Master Danyang stood up, watching the battle between Quinn Shepherd and Dao Heir Lucas Lin. As for the half-dragon, half-qilin beast beneath the mountain gate, it had already lost interest in the proceedings and was snoring away once more.
"The Dao Heir can't hold out much longer—he's about to go all out," Danyang thought, a chill running through his heart.
Quinn's attacks were simply too fast and too domineering. Once he seized the initiative, he never gave his opponent a chance to breathe—he would keep pressing until the other yielded or died!
Lucas Lin couldn't gain any advantage in yuanqi, and his techniques were also suppressed by Quinn. Having sealed his Six Directions Treasury, many of his moves and divine arts couldn't be used. Now, his only chance was to unleash Dao Gate's Sect-Sealing Sword Art.
Only the Sect-Sealing Sword Art could turn the tide and snatch victory from defeat!
But even now, Danyang wasn't sure if Lucas Lin could execute the Sect-Sealing Sword Art at the Five Luminaries Realm.
Dao Gate's Sect-Sealing Sword Art demanded extremely high yuanqi and consumed it rapidly. Danyang judged that Lucas Lin could likely only unleash one move—after that, his yuanqi would be completely drained.
Just as this thought crossed his mind, Lucas Lin's whisk-threads began to change. It was a wondrous transformation: some threads turned black, others white, spreading through the air and slowly flowing together like a Taiji diagram suspended overhead.
Dao Gate's Sect-Sealing Sword Art—the first move of the Dao Sword Fourteen Chapters: a single point threads through the vastness, the two principles endlessly cycle yin and yang!
Lucas Lin's arm trembled—the black-and-white diagram pressed downward!
Danyang let out a breath, quite gratified. Lucas Lin was indeed the Dao Heir; relying on his profound cultivation, he managed to unleash the Sect-Sealing Sword Art even at the Five Luminaries Realm.
It's important to note: while many have studied Dao Gate's Sect-Sealing Sword Art, few have mastered it—and almost none can execute it at the Five Luminaries Realm. The energy cost is simply too great; even at the Divine Ability Realm, it's hard to pull off.
Moreover, mastering this sword art demands extraordinary talent and comprehension, with the greatest requirement being calculation arts.
Just the Ten Computational Canons alone are enough to drive most people mad, and beyond those, there are profound classics like the Grand Derivation Total Numbers and Four-Element Jade Mirror.
Yet Lucas Lin was a rare talent among them, a prodigy in calculation arts. From a young age, his skills had already reached great heights; with this foundation, learning the Dao Sword Fourteen Chapters was far easier for him than for others.
Each chapter of the Dao Sword Fourteen is harder than the last; by the fourteenth, almost no one can master it—not even the current Dao Lord has completed the Fourteenth Sword.
Still, the Dao Lord has high hopes for Lucas Lin, believing he may one day master the Fourteenth Sword.
The Dao Sword Fourteen Chapters—the Dao Lord once lent them to the Everpeace Imperial Preceptor for study. In the Preceptor's Sword Discourse, both the Dao Sword and the Three Heavenly Swords of the Son of Heaven are discussed; it's clear the Dao Sword Fourteen Chapters left their mark.
So it's easy to imagine just how formidable Lucas Lin's sword move really is!
Beneath the black-and-white diagram, Quinn felt a genuine shock—the sword art pressing down from above was no longer a mortal sword technique. Yin and yang intertwined, and even before the unleashed energy reached him, he was filled with dread.
He flicked his fingers—Thunder-Flick erupted, each finger unleashing a thunderous boom, sharp and unmatched. Yet even the Thunder Chant Eight-Form, a top-tier battle technique, was useless against the black-and-white Taiji diagram; it was like a clay ox sinking into the sea, unable to stir a single ripple.
Crash—
Beneath his feet, an Azure Dragon soared into the air—then suddenly broke apart, countless sword-lights swarming and converging into his hand, forming a long sword.
Quinn's face grew solemn. Sword in hand, he stepped forth to meet the descending black-and-white Taiji diagram.
In his grip, the sword felt like an artist’s finest brush, a traveler’s heaviest step, a singer’s throat, a dancer’s dance. He unleashed the sword move taught by the Village Chief.
Sword Treading the Rivers and Mountains.
Can gods be felled?
The answer: Yes!
Under his sword, light and shadow, weight and speed, urgency and calm—all fused perfectly. The fourteen basic sword forms shifted in his hand in an instant, conjuring a vast landscape in midair!
Dao Gate's Dao Sword Fourteen Chapters was no ordinary sword art—nor was the Village Chief's Sword Diagram!
This was a sword art for felling gods!
Can gods be felled?
Anyone who wields this sword must hold no gods, demons, or buddhas in their heart. Toward so-called gods, demons, and buddhas, they must harbor utmost irreverence—a heart set on felling gods!
Danyang's eye twitched—he shot to his feet. At the same moment, the half-dragon, half-qilin beast beneath the mountain gate woke from its slumber, lifting its head to peer upward!
In the sky, the two sword arts collided—a blinding flash. The black-and-white Taiji diagram shattered within the unfolding landscape, and Lucas Lin was struck dozens of times in an instant, his body streaked with blood!
Suddenly, his eyes lit up: "There's a flaw!"
Quinn caught his gaze and was startled—the youth's eyes landed on his left shoulder, precisely where the Overlord Three-Core Art's flaw lay!
"Qi-ke-duo!"
Quinn raised his hand, forming the Demon-God Might Seal!
He blocked his left shoulder with the seal, while his other hand unleashed a surge of sword-light, stabbing toward Lucas Lin!
Sss—
Lucas Lin’s sword pierced through Quinn’s palm, the tip striking his left shoulder. His brocade robe blocked it from piercing flesh, but the sword-light still stabbed in, sending pain shooting through Quinn’s shoulder.
At the same time, Lucas Lin’s body shuddered violently, swaying as dozens of bloody holes appeared in an instant—he collapsed to the ground!
Quinn dispersed the sword formed from his yuanqi, bowed respectfully, and said, "Dao-Heir, you have my thanks for the match."
Lucas Lin struggled to his feet, blood still flowing from his wounds. Danyang rushed forward to apply medicine, but Lucas Lin raised his hand to stop him, straightened his clothes, and returned the bow: "Thank you for your instruction." Only then did he take the healing pill.
Danyang quickly applied medicine to his wounds to stop the bleeding. After tending to him, the old Daoist and the youth rose, saluted Quinn, who returned the gesture. The two donned bamboo hats and turned to leave.
Quinn watched them go, then his face twisted in pain as he clutched his left hand, gasping, "Ouch! That hurts! That stingy old Danyang didn’t even offer me any medicine."
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Agony shot through his left hand and shoulder—the sword had struck bone. Quinn gasped for breath, and as he started up the mountain, he stumbled and grabbed the chained Dragon-Qilin beside him for support.
He’d expended too much yuanqi—Sword Treading the Rivers and Mountains was extremely draining, leaving him feeling weak.
Quinn had passed the mountain gate several times without noticing the beast, always assuming it was a stone statue. But as his hand touched it, he felt a soft, yielding texture and jumped in surprise.
The Dragon-Qilin raised its eyes and glanced at him, then stretched out its tongue and licked his wounded shoulder.
Quinn felt a cool sensation on his shoulder, and the pain gradually faded. He quickly pulled open his collar to look, and saw the tiny sword wounds shrinking—there were over a dozen, all healing fast.
Quinn marveled, "Is this... Dragon-Qilin drool? Or Qilin drool? Either way, it’s top-grade medicine!"
He quickly lifted his palm, and the beast licked it too.
Quinn watched as flesh regrew in his palm—the sword wounds sprouted like tender shoots, swiftly closing up, even the bone injury healed, and his skin quickly knit together.
"Senior brother, do you like sour apricots?"
Quinn squatted down, pulled out a jade bottle from his robe, and held it under the beast’s mouth, smiling: "The really sour kind, so sour it’ll make your teeth ache. Not interested? How about yellow plums? They’re super sour too—just thinking about it makes your mouth water... No? I’ll treat you to a lemon then..."
The Dragon-Qilin rolled its eyes at him, said nothing, and ignored him—sitting there unmoving, not a drop of drool in sight.
"So what do you like to eat?" Quinn asked.