Chapter 366: Xu Xiaoshou I should do something...

The full moon hung high in the sky.

Tonight in Tian Sang City, no one could sleep peacefully.

Even from a distance, the intermittent roars from the void compelled people to look up in awe.

The battle had only just begun, yet its intensity was enough to send chills through anyone who witnessed it.

“Today, what's going on? There was a Wang Zuo battle in the daytime, affecting ten li and causing heavy casualties, and now another one?”

“From the looks of it, tonight's situation is even more intense than during the day!”

Those nearby who could see clearly all wore tense expressions, far from the casual curiosity of spectators.

If a Wang Zuo battle occurred occasionally, it would be like a thrilling diversion for these ordinarily idle folks.

Even with a slight risk involved, they would still enjoy joining in the excitement.

But two Wang Zuo confrontations in a single day...

This had far surpassed the realm of mere diversion.

It was like the King of Hell calling out names directly!

Anyone who got too close would die!

When personal safety was at stake, who would still bother with watching the spectacle?

The fact that people were willing to relocate their families away from the area showed absolute trust in the city lord's mansion security.

“Tian Sang City is no longer at peace...”

Everyone sighed inwardly, while on the battlefield, Xu Xiaoshou felt somewhat isolated.

After realizing that Xin Gugu had held off everyone, he found himself feeling... rather bored?

Glancing down at the tense crowd in Zhang Fu below, and at the six major Wang Zuo engaged in fierce combat nearby...

Xu Xiaoshou nearly cheered them on from behind!

He forcibly suppressed the urge, extending his "perception" to sense the disturbances around him, estimating that it had drawn quite a few powerful experts.

“I should do something.”

The thought arose involuntarily in Xu Xiaoshou's mind.

As soon as it emerged, the sword qi left by the sloppy uncle in his dantian suddenly stirred.

“Hmm?”

Xu Xiaoshou was taken aback.

This energy was actually conveying a craving for battle to him!

“What on earth? This sword intent... does it have its own consciousness?”

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes widened in shock, though a surge of excitement welled up inside him.

If he could truly harness the power of this sword intent, perhaps a single strike would be enough to stop these relentless fighters in their tracks.

With that in mind, Xu Xiaoshou immediately drew "Zang Ku".

The revitalized "Zang Ku" seemed to have regained its vigor after that dual cultivation session.

Originally a ninth-grade spiritual weapon, it had nearly decayed under Xu Xiaoshou's various experiments, even dropping to tenth grade.

Yet its core foundation remained intact; just one session of sword viewing and repair had restored it to its peak.

In fact, with the sword intent now dominating, its edge was even sharper than before!

Xu Xiaoshou hesitated no longer, focusing his gaze intently as he looked onward.

"Zang Ku" hummed in response, having already experienced the benefits of dual cultivation and knowing exactly what Xu Xiaoshou intended...

The sword hilt tilted slightly, as if shyly turning aside.

But as Xu Xiaoshou gripped it firmly, "Zang Ku"'s blade suddenly straightened, tensing rigidly in anticipation of that piercing gaze.

The "Guan Jian Zhi Shu" activated, and sword intent formed in Xu Xiaoshou's eyes.

With prior experience, he navigated the process smoothly, successfully bridging the connection between sword and wielder.

A faint white mist seeped from "Zang Ku".

In that instant, the world transformed dramatically.

Amid the shocking void fluctuations, it morphed into countless miniature swords; these tens of thousands of tiny blades stood upright, their resounding sword cries echoing through ten li of the street!

“Buzz—”

Xu Xiaoshou lifted his eyes, and the sword qi surged from "Zang Ku" into his body.

“Uh!”

Drawing on his previous experience with the pain, he was mentally prepared this time. Gritting his teeth, he endured it and allowed the terrifying sword qi to pierce into his flesh.

Fingertips, wrist, forearm, elbow...

The sword intent advanced inch by inch, each progression feeling like his body was being sliced open.

Yet, in the wake of the agony, the sword intent energy within him transformed into a fierce, unyielding force that integrated into his very being.

A tangible sensation of growing strength emerged from the sites of pain!

Even with his grandmaster-level physique, Xu Xiaoshou could clearly feel this profound shift.

“The 'Guan Jian Dian' is incredibly powerful?”

“This transformation...”

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly recalled the masked person's sword body, with its seamless, interconnected essence.

Could it be that, if he continued down this path, he might cultivate a similar ability?

He was secretly astonished.

It wasn't just him; this dramatic change in the world also stunned the six individuals before Xu Xiaoshou.

The void sword intent raged fiercely, undulating like tidal waves with his trembling form, while the fragmented yet overwhelming sword cries made everyone's scalp tingle.

“Sword cultivator?”

Zhang Chongmou's pupils contracted sharply, his heart filled with shock. “This guy is actually a sword cultivator?”

Earlier, when his “Tian Yuan Wu Shan” was restrained and couldn't be summoned back, he had assumed the person opposite was a Wang Zuo.

But now, with tens of thousands of void swords hovering before him, it was like a slap in the face, declaring: You were wrong!

“Not only a sword cultivator—this guy is an ancient sword cultivator?”

That faint sword intent evoked a sense of déjà vu in Zhang Chongmou.

In his youthful, arrogant days, he had roamed the four seas of the continent and explored various supreme arts.

Yet the swords of the East Domain had thoroughly shattered his early bravado and naivety.

Among the few sword cultivators who had defeated him, one possessed a strikingly similar ability.

“Sword intent...”

Zhang Chongmou's expression took on a hint of reminiscence.

Back then, that person wasn't famous yet, but with just a sword and his own strength, he had overwhelmingly bested Zhang Chongmou.

Not long after, that individual suppressed half of the East Domain and established a formidable sword dao dynasty.

Can Yue Xian City!

Only then did Zhang Chongmou learn that the obscure figure who had defeated him was the sole named disciple of the Eighth Sword Immortal.

Gu Du.

“So... this guy is from Can Yue Xian City?”

Zhang Chongmou gazed at the youth before him, immersed in sword comprehension, but after a brief distraction, he was sent flying by a blood pillar from Xin Gugu.

“Stop, stop.”

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't bear it any longer; enduring the pain, he gradually forced the sword intent that had reached his shoulder back down.

He had originally planned to use the “Guan Jian Zhi Shu” to trigger the sword intent in his dantian, hoping it might fly out on its own if he got lucky.

That way, he could rid himself of the ticking time bomb in his body.

But the sword intent seemed to be luring him into cultivation; it only stirred initially and then went still the moment he acted.

“Tricked?”

With no time to dwell on it, Xu Xiaoshou gripped "Zang Ku" tightly; he couldn't hold on anymore and had to release the sharp power building inside him.

There was no denying it—with the sword intent unleashed and the heavenly phenomenon of ten thousand swords responding to his will, Xu Xiaoshou's words carried tremendous authority.

As soon as he spoke, the void's ten thousand swords stirred, and the six combatants halted their clashes.

Zhang Taiying's eyes narrowed in surprise as he stared at the sword in Xu Xiaoshou's hand.

A ninth-grade weapon with such presence?

Realizing that this individual was likely far from ordinary, he had already quelled his rage.

If a fight were to break out, it couldn't happen right at the entrance of Zhang Fu; otherwise, the Zhang family would ultimately bear the greatest loss.

“What exactly are you intending to do?” Zhang Taiying asked coldly.

“What exactly am I intending to do...”

Xu Xiaoshou's hand gripping the sword trembled uncontrollably; his lips turned purple as he finally pushed the sword intent into his palm.

“I can't release it—this sword qi is powerful for me, but against a Wang Zuo, it would just expose my strength.”

“I have to contain it!”

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes flashed as he thought of Yuan Fu.

He moved his hand, preparing to direct the sword intent into that chaotic space.

Unexpectedly, at that very moment, the sword intent in his dantian suddenly surged.

A wisp of aura burst forth, tearing a bloody path through his body before merging abruptly into the sword intent he had cultivated in his palm.

“Ah—”

Xu Xiaoshou cried out on the spot; amid everyone's baffled stares, "Zang Ku" suddenly stiffened.

A silver light streaked across the sky, its brilliant hue igniting the firmament.

With this strike, it was as if the starry river itself was rent asunder, leaving all witnesses in shock.

“Shua shua shua—”

At the same time, the tens of thousands of void swords suspended in the air swept forward in unison.

The sword wind swept over Zhang Fu, silent and invisible.

The next second,

The roof of the scripture pavilion tilted and collapsed, splitting in two.

Zhang Fu's barrier shattered with a boom, and smoke filled the courtyard!