Chapter 4620

Although Zhongli did not fully appear, his invisible sword intent permeated the air, solidifying it as though time itself had come to a halt.

Qiu Tu’s expression shifted dramatically. He understood the implications of a sword spirit gaining sentience—it meant not only a significant increase in the sword’s power but also the seamless fusion of the sword master’s will with the weapon, creating a synergy that few could rival.

Although Qiu Tu also possessed a sword spirit, it seemed to lack an intangible quality, a unique essence that set it apart.

“Hmph! Even if you have a spirit sword, so what? Today, I, Qiu Tu, will kill you right here!”

Qiu Tu roared, and spiritual power surged wildly within him. The spirit sword behind him let out a deafening dragon’s roar, its runes glowing fiercely as a tidal wave of sword intent erupted, piercing the heavens.

Kai, unfazed, smirked coldly. He raised the Dragon Slaying Sword, its tip pointing skyward.

A more imposing sword intent burst from Kai, colliding mid-air with Qiu Tu’s. The clash created dazzling sword lights that lit up the entire sky in a kaleidoscope of colors.

“A duel of sword intent—it all comes down to whose sword is sharper and whose will is stronger!”

Kai’s voice echoed amidst the blinding sword light. The Dragon Slaying Sword shone ever brighter, its brilliance almost overwhelming.

Finally, the figure of the sword spirit Zhongli emerged fully, wielding a long sword of his own. In the void, he engaged in a fierce battle with Qiu Tu’s sword spirit.

The two sword spirits were opposites in form and presence—one exuded majesty and simplicity, while the other was sharp and domineering. With each clash, the resulting roar seemed to shake the heavens and threaten to rend the world apart.

Sword lights streaked across the void, crisscrossing in a spectacle of destruction. Every beam carried the force to level mountains and rivers.

Qiu Tu’s face betrayed shock and mounting despair.

He had believed that, with his fifth-grade Mahayana cultivation and the power of his spirit sword, Kai would be easily crushed. Yet reality had dealt him a devastating blow.

The strength of Kai’s sword will and the might of his sword spirit far exceeded his wildest expectations.

“This… how is this possible?!”
Desperation laced Qiu Tu’s voice. He could feel his sword intent rapidly depleting as the battle wore on, while Kai seemed to wield an inexhaustible reserve. Each of Kai’s attacks grew fiercer, sharper, and more overwhelming.

It was no surprise—Kai had absorbed countless sword intents from the Sword Washing Pond of the Refining Sect. In a pure contest of swordsmanship, Qiu Tu found himself steadily falling behind.

On the sidelines, Qiu Yu was frozen in terror, his face pale and his body trembling.

He had believed that with his brother’s help, vengeance would come swiftly and easily. But the brutal reality unfolding before him crushed his hopes entirely.

Never before had he witnessed such a terrifying battle, nor had he imagined Kai to be so powerful.

“Brother… save me…” Qiu Yu’s voice cracked with fear, tears streaming down his face. He tried to plead for Qiu Tu’s help, but the intensity of the sword duel left Qiu Tu unable to spare him even a glance.

At last, following a thunderous clash, Zhongli’s blade struck down Qiu Tu’s sword spirit. The radiant runes on Qiu Tu’s sword dulled, their light extinguished.

Qiu Tu’s face turned ashen. He had poured endless effort into nurturing his sword spirit, treating it almost like his own child.

Now, it was gone—slain by Zhongli. The once-magnificent spirit sword in his hand had been reduced to nothing more than a lifeless blade.

“You… destroyed my spirit sword! I will kill you!” Qiu Tu roared, clutching the now-ordinary weapon tightly.

Despite its diminished power, Qiu Tu raised the sword high, its tip catching the light and reflecting a cold, menacing gleam.

Surrounded by flames, Qiu Tu’s body began to rise slowly into the air.

As his aura surged to its peak, he released the sword.

Even without a spirit, the blade radiated a brilliant white light. The light split and multiplied—tenfold, then a hundredfold—until the air was filled with dazzling swords poised to strike.