Volume 1, Chapter 62: Four Seasons Heavenly Sword Technique

To kill you both, I didn't even need to use the Profound Ice White Dragon Sword. But with thousands of people watching here on the Life and Death Stage, this is also the best opportunity to let this ancient divine weapon reappear in the world.

Muyi looked at the Profound Ice White Dragon Sword in his hand.

The Eight Desolations Dragon-Slaughtering Saber, also a supreme-grade Dao artifact, had already tasted blood.

As for the Profound Ice White Dragon Sword, today it would recapture its former glory before the eyes of a thousand people!

"Impossible! A supreme-grade Dao artifact can only be wielded by a powerhouse at the Qianyuan Realm! Even if you hold a divine object, it is no better than scrap metal in your hands, completely incapable of unleashing any of its power!"

Nangong Ying and Gufan realized this simultaneously, and their hearts settled.

"Hmph, those exact words were once spoken by the Four Kings—the Dragon, Tiger, and Leopard Kings—of the Dragon Gate Battlefield."

A cruel smile surfaced at the corners of Muyi's mouth. "What a pity, however, that soon after, they were beheaded and dismembered."

"Very well, enough talk. Make your move. Next, I will send you on your way using the ultimate swordsmanship of the Four Seasons Sword Sect, the Four Seasons Heavenly Sword Technique. To die beneath this swordsmanship, you can rest in peace; it is your supreme honor."

In the Dragon Gate Battlefield, Muyi had obtained the ultimate inheritances of both the Eight Desolations Sect and the Four Seasons Sword Sect.

He had already demonstrated one of the two founding master-level techniques, the Eight Desolations Dragon-Slaughtering Saber Technique.

As for the strongest swordsmanship of the Four Seasons Sword Sect, the Four Seasons Heavenly Sword Technique, he had not yet tested it in real combat.

This time, right before the eyes of a thousand people, he would let the strongest swordsmanship of the Four Seasons Sword Sect shock the world.

"Attack!"

At this point, neither of them had any possibility of retreating further.

Nangong Ying and Gufan exchanged glances. Moving left and right, their bodies shot forward like lightning, their longswords thrusting out in a torrential storm!

"Phantom Sword Technique!"

The two of them were wielding the same swordsmanship, which was also one of the sixteen founding master-level techniques of the Divine Concealment Academy—the Phantom Sword Technique!

This swordsmanship was a Heaven-grade high-tier martial art, extraordinary in every way.

"Muyi, you must not be careless!"

Seeing this from beneath the stage, Xiao Ziyue knitted her pretty brows, her lovely eyes filled with worry as she couldn't help but call out to Muyi.

Left and right, their figures flashed like flowing light and chasing shadows, moving as nimbly as escaping hares and staying as poised as virgin maidens.

Nangong Ying and Gufan executed the Phantom Sword Technique in seamless coordination, extremely practiced, clearly the result of years of partnership and executed with absolute flawlessness.

"The Phantom Sword Technique is quite good, truly living up to its reputation as one of the sixteen founding master-level techniques of our Divine Concealment Academy."

Muyi calmly watched everything unfold. "Unfortunately, however, facing the Four Seasons Heavenly Sword Technique, your defeat and demise are predestined without a shred of suspense."

Muyi flicked his wrist.

The Profound Ice White Dragon Sword suddenly came alive, its tip vibrating with a humming sound, resembling an agile spirit snake, a white dragon, and even emitting a sound akin to a dragon's roar.

A golden scale is never a creature of a mere pond;
At the first meeting of wind and clouds, it transforms into a dragon.

This divine weapon, sealed in dust for over a hundred thousand years, finally re-manifested its divine might in Muyi's hands.

"Endless Spring Waters!"

Accompanied by a soft shout from Muyi as he held the divine sword, sword Qi turned into threads and rain, lingering and winding.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Nangong Ying and Gufan instantly felt themselves sinking into a hazy mist of rain and smoke, their own Phantom Sword Technique turning excruciatingly slow, as if everything had become slow motion.

Muyi's swordsmanship seemed to have transformed into an inescapable net that descended, leaving not a single gap anywhere on the Life and Death Stage.

Everything within it was completely isolated from the outside world, and even time itself slowed down.

Nangong Ying and Gufan had originally intended to strike fast!

Their flawlessly coordinated Phantom Sword Technique relied on being untraceable and as fast as lightning to execute Muyi.

Yet after Muyi swung his sword, everything changed.

Try as they might, they simply could not move fast.

"The Four Seasons Heavenly Sword Technique truly deserves to be the founding master-level technique of the ancient Four Seasons Sword Sect. It is indeed formidable."

The sword in Muyi's hand seemed to resonate with the heavens and the earth.

The Four Seasons Heavenly Sword Technique comprised four different sets of swordsmanship, representing spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

Right now, the swordsmanship Muyi was displaying was that of spring: Endless Spring Rain.

Spring rain is never violent; it drizzles softly, refreshing the heart and silently nourishing all things.

Just like the swordsmanship Muyi was currently employing.

"Impossible! Every single one of our moves is completely suppressed by Muyi! Ah..."

Under Muyi's Endless Spring Waters swordsmanship, Nangong Ying and Gufan found themselves with brute strength but nowhere to apply it.

Every strike of their swordsmanship was preempted and countered by Muyi as if he could foresee their every move.

They could not find a single possibility of victory.

Nangong Ying and Gufan let out frantic, furious roars.

Yet beneath a swordsmanship as lingering and soft as spring rain, all they could do was rage helplessly.

With Muyi's interwoven sword net enclosing them at this moment, Nangong Ying and Gufan had already become fish on a chopping board.

Killing them both would be far too effortless.

However, Muyi suddenly shifted to a different set of swordsmanship.

"Blazing Summer Sun."

Muyi flicked his wrist, and the sword momentum changed once more.

Executing Nangong Ying and Gufan was a foregone conclusion with no suspense whatsoever.

Since that was the case, he might as well use the two of them to test out the other three sets of swordsmanship of the Four Seasons Heavenly Sword Technique.

"Hm? What is happening..."

Nangong Ying and Gufan, who had previously despaired while trapped raging impotently within the spring-silk sword net, were stunned.

Yet Muyi's swordsmanship suddenly shifted.

Previously, it had been a lingering spring rain and a silkworm spinning its cocoon, trapping the enemy deeply within without a way out.

And now, as Muyi's sword momentum changed, the sword Qi opened and closed grandly like the scorching summer sun, fierce as the seventh month's blazing heat, violent, ferocious, and peerlessly arrogant.

"Ah..."

Nangong Ying and Gufan were given no breathing room.

Facing Muyi's Blazing Summer Sun swordsmanship, they were once again thoroughly suppressed, leaving no opportunity for the Phantom Sword Technique to be deployed.

Chest, back, arms, thighs...

In an instant, every part of the two men's bodies was covered in sword wounds.

Compared to the intangible and despair-inducing Endless Spring Waters swordsmanship which left one with strength nowhere to spend, the Blazing Summer Sun swordsmanship was a grand, violent killer move, as fierce as lightning, shattering all things.

For a time, Nangong Ying and Gufan struggled to parry, their bodies drenched in blood as they faced complete slaughter.

"How could it be this powerful? The swordsmanship Muyi is executing is simply too strong! Our Divine Concealment Academy possesses no such formidable swordsmanship!"

"I heard that Muyi obtained the ultimate fortuitous encounters of the Eight Desolations Sect and the Four Seasons Sword Sect in the Dragon Gate Battlefield this time. Could what he is displaying right now be the founding master-level technique of the Four Seasons Sword Sect?"

"It's too terrifying! Muyi holds a supreme-grade Dao artifact, coupled with this swordsmanship that surpasses the Divine Concealment Academy—he is simply a humanoid killing machine, unstoppable!"

"What's most terrifying is that he can actually drive a supreme-grade Dao artifact! This is unprecedented in history, an event without a successor! I simply cannot believe my eyes that what I'm seeing is real!"

Beneath the Life-and-Death Stage, the thousands of onlookers witnessed this incredible miracle.

Nangong Ying and Gufan, both at the fifth layer of the Meta-Palace Realm, had drawn out supreme-grade spiritual weapons and deployed their ultimate swordsmanship, the Phantom Sword Technique.

Yet now, they were being wantonly humiliated by Muyi, someone at merely the eighth layer of the Divine Transformation Realm.

By now, everyone could see it clearly.

Whenever Muyi wished, he could end the lives of these two at any moment.

Yet he did not do so.

He seemed to be toying with, playing with, and humiliating Nangong Ying and Gufan.

"Ah! No..."

Nangong Ying and Gufan were covered from head to toe in sword wounds inflicted by Muyi.

Clearly capable of killing them, Muyi deliberately avoided their vital points every single time, refusing to grant them a swift death.

To Nangong Ying and Gufan, this was undoubtedly the ultimate humiliation, driving the two men to the brink of madness.

"Autumn winds sough, heaven and earth grow desolate, autumn winds and autumn rains fill the soul with melancholy."

Muyi coldly watched as Nangong Ying and Gufan raged impotently beneath his sword.

There was not a shred of emotion in his eyes.

Because at this moment, he had already immersed himself entirely in testing out his Four Seasons Heavenly Sword Technique.

The sword moves shifted once more.

Transitioning from the previous Blazing Summer Sun swordsmanship, it ceased to be violent or sharp, instead becoming filled with the desolate and bleak sensation of autumn winds and autumn rains.

This was precisely the Autumn Desolate Wind swordsmanship from the Four Seasons Heavenly Sword Technique.

Autumn is the season of harvest.

Autumn winds sweep past, leaves turn withered and yellow, and the sky is high and crisp.

Yet the autumn rain drizzles coldly and drearily, leaving one filled with melancholy.

*Autumn winds and autumn rains fill the soul with melancholy.*
This was the very essence of the Autumn Desolate Wind swordsmanship.

To unleash the true might of this swordsmanship lay not in the physical stances, but in the artistic conception.

"What swordsmanship is this? Autumn winds and autumn rains! Ah..."

Nangong Ying and Gufan were enduring supreme torment.

They felt as though they were trapped in late autumn, with withered yellow leaves drifting across the sky, while a boundless melancholy surged from the depths of their souls.

Their very souls felt as though they had been hollowed out.

The two men let out shrill, frantic howls, swinging their swords wildly in complete disorder as they lost their minds entirely.