What is the meaning of a Precelestial Martial Ancestor?
It refers to the process of removing impurities and cultivating a flawless body, shedding the acquired impurities and transforming one's entire aura into Precelestial Qi, achieving a perfect and unblemished state.
Thus, it is called the Flawless Realm.
Upon reaching this realm, one is fearless of water and fire, untouched by worldly dust, pure and immaculate like jade.
Their strength becomes so formidable that they can soar in the air, hovering ten zhang high and controlling the wind.
In battle, they manipulate the power of Precelestial Qi to cleave mountains and redirect rivers, exhaling qi like thunder!
Compared to Grandmaster figures, the power of a Precelestial Martial Ancestor is approaching the level of those who have reached the ultimate stage of cultivation, possessing unimaginable might.
Therefore, when Baimei Wang Cai Jinghai unleashed this unrestrained strike, it felt as if he was manipulating a world-shaking technique, employing the Purple Thunder within the sword energy.
The power it displayed left everyone present in shock and awe.
Figures like Shen Jiusong and Chen Zheng, peak Grandmasters themselves, couldn't help but hold their breath, feeling a chilling sensation.
Seeing the raging purple sword energy descending from above, Su Yi remained calm and suddenly threw a punch.
Boom!
The punch carried an ancient and profound momentum, devoid of any worldly impurities.
Yet, as this punch was thrown, it exuded a breathtaking force that seemed capable of reversing the heavens and shattering the sun, moon, and stars.
This was pure "momentum," a unique Dao rhythm, blended into a single punch, as if an immortal was displaying martial arts.
Bang!
The descending violent purple sword energy was forcefully shattered inch by inch by this punch, exploding into fragments.
Amidst the splashing light rain, a resounding collision was heard as Su Yi's fist struck the broad and mighty sword in Baimei Wang's hand.
In that instant, Baimei Wang's hand trembled violently, experiencing a tearing pain, and the giant sword nearly slipped from his grasp.
"Open!"
Baimei Wang shouted loudly, his entire body bursting with a surging force of Precelestial Qi. He exerted all his strength to finally neutralize the force of that punch.
However, his brows furrowed deeply, displaying astonishment and fear.
How could a seventeen-year-old Grandmaster possess such unimaginable power?
Even Xiahou Lin and the others couldn't help but inhale sharply, their expressions changing unpredictably.
"With an aging body trapped in the Precelestial Realm, although life span might have been extended to some degree, the former boldness and advancement in cultivation are gone. Not only is there no hope of stepping into the Primordial Path in this lifetime, but as time passes, the vitality and spirit will only decline, truly pitiful and lamentable," Su Yi shook his head.
These words seemed to deeply provoke Baimei Wang.
His brows flashed with a hint of green light, and he took a deep breath, swinging his sword once again.
Boom!
Electric lights danced, thunder rumbled, and the sword energy shimmered with a purple radiance, stirring up a surging force of Precelestial Qi even more terrifying than before.
Su Yi had no intention of wasting any more time.
The current situation was not a mere sparring match or a one-on-one duel.
He had no interest in wasting time with an elder Precelestial Martial Ancestor.
Clang!
A clear and low sword chant resounded like tides.
Everyone's vision seemed to blur, as if a curtain of eternal darkness emerged, with dim and elusive lights and shadows, causing the entire hall to plunge into darkness all of a sudden.
And this was just the aura emanating from the Xuanwu Sword's attack.
Then, they saw—
With the sword in hand, Su Yi's aura underwent a drastic transformation. In his profound eyes, there was a hint of disdain for all beings, overlooking the world with an indifferent gaze.
On his tall figure, Dao patterns appeared dreamlike, flickering intermittently. The released might was awe-inspiring to the extreme.
It was as if a divine sword loomed above, with an unparalleled sharpness!
Everyone felt a piercing sensation throughout their bodies, as if their skin was being stabbed, and their eyes were being sliced by sharp blades, making it difficult to keep them open.
In Cai Jinghai's eyes, the current Su Yi seemed like a completely different person. The overwhelming aura of sword intent emanating from his entire body sent an uncontrollable chill creeping up his heart.
His facial expression changed instantly.
At that very moment, Su Yi swung his sword and launched a seemingly effortless thrust.
Swish!
It was simplicity taken to the extreme, yet carried an immense force that broke through all constraints, exhibiting an invincible charm.
The dark-as-ink sword edge instantly pierced through the void, tearing open a straight rift.
The power unleashed by Cai Jinghai's strike was terrifying, resembling the violent thunderbolts of innate martial power.
However, in just an instant, as if made of paper, it crumbled and disintegrated under the thrust of that sword, collapsing like a crumbling wall, and the shattered light rained down like a tide.
Crack!
When the black sword edge struck the thick and massive sword held by Cai Jinghai, it was like a huge hammer smashing fragile glass, causing the thick sword to explode into fragments that scattered in all directions.
Meanwhile, the black sword edge continued its unstoppable momentum, piercing through Cai Jinghai's neck in an instant.
Splat!
Blood splattered everywhere.
Cai Jinghai widened his eyes, seemingly unable to believe it, and a faint sound escaped his lips, "You... you..."
Before he could finish speaking, his head was sliced off by the sword edge and soared into the air.
His headless body then collapsed to the ground with a thunderous crash.
The entire scene fell into deathly silence, not even the sound of a single bird could be heard.
With a single sword, Cai Jinghai was beheaded!
Such a prominent figure in the Great Zhou Dynasty, an extraordinary martial arts master of the Precelestial Martial Ancestor realm, standing at the pinnacle among all martial artists, yet he couldn't withstand the power of a single sword from Su Yi!
Xiahou Ling clenched her hands tightly, her eyes wide open.
Pei Wenshan's back was drenched in cold sweat, and his hands and feet turned cold.
Le Qing, kneeling on the ground, trembled violently as if frightened, and her teeth chattered incessantly.
Looking at the influential figures present, each of them wore a horrified expression, resembling leaves in the wind, feeling the bone-chilling coldness penetrating their marrow.
Mu Xi's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
As a Precelestial Martial Ancestor himself, and the youngest among the nine external kings of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he naturally understood the enormous difference between Precelestial Martial Ancestors and Grandmasters. It was an insurmountable gap.
If it were any other Grandmaster, they would have long been slaughtered by Baimei Wang.
But at this moment, Su Yi, with only the cultivation of a Grandmaster First Order, had annihilated Baimei Wang, a Precelestial Martial Ancestor!
Undoubtedly, this was terrifying.
Shen Jiusong, Chen Zheng, Jiang Tanyun, and Lu Changfeng were all shocked to the core, looking at each other with a horrified expression.
"The Third Young Master's elegance is truly astounding. However, isn't the Third Young Master worried about the devastating impact on those around him?" Shen Jiusong spoke with a deep breath, his voice filled with gravity. "Let us apologize for our previous actions, and I implore the Third Young Master to stop here. I believe that with the Third Young Master's current strength, if he is willing to reconcile with our Su family, he will undoubtedly gain the favor of the Patriarch and be on the path to becoming a king or a prime minister."
Undoubtedly, witnessing the scene where Baimei Wang's throat was sealed by a sword had also caused Xiahou Ling's attitude to change. She no longer dared to underestimate Su Yi as she did before.
And it wasn't just her. After experiencing such a fright, the gazes of the people present towards Su Yi had changed, filled with astonishment and apprehension.
If Su Yi's sword could slay a Precelestial Martial Ancestor, who among them, aside from Xiahou Ling and other Precelestial Martial Ancestors, could be a match for him?
However, Su Yi's lips curled slightly with a coldness as he said, "Becoming a king or a prime minister? That's just handing over the throne of the Great Zhou Dynasty. I, Su, can't be bothered to take a second look."
Xiahou Ling's heart sank as she said, "Third Young Master, are you truly intending to disregard the safety of those related to you and break through our defenses?"
Su Yi glanced at the Xuanwu Sword in his hand and replied, "I've always detested others using this as a threat, and I never bow down. If anything happens to those related to me, I can only guarantee that I will annihilate the entire culprit's family. Anyone who doubts it is welcome to give it a try."
As he spoke, his indifferent gaze swept across the people present.
Anyone caught in his gaze couldn't help but change their complexion, feeling a chill running down their spine.
Xiahou Ling's face turned ashen, and she spoke with a deliberate tone, "Third Young Master, let me ask you one last time. If you don't stop today, it means you're completely severing ties with the Su family. Have you thought about the consequences?"
Clang!
Without wasting any words, Su Yi raised the Xuanwu Sword in his hand and slashed towards Xiahou Ling across the distance.