters!

The sword dragon lacked coordination!

Clutching the blue longsword in his hand, he tapped the dragon's head with a crisp "clink," producing the sound of colliding iron and steel.

"Without a soul, a mere shell can inflict no harm!" Ye Wuya murmured softly.

His current state was such that once his sword domain and sword intent were fused, any blade within a twenty-meter radius of him would act like a phantom, capable of appearing anywhere within the domain at a moment's notice.

The effective range of his sword intent was more than twice that of his sword domain!

Within a sixty-meter radius, he could command swords as effortlessly as moving his own arm!

If he were to unleash it fully from the front, Ye Wuya wasn't certain just how terrifying it could become. After all, when he first comprehended this sword intent, he had summoned the swords right out of the hands of cultivators thousands of meters away in Ling City.

A full eruption of his sword intent could summon virtually all swords within a radius of several thousand meters.

With a casual wave of his hand, the ten-meter sword dragon dissolved back into individual sharp blades.

Controlling these swords, Ye Wuya walked forward. Had anyone witnessed this scene, they undoubtedly would have been utterly astounded.

A thousand swords assembled together to form a path of swords two meters wide and ten meters long!

Ye Wuya walked right down the center of this sword path. As soon as he stepped past the rearmost sword, it would automatically detach, fly around from either side to the front of Ye Wuya, and repeat the process, allowing this continuous path of swords to stretch endlessly into the distance.

The sword path beneath his feet resembled a mirror, reflecting the cold gleam of the blade surfaces, where Ye Wuya's silhouette was imprinted and swayed along with them.

He pondered deeply on how to instill a soul into the sword dragon, transforming it into a true instrument of slaughter.

The sword dragon he had formed thus far was nothing more than a dead dragon; how could a dead dragon possibly pose any threat to an enemy?

If it were a living, breathing dragon, Ye Wuya was certain it would constitute a formidable lethal ultimate move!

The ancients observed tigers to comprehend the tiger fist, cranes to comprehend the crane fist, and the five creatures to comprehend the Five Animal Frolics!

"Where on earth is Lord Ya supposed to go to look at a dragon?" Ye Wuya felt utterly depressed at the thought.

The sword path beneath Ye Wuya's feet was not raised very high off the ground—given his fear of heights, just how high could he bear to go? Looking around, it was only about ten meters up.

Bored to the extreme, Ye Wuya came to a halt amidst a expanse of ruins—shattered houses, broken pillars, and piles of rubble. Judging by the scene before him, this must have once been the site of some minor sect.

Landing upon a stone platform, he pointed a finger toward the sky! A thousand swords roared upward, rapidly condensing!

According to his design, they formed four distinct parts: the hilt, the body, the edge, and the tip!

"Combine!"

With a resounding roar, the hilt, the edge, and the tip slowly converged toward the central blade body!

"Rumble!"

"Rumble!"

"Rumble!"

With three deafening explosions, a massive, giant sword rapidly assembled itself before his eyes!

Majestic and awe-inspiring!

Flashing with a chilling light!

"Heh, ptui!"

Spitting out a mouthful of saliva, Ye Wuya stared at the ten-meter-long, three-meter-wide giant sword and muttered, "So what if you can ride the rainbow light? So what if you can pilot objects through the air? Who says Lord Ya only knows the dragging sword technique? Isn't this just sword flight? Could it be that Lord Ya is incapable of it?"

"Thud!"

With a brute-force stomp that cracked the ground beneath him, his entire figure shot upward into the sky like a rocket, landing squarely upon the blade of the giant sword!

"Let's go!"

With a flick of his divine sense! The giant sword lunged forward like a fierce tiger! Its speed was beyond description!

The wind whipped Ye Wuya's hair back wildly, the roaring gale tearing at his skin with a stinging pain!

"Stop, stop!"

Swaying unsteadily from side to side, Ye Wuya shouted at the top of his lungs! But shouting only made things worse; the moment he spoke, the giant sword seemed to engage a dozen extra engine boosters, emitting a loud, whining hum.

It surged straight ahead, hurtling directly toward a distant cliff face!

"Damn it!"

"Holy cow!"

"What the—!"

"Holy mother of—!"

Needless to say, Ye Wuya had lost control of his sword yet again!

Ye Wuya: "..."

The last time, it was thanks to Zhaotianxiang's intervention that he had managed to stop! This time, he was surely going to be smashed to pieces along with his sword!

"Don't crash! Stop!" Ye Wuya yelled at the top of his lungs.

How could this sword suddenly lose control again? Why was it so utterly unreliable?

The cliff was growing closer by the second—less than a thousand meters away now, and given their terrifying velocity, it was easy to imagine the outcome!

Before long, a collision was inevitable!

At that moment, Ye Wuya's legs were trembling, his vision was spinning, and his limbs felt entirely weak. It was over, it was over—his fear of heights was acting up again!

"If I'm going to die, so be it!"

"Kill!"

Ye Wuya's aura suddenly turned razor-sharp! Crimson sword intent surged outward from within his body, and a crisscrossing web of sword Qi erupted around him!

Even the howling wind was sliced apart by the sword Qi, and the roaring sound vanished entirely!

As the sword intent washed over the giant sword beneath his feet, the weapon suddenly blazed with a brilliant crimson radiance, as if it had swallowed a massive barrel of stimulants and gone completely berserk!

Every single blade beneath him hummed in unison, echoing back to Ye Wuya as if he were their sovereign.

"I understand what you're trying to say, but do we really have to be so eagerly self-destructive? Are you out of your minds?"

Ye Wuya muttered speechlessly. A moment ago, his swords had simultaneously transmitted a single thought to him!

They wanted battle! They wanted the smoke of war! They wanted the flames of conflict! That was their true destiny!

For when Ye Wuya had first comprehended this sword intent, it had been saturated with malice, bloodlust, resentment... and an overwhelming thirst for battle!

Even though he had been suppressed again and again, his indomitable momentum, his obsession, his mind, his soul, and everything about him had forged the awakening of this sword intent!

They wanted to fight!

They did not belong to a life of peace and stability!

They were swords! Swords required bloodshed, swords required relentless tempering to become true, sharp blades! Swords of slaughter, swords of guardianship!

Clearly, Ye Wuya's recent lackluster performance had disappointed them, which was why they had gone wild!

And now, upon hearing that single word—"Kill!"—which echoed from the deepest depths of their souls,

At this very moment,

They awakened once more!

Every single sword radiated a fierce, blinding sword aura that continued to expand outward. Viewed from the outside, this ten-meter giant sword appeared dazzling beyond measure under the reinforcement of that sword aura! This, at last, was the aura it was truly meant to possess!