Chaotic World Book-Chapter 536 - 520 Sword Control and Water Manipulation

In the midst of the air, the clash of two sword energies had blinked past a thousand exchanges, within the flashes of lightning and sword’s gleam, the figures could hardly be seen.

On one side, the raging sea roared furiously, the waves continuously lapping at the shore without end.

On the other side, the purple qi was dense and layered, like raging waves surging into the thousands of mountains, quickly diluting to mere trickles.

Each time Wang Daoning dueled with Cui Wenjing, he felt this sense of exertion without leverage, as both seemed to be inherently incompatible; thus, on the Heavenly List of rankings, he always ranked one step behind Cui Wenjing.

It wasn’t a case of softness overcoming hardness... Cui Wenjing was not soft.

He was vast, with purple qi filling the mountains and rivers, a sight of grandeur.

Wang Daoning had always found it hard to understand how someone so devoted to his family could possess such a grand sense of landscapes, yet these contradictory qualities coexisted harmoniously in Cui Wenjing, who embodied such paradox.

Because of this, even though it seemed like the Qinghe Sword’s true master of Sword Intent, it still hadn’t obtained the Qinghe Sword’s acknowledgment, the Sword Spirit seemed ambiguous in its recognition.

But no matter whether the Sword Spirit recognized it or not, it had become meaningless, for the Qinghe Sword was forcefully taken of half its energy by Xia Longyuan, and the Sword Spirit’s deep slumber was largely due to force majeure. Moreover, his Sea Suppressing Sword had recuperated completely with the energy supplement from the Sea Race—perhaps Cui Wenjing would feel that the Sea Suppressing Sword might not be the same sword anymore, but Wang Daoning knew it still was.

The vast purple qi gradually started to ripple, seeming slightly unable to sustain its force.

"With the vastness of mountains and rivers, embracing the raging sea’s fury... Wen Jing, have you ever thought that the sea is in fact more expansive than the land? What seems like suppression, when there is a disparity in strength, you could be totally overwhelmed and submerged."

The Sea Suppressing Sword seemed to move at an extremely slow pace, inching slowly in front of Cui Wenjing so slow that the engravings on the blade could be clearly seen.

Yet in Cui Wenjing’s eyes, there was neither a sword in sight nor Wang Daoning.

It was like standing alone on a crumbling rock, facing a hundred-foot-high wave coming from afar slowly yet inevitably, suffocatingly overwhelming.

"Your cultivation has also improved, not solely relying on the Sea Suppressing Sword... No wonder you are so confident," Cui Wenjing’s eyes harbored neither sadness nor joy: "But Cui himself has not been idly marking time either."

A hint of purple light appeared amid the terrifying waves, initially faint yet piercing through the raging waves, remarkably not dissipating in the massive waves.

Wang Daoning’s pupils shrank: "You’ve also reached this realm..."

"Also".

The towering waves suddenly became a thin line, akin to the distant horizon where the sea meets the sky.

*Bing!* The tips of the two swords collided, both shuddering as blood spilled from the corners of their mouths, sending them flying backward.

Both at the bottom of the Heavenly List, yet in reality, both had glimpsed the threshold of the Imperial Realm.

Even with the restored power of the Sea Suppressing Sword, and the Divine Sword’s force Wang Daoning could borrow being more than the Qinghe Sword’s Cui Wenjing had, both were still grievously injured!

The ranking of the Heavenly List remained accurate.

But as Wang Daoning flew backward, his left hand suddenly captured the air.

Cui Wenjing, initially only lightly injured and secretly restoring his disrupted Inner Breath, suddenly tensed up, his blood seemingly drawn out following the trace it had spilled, spurting out fresh blood and plummeting towards the ground like a severed kite, blood coloring the sky.

He could not even hold onto his longsword, which wobbled as it fell.

Unable to even retrieve his sword, Cui Wenjing strained to suppress his raging blood flow and whispered, "Drawing water within the body... This is not a technique of the Wang Family, nor even of this era—surely from the Sea Race..."

"Sorry, Wen Jing," Wang Daoning halted his backward momentum, lunging forward as he thrust his sword downward.

But Cui Wenjing revealed a slight smile.

How could he not have guessed the Wang Family’s possession of the Sea Race’s Secret Skill? In these days, he had gone through countless ancient texts, made numerous covert preparations. Unbreakable or not, he shouldn’t be unprepared as to be beaten so miserably now, even losing his sword.

Just when Wang Daoning felt he could declare victory, the seemingly faltering Qinghe Sword suddenly and silently flew upward, aiming straight for Wang Daoning’s back!

This wasn’t the doing of the Qinghe Sword’s spirit... This was Cui Wenjing controlling the sword!

*Snap!* As Wang Daoning’s sword pierced in, Cui Wenjing clapped his hands together, letting the Sword Qi pass through his body, firmly trapping the Sea Suppressing Sword.

Wang Daoning’s heart sounded a stark warning, knowing there was something stealthily attacking him from behind, yet he couldn’t bring himself to abandon the ancestral Divine Sword. Hesitating for just a moment, he lost the chance to drop the sword and dodge. He awkwardly clutched the sword, twisting his body forcefully, as the Qinghe Sword grazed his right rib and passed through, returning to Cui Wenjing’s hand.

Cui Wenjing caught the sword, falling to the ground like a cut kite string, laughing heartily.

Everything was as expected. Among those from the Aristocratic Family, everything else was negotiable, but losing the ancestral sword was as painful as losing one’s life. Wang Daoning couldn’t bear to immediately discard the sword, just as he couldn’t have imagined throwing away his ancestral sword by himself.

In fact, he hadn’t fared much better. In the end, the sword would have to return, otherwise, he wouldn’t rest in peace even in death.

Such was a fitting outcome of the battle.

He had no more resistance left, Wang Daoning likely still had the strength to deliver another strike to him. But he too was grievously injured, unlikely to pursue Cui Yeong, and needed to immediately return for recuperation and cultivation... the next steps would be up to their children...

Wang Daoning clasped his wounded side and shook his head, admiring the old friend’s scheming decisiveness. Holding the sword, he soared down, "Wen Jing, I am sorry."

At that moment, his heart leaped, and he shockingly looked southward.

Evil Qi surged horridly from the horizon, the sky drenched in blood, a view so terrifying from afar it made one’s heart lurch.

It was as if the force of a ferocious beast from ancient times descended from the skies, the dark crimson wave of blood reached him in the blink of an eye.

Wang Daoning swiftly drew his sword for a strike, but tragically, he was too injured at the moment. The blood wave broke through, but the Evil Qi could not be quelled, and it fiercely slammed into him. Despite raising his Gang Qi as a protective shield in time, he still ended up in a terrible state, his body torn and bloodied.

Now, the injuries between Cui Wenjing and Wang Daoning were about the same...

This was definitely a strike close to the Imperial Realm. Which one from the Heavenly List had come to take advantage?

Wang Daoning, straining to see, noticed a figure from the Great Han holding a Broadsword, sprinting their way, shouting, "Son of a bitch, harming my father-in-law, don’t run!"

...Zhao Changhe? How had he managed to deliver that previous strike?

Wang Daoning could almost see Cui Wenjing, lying defeated on the ground, grinning widely, his smile almost reaching his ears.

Damn it.

The most infuriating part was that he really needed to leave now, otherwise the Chaotic World Book might flash the headline "Cui Wenjing and Zhao Changhe Together Slay Wang Daoning at Puyang"...Wait, not right. Wang Daoning was about to turn when he suddenly halted.

He should make sure Zhao Changhe died here, otherwise, Zhao Ling would have no chance in the future.

As the thought crossed his mind, Zhao Changhe had already rushed to the spot, leaping and slashing with his Broadsword, shouting, "Die!"

An opaque, water-like shadow suddenly rose behind Wang Daoning, silently pressing towards Zhao Changhe’s chest.

Cui Wenjing cried out, "Be careful!"

A dragon-shaped Fist Power suddenly descended from the sky, ferociously slamming into the water-like shadow.

Wang Daoning was startled, "Xia Longyuan!"

Zhao Changhe had no time to worry about Wang Daoning, diving forward, grabbing Cui Wenjing, and dashing out of the Fist Power’s range.

"Boom!" A thundering explosion resonated through the space.

Zhao Changhe wasn’t able to completely dodge the energy aftermath, tumbling several times before coming to a halt, coughing as he turned to look back, the riverbank plain had been obliterated by the strike, revealing a massive pit tens of meters deep.

Wang Daoning had vanished, and the whereabouts of that water-like shadow were unknown.

Looking down at his father-in-law in his arms, who had already paled like golden paper, totally unconscious.

Zhao Changhe gasped for a while, then suddenly jumped up, pointing to the sky, "Old Xia, son of a bitch, you just watched the battle unfold, doing nothing until it was too late for Old Cui? You act hastily only when the Sea Race appears, not caring whether your actions might cause collateral damage, feeling all high and mighty? When others defend your Jiangshan, your Jiangshan!"

The air fell silent, and no one responded for a long while.

Meanwhile, three thousand of the Blood God Sect appeared on the outskirts of the battlefield, Wang Zhaoqing weighed his options and, with no desire to continue the fight, led a retreat.

Cui Yuan Yong opened the city gates wide, leading the Light Cavalry in pursuit. After a chaotic skirmish, both sides withdrew.

In the Wang Family’s first battle of rebellion, they returned defeated.

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