Chapter 831: He Alone with One Sword Can Fight Ten Thousand in the Yunlun Mountains

"Sword Zong!"

The entire audience was stunned, and someone cried out involuntarily.

The power of Xu Xiaoshou's single sword strike was evident to everyone present—it was clearly at least at the level of Sword Zong.

"Who is this person?"

"Could it be an ancient sword cultivator from the Sword Zong?"

"Among the major factions in Zhong Yu, I've only heard of a young Sword Zong genius in the Sheng Shen Dian Tang. Who would have thought that coming to Dong Yu, we'd casually encounter another one?" someone exclaimed in surprise.

"Hah, you clearly don't know Dong Yu—it's called the Domain of the Sword God for a reason! Even a young Sword Dao Throne has appeared recently," an Dong Yu local boasted proudly.

"But this guy isn't from Dong Yu; he's from Bei Yu."

"Oh? Who is he?"

"The successor of a Semi-Saint... Xu Xiaoshou!"

Among the sixty-plus people, many from Dong Tianjie recognized Xu Xiaoshou's face even without him drawing his sword.

As soon as someone mentioned "successor of a Semi-Saint," the whole crowd fell silent.

A Semi-Saint family...

That was terrifying.

They were all geniuses who knew each other well.

Among the sixty-plus people here, not even a single successor from Tai Xu was present, yet this cloud pearl had drawn out a Semi-Saint successor?

"Receiving awe, passive value: 64."

"Receiving doubt, passive value: 32."

"Receiving admiration, passive value: 3."

Amid the crowd's shock and suspicion,

"Stop!"

In the airborne battlefield that had already halted, Xu Xiaoshou was still shouting in anger.

But the black sword in his hand showed no respect at all, trembling as it sliced deeper, almost as if it were sticking out a big tongue to lick the blood of the bald man Zhao Xiu.

Zhao Xiu's face had turned pale.

Not from fear,

But from weakness.

If this massive bleeding continued, even his peak Xiantian cultivation couldn't hold up.

As the black sword cut deeper and grew more excited with each slice, Zhao Xiu even suspected that his carotid artery might be severed!

"Is this a Semi-Saint successor?" The distant onlookers gained a new understanding of Semi-Saint successors.

"Ha, hilarious! A Semi-Saint successor can't even control a sixth-grade spirit sword properly. I can perfectly master my fifth-grade spirit gun!" someone mocked.

"But don't you think Xu Xiaoshou's sixth-grade spirit sword is a bit... excessively cheap and spirited?" another person asked in surprise.

In the midst of the battle, Xu Xiaoshou finally couldn't take it anymore.

He silently complained that this damn Cang Ku wasn't giving its master any face and couldn't even be scolded properly, but on the surface, he calmly moved the black sword away.

If he didn't, Zhao Xiu's neck would be sliced through before he could tame Cang Ku.

"Please, spare my life, sir."

Having narrowly escaped, Zhao Xiu, who still had a chance to participate in the Wang Cheng trial, didn't dare cause any trouble. He cupped his fists in salute and, clutching his neck, prepared to retreat.

"Wait!" Xu Xiaoshou called out to him.

"Xu Xiaoshou, is there anything else? I've withdrawn; I won't join the cloud pearl contest anymore..." Zhao Xiu quickly stated his position.

Xu Xiaoshou shook his head, indicating that wasn't his intention.

This was a potential subordinate on par with a grandmaster—how could he let him leave injured?

"Your wound is serious, and I'm not one to beat someone without reason. This thing is called 'Chi Jin Ye'; it has excellent healing properties. Try it."

Xu Xiaoshou pulled out a jar of honey-like substance, ignoring Zhao Xiu's sudden change in expression, and directly applied it to his wound.

Zhao Xiu felt a cool, mint-like sensation on his neck, and upon touching it, found the injury already healed.

"It's not poison..."

"What an amazing healing medicine..."

Two thoughts formed in his mind simultaneously.

"Impressive, right?"

Xu Xiaoshou said smugly, patting Zhao Xiu's shiny bald head. "This is the 'Chi Jin Ye' I developed. It's sold in Dong Tian Wang Cheng now. Once you get out, you can buy some from Duo Jin Trading House. It's more effective than Chi Jin Dan, and cheaper too—buying it means you're making a profit."

Zhao Xiu: ???

He looked utterly bewildered, still reeling from the intense battle and the stark shift to this sales pitch.

What the hell is going on?

You're a Semi-Saint successor who almost slit my throat, and now you're telling me to buy your medicine?

Are you kidding me?

As Zhao Xiu thought about leaving, he glanced at Xu Xiaoshou's suddenly darkening expression and immediately forced a chuckle: "Buy, I'll definitely buy it. I'll support your business, Xu Xiaoshou."

"That's good." Xu Xiaoshou nodded.

"Xu Xiaoshou, if there's nothing else, I'll be on my way?" Zhao Xiu gestured behind him; he found Xu Xiaoshou's aura too unsettling, not like a normal Semi-Saint successor—or even a normal person!

This creepy place wasn't somewhere he wanted to stay; better to leave.

"Wait." Xu Xiaoshou called out again.

"Xu Xiaoshou, what else..." Zhao Xiu's scalp was tingling.

"Make an oath."

"An oath about what?"

"About buying the medicine—you said it yourself, didn't you?" Xu Xiaoshou glared.

Zhao Xiu: ???

"Fine, I'll swear..." Under the weight of power, Zhao Xiu humiliatingly raised four fingers.

"Swear by the Heavenly Dao." Xu Xiaoshou pressed down Zhao Xiu's pinky finger.

Zhao Xiu: "..."

"Okay, I, Zhao Xiu, swear by the Heavenly Dao that after leaving Yun Lun Mountains, I'll definitely go to Dong Tian Wang Cheng's... what was it again?"

"Duo Jin."

"Oh, Duo Jin Trading House, to buy Xu Xiaoshou's 'Chi Jin Ye'!"

"Ten thousand portions." Xu Xiaoshou added.

"Ten thousand... huh? Ten thousand portions?" Zhao Xiu echoed subconsciously, then reacted, his eyes bulging. How could one person need ten thousand portions of Chi Jin Ye?

Besides, he was on the verge of breaking through to grandmaster level; by the time he got out, this medicine might not even match his cultivation anymore.

"Any problem?" Xu Xiaoshou tilted his head slightly.

Zhao Xiu took a deep breath: "Ten thousand portions, no problem!"

"It's not like I'm forcing you, right? You're the one swearing..."

Zhao Xiu's chest heaved, clearly suppressing his anger, and finally, like a mistreated little flower, he said tearfully, "It's my own choice; how could you force anyone, Xu Xiaoshou?"

"Go on, then." Xu Xiaoshou waved his hand in satisfaction.

" Farewell, Xu Xiaoshou." Zhao Xiu didn't want to linger a second longer; he shot up like thunder and flew toward the horizon.

"Where do you think you're going!" Xu Xiaoshou suddenly shouted, unleashing a cross-shaped sword energy that instantly immobilized Zhao Xiu in mid-air as he tried to escape.

"I—I..." Zhao Xiu felt as if countless sword needles were coursing through his body, and with the repeated back-and-forth, his blood surged, nearly making him spit blood. "Weren't you the one who told me to leave?"

Xu Xiaoshou gestured toward Xin Gugu behind him: "What I meant was, since you've been defeated, you should become my temporary captive and stay with my guardian. Where do you think you're running off to? Did you really think I wouldn't kill you!"

The first half of Zhao Xiu's sentence almost made him charge back for another fight on the spot to break through to grandmaster.

But the second half—"Did you really think I wouldn't kill you?"—backed by Xu Xiaoshou's overwhelming killing intent and pressure, turned Zhao Xiu into a timid underling. He realized that even if he broke through to grandmaster, he couldn't withstand this Sword Zong power.

He obediently moved to stand behind Xin Gugu and began to regulate his breathing.

The entire audience was shocked.

At first, everyone was just watching the spectacle.

A Semi-Saint successor selling medicine on the spot? That was absurd—desperate for money, maybe, but this was just embarrassing for his family, Xu Xiaoshou!

But as they watched, while mocking in their hearts, the crowd sensed something was off.

When that "cross-shaped sword energy" appeared, even a peak Xiantian like Zhao Xiu couldn't resist at all and was frozen on the spot, meaning no one here could withstand even a glance from Xu Xiaoshou.

Then, Xu Xiaoshou said something even more astonishing.

"Defeated means becoming a captive?"

This made too many people panic.

The cloud pearl's spiritual light had already attracted over seventy people.

The late arrivals were sporadic, meaning nearly everyone in the surrounding area who noticed the light had gathered here.

But now, with Xu Xiaoshou talking about taking captives, combined with his earlier words—"Everyone, you are surrounded by me, Xu Xiaoshou"—his intentions were crystal clear!

"Run."

"We can't win; we have to run."

Even figures like Tai Xing from Zhong Yu's rising stars, Mo Beibei from San Sheng Sect, Xi Guanghan from Da Liang Palace, and Zhu Dong from Chao Dong Pavilion had this thought.

They were all smart and didn't want to be pawns for others.

But resisting Xu Xiaoshou might mean their trial jade pendants would be crushed, ending their Wang Cheng trial—and any connection to Tian Kong Zhi Cheng—entirely.

Let alone the coveted path to Sheng Gong.

The cloud pearl's spiritual light dissipated at that moment, and a tempting crystal ball dropped to the ground, but no one dared to approach it.

100 points of merit.

Versus becoming a slave.

The choice was obvious, even with their toes.

"Run!"

A sharp cry echoed from somewhere.

At the same time, the seventy-plus people turned into streaks of light, fleeing in all directions.

"Can't stop them..." In the waiting area, before the ashen-faced Zhao Xiu, Liu Changqing moved to step forward and help.

He had only seen Xu Xiaoshou's methods, not his full capabilities, so he naturally didn't believe that even with Sword Zong power, Xu Xiaoshou could hold back over seventy geniuses from the five domains.

"No need for you to act." Xin Gugu pulled him back and smiled. "Xu Xiaoshou said in this trial, we should just watch if we can. His abilities far exceed what you imagine."

Liu Changqing paused, choosing to trust Xin Gugu.

Beside them, Zhao Xiu snorted.

What a joke!

Sword Zong was strong, but holding back seventy-plus Xiantian powerhouses from the five domains? Those three, including Xu Xiaoshou, must be dreaming!

"Don't believe in my abilities?"

In the air, Xu Xiaoshou laughed as he watched the escaping lights, realizing he was being underestimated.

These guys...

He had told them they were surrounded—why didn't they believe it?

"Want to run?"

"Not a chance."

His eyelids drooped, and Xu Xiaoshou lightly lifted his sleeves. Sword intent surged like flashing lightning, stirring up gravel across a radius of several li.

Whoosh!

It was as if the flow of time in the world had slowed.

Suddenly, the mountains were shattered by sword intent, with rocks and sand flying into the air, each particle radiating astonishing sword energy.

"This!" Zhao Xiu's pupils shrank behind them. Is this Sword Zong?

Liu Changqing was equally wide-eyed. Controlling everything within several li—this is Sword Zong?

Xiantian sword intent covers one li; Zongshi sword intent covers ten li.

But that was just the phenomenon of a breakthrough—it didn't mean a Sword Zong could control all things in a radius of several li.

"Sword Dao Throne?" Zhao Xiu wasn't foolish; in his shock, he quickly considered this jaw-dropping possibility.

The seventy-plus people fleeing also sensed something was wrong.

This sword intent pressure was terrifyingly strong.

It felt like encountering a throne elder from their sect or clan—and an extremely powerful one at that.

Such sword intent from a peer?

Shiiing—

A resonant sword hum echoed for ten li. At that moment, Cang Ku trembled violently in excitement, its blade straightening, then shaking, shaking again, and again.

"White clouds drifting, Myriad Sword Style!"

Xu Xiaoshou murmured softly.

Rings of sword light followed Cang Ku's vibrations, tearing through the void and vanishing into the distance beyond ten li.

No one could clearly see the sword light's path—not even Liu Changqing could do more than vaguely make out.

Those rings of sword light weren't flat; they adjusted to the height of each fleeing figure, flashing over their heads.

And without exception, they severed from each escaping person... a lock of hair!

The seventy-plus people.

After those rings of sword light passed, they all felt a chill in their hearts and stopped abruptly.

In an instant, time seemed to return to normal.

The hair falling from each escapee's forehead drifted lazily, like leaves from a late autumn wutong tree, carrying a hidden killing intent as they dissolved into the ground.

"This?!"

Tai Xing, Mo Beibei, Xi Guanghan, Zhu Dong, and the others felt their hearts race wildly at that moment.

These four young talents from great families and sects could tell from this single move that if Xu Xiaoshou had intended it, they would all be dead.

Boom!

Only then did a sudden roar erupt ten li away, deafeningly loud.

The crowd looked on in horror as dust was blasted into the air by the sword wave, like thunder from the flat ground, drawing a line of life and death ten li away. It was like an open-air barrier, trapping them—the seventy-plus would-be escapees—like lambs in a pen!

Gulp.

Countless people swallowed hard at that moment.

In the midst of the shock, everyone realized: "So, Xu Xiaoshou isn't just a Sword Zong; he's a Sword Dao Throne!"

Xu Xiaoshou remained still in place.

With a smile, he sheathed the still-vibrating Cang Ku, which seemed to claim all the momentum for itself, back into its scabbard.

Then, he looked toward the distance.

"Everyone, still want to run?"

His light words echoed like a death god's horn, resounding endlessly in the hearts of the seventy-plus people.

Tai Xing, Mo Beibei, Xi Guanghan, Zhu Dong, and the others exchanged distant glances, their faces bitter, knowing that if they didn't become captives now, they'd be forced to end the Wang Cheng trial.

"Xu Xiaoshou is mighty!" In the waiting area, Zhao Xiu, who had picked his jaw up off the floor, stumbled a few steps before straightening up and shouting loudly.

Serving under a Sword Dao Throne as the first to submit—wasn't that a steal?

This kind of person even clan leaders would court!

After shouting, Zhao Xiu couldn't help but turn to the two beside him: "You two are guardians, so does that mean Xu Xiaoshou is actually an alchemist?"

" Mm-hmm."

Xin Gugu nodded, withdrawing his envious gaze. He wished he could show off like Xu Xiaoshou, but he couldn't make a move.

How great it was to draw a sword in front of a group of little Xiantian— it felt just like a sword immortal. That was the fastest way to break through to sword immortal.

Getting an affirmative response, Zhao Xiu swallowed hard again, stealing glances at Xu Xiaoshou in the air, whose robes fluttered. Even his ordinary face seemed radiant now.

"This isn't just an alchemist—does he even need guardians?"

"With one person and one sword, he could take on ten thousand in Yun Lun Mountains!"