All of one's power, vitality, energy, and spirit were completely condensed into the battle blade. At the very moment the blade left its sheath, the contained power would explosively surge several times over. Fast, ruthless, precise — the blade would conceal its sharpness when sheathed and unleash a world-shattering force when drawn.
This was the terrifying strength of the Art of Drawing the Blade.
One strike was enough to determine life and death.
The Art of Drawing the Blade required almost no prerequisites — only formidable willpower. Even a three-year-old child could practice it. It involved no secret techniques, only the continuous cycle of drawing and sheathing the blade. The true key to its power lay in whether one could grasp its essence and comprehend its true meaning.
The swordsman before them had unleashed this very technique.
As he swung his blade, many could clearly see a streak of blade light tear through the air.
It was incomparably sharp. The hidden edge within that strike made everyone's hair stand on end.
"Impressive swordsmanship,"many couldn't help but inwardly praise.
That single slash aimed directly at the Scorpionkin Chieftain's throat. It was easy to imagine — if it landed, even with the Scorpionkin's strength, he would be gravely wounded, if not instantly killed.
"Hmph, flashy but hollow. You think you can kill me? Come back after a few more years of training. Art of Drawing the Blade? It's nothing special,"the Scorpionkin Chieftain sneered disdainfully. With a swift motion, he thrust his long spear toward the incoming blade light.
Ding!!
A sharp clash of metal echoed. The seemingly unstoppable Art of Drawing the Blade was easily pierced through and interrupted. The long spear's force not only shattered the blade's momentum but also cracked the attacking sword. Without slowing down, the spear continued its thrust toward the swordsman.
Pfft!!
In a flash, the spear pierced through the swordsman's chest, leaving a gaping hole. Blood spurted out instantly. The swordsman's body stood for a moment, radiating a sense of unwillingness, before collapsing straight to the ground as the spear was withdrawn.
"What terrifying speed, what precise judgment, what overwhelming power. The Scorpionkin Chieftain's strength is truly formidable."
"Even the Art of Drawing the Blade was broken so easily. He's here with hostile intent, ready to slaughter us."
The surrounding human cultivators' eyes narrowed. The attack had been fierce, but even so, the swordsman hadn't lasted a single exchange, instantly falling to the Scorpionkin Chieftain's spear. His combat prowess was indisputably terrifying.
Clang!!
At that moment, a young man in a black robe, holding a battle blade, stepped forward. His step revealed a slight limp — but no one paid that any attention. With a single step, his blade was drawn.
Just one movement.
Draw the blade!!
It was as if everyone could clearly see the blade inching out of its sheath, feeling the surging power gathering with each fraction drawn. His aura became more concentrated and terrifying with every inch. Though it seemed slow, in reality, it happened in the blink of an eye.
As the blade was fully drawn, a dazzling flash of blade light appeared before everyone's eyes, so fast that the actual blade was invisible.
It was unbelievably fast.
If the earlier swordsman's attack could be called Art of Drawing the Blade, this was transcendence — like a candle competing with the brilliance of the moon, utterly incomparable.
"Blade Intent!!"Yi Tianxing's pupils contracted. In that flash of blade light, he sensed a Blade Intent so sharp it could annihilate everything, sever all obstacles, extinguish all life. The Blade Intent was terrifyingly pure — once the blade was drawn, it demanded blood, demanded death, demanded destruction.
This Blade Intent was not cultivated; it was forged through real killing.
One slash — death was inevitable.
Compared to his own Spear Intent, this Blade Intent was even more refined and terrifying.
Only a peerless swordsman at the pinnacle of their previous world could manifest such a powerful Blade Intent after entering the Eternal Continent.
"Blade Intent!!"Several other cultivators also recognized the horrifying killing force within the slash. Blade Intent carried with it an overwhelming oppressive force that could shatter wills.
At that moment, even the Scorpionkin Chieftain's expression changed. He felt a terrifying aura of death emanating from the blade light, making his heart race uncontrollably.
Without hesitation, a layer of eerie black mist surged around him, enveloping his entire body, making him look like a demon lurking within the roiling darkness.
He thrust his spear toward the black-clad swordsman without mercy.
The blade light was too fast — interception was impossible. His only option was to strike directly at the swordsman's body, trying to use the spear's reach to kill him first.
Pfft!!
The blade light struck the black mist. Though the mist rapidly absorbed the blade's force, like a thick mass of cotton dissipating attacks, the blade light was simply too fast. It tore through the mist, carrying its killing intent and slashing directly at the Scorpionkin Chieftain.
The terrifying sharpness ripped through his black armor with a crisp crack.
Ding!!
The Scorpionkin Chieftain's reaction was equally astonishing. In the moment the blade light struck, his scorpion tail lashed out instinctively, striking the blade light and dissipating it.
As the light faded, a deep gash could be seen on the Scorpionkin Chieftain's chest, with blood oozing out.
"Courting death!! Kill them all! Leave no one alive!!"The Scorpionkin Chieftain roared with ferocious malice. Being injured by a human was an unbearable humiliation. Only blood could wash it away.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"
The Scorpionkin warriors roared back, bloodlust shining in their eyes, and charged at the human cultivators without hesitation.
These warriors, with scorpion lower bodies, moved with extreme speed. Wielding various weapons, their scorpion pincers and deadly tails made them walking arsenals.
They pounced, immediately closing in on the human cultivators.
These warriors were elite. Working in teams of three to five, they unleashed an overwhelming sense of menace as they attacked.
Several human cultivators were instantly killed.
Some were even ripped apart by a single scorpion pincer.
Two Scorpionkin warriors charged straight at Yi Tianxing.
One thrust a long spear at his chest. The other swung a bone blade toward his neck.
Their attacks carried a murderous intent as overwhelming as a tidal wave.
"Courting death!!"Yi Tianxing's face turned cold. He grabbed the incoming spear with one hand and, with a sharp twist, shattered the Scorpionkin's arm. In the same motion, he hurled the spear.
Before the Scorpionkin could react, a black flash shot through the air. His own spear pierced his chest, sending him flying dozens of meters away before being pinned to the ground. The impact shattered all his internal organs instantly.
A single strike — instant death.
Yi Tianxing then faced the incoming bone blade with a direct punch.
Ding! Ding! Ding!!
His fist clashed with the bone blade. Instead of cutting through his hand, the bone blade cracked violently like an eggshell shattering against a rock.
Boom!!
Yi Tianxing's punch smashed the blade apart and continued unabated, crashing into the Scorpionkin warrior's chest. The warrior's armor shattered, and the horrifying force blasted through him, reducing his body into a mist of blood and flesh.
With one punch, he exploded into blood mist.
Ninety thousand kilograms of terrifying physical strength unleashed — not even a mountain would survive, let alone flesh and blood.
This was the true meaning of "one force breaks ten thousand techniques" — the way of the body cultivator.
"What monstrous strength! He punched that Scorpionkin into blood mist! Just how strong is he?"Ye Zhiqiu exclaimed in disbelief. He had intended to help, but Yi Tianxing's attack was simply too fast — he had instantly killed two Scorpionkin warriors.
Such brutality was terrifying.
Yi Tianxing's display of strength instantly attracted the attention of many human cultivators — and even the Scorpionkin Chieftain.
However, amidst the chaos of battle, no one noticed something else happening.
The blood from the fallen bodies soaked the ground and began flowing toward the guillotine in a strange, unnatural way, as if an invisible force was drawing it.
The blood crept up the guillotine like writhing blood-colored serpents. A faint crimson glow slowly began to emanate from the guillotine.
At the center of the platform, the blood gathered — flowing into the ghost-headed blade resting there.
As the blood touched the blade, the grotesque ghost head on the weapon seemed to... smile.