First Immortal of the Sword-Chapter 1954: Cut Down Like Grass

As they conversed, the dead gods’ attacks intensified.

The jade cauldron hovering over the spearwoman’s head shook as if about to fall, its wails shaking the heavens.

The spearwoman took a deep breath and said solemnly, “Enough. No more jokes. When I risk it all, whatever you do, don’t hesitate. Flee immediately, the further the better….”

Clang!

Before she could finish her sentence, the boundless hum of a sword rang out.

The spearwoman’s pupils constricted as a Dao Sword suddenly shot out of Su Yi. It was black as ink, ethereal and indistinct, and when it emerged, the unparalleled majesty emanating from it shook the heavens.

A figure appeared reflected over the blade, a cold, indifferent man in long robes. He stood there casually, as if gazing down upon all of creation, or as if he’d risen above it all..

“This is…?”

“An imprint of will?”

“But his aura seems every bit as strong as ours were in life!”

The dead gods surrounding the spearwoman were startled into action. All of them sensed how terrifying that figure was.

The spearwoman’s beautiful eyes also widened. “Who’s that?”

“The Dao Imprint of one of my past lives,” Su Yi said casually. “He's more than enough to clean up these dead gods.”

“That really won’t be a problem,” Li Fuyou said flatly.

He stretched out of his hand, and the Sword of the Nine Hells fell into his grip. Then, he casually slashed the air.

Boom!

The entire stretch of heaven and earth shattered. Wherever the tyrannical sword qi passed, the dead gods’ attacks fell apart.

“So fierce!” the spearwoman exclaimed. “But if he's so strong, why are you so weak in this incarnation?”

“...” Su Yi didn’t know what to say to that.

Meanwhile, the Confucian-robed dead god’s face was ashen as he addressed Li Fuyou. “All we want is an opportunity to reincarnate and cultivate again. Why must you interfere?”

The other dead gods’ expressions were similarly unsightly. Li Fuyou’s arrival had caught them off guard, and his terrifying power made them sense a lethal threat!

Li Fuyou didn’t answer. His expression was calm and tranquil as he turned his sword and attacked the nearest dead god.

Kcch!!

The sword qi was simple and direct, but when it flew through the air, heaven and earth seemed to split. A massive rift tore open.

The dead god roared in fury and swung his battered bone spear, only for it to shatter instantaneously. A moment later, he was cleaved in two, and both halves of his bisected corpse exploded into ash.

One slash, and a being comparable to a Greater God was destroyed!

Li Fuyou’s unstoppable momentum finally let Su Yi vent his pent-up displeasure and frustration.

The spearwoman’s eyes lit up, and she muttered, “I can see that in your prior incarnation, you were a ruler-like god of the sword! That majestic bearing and momentum… are incredible! By comparison, your current incarnation is just… far too pathetic…”

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The corners of Su Yi’s lips twitched. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. How could you possibly compare us? Don’t you see how enormous the gap in our cultivations is?

Meanwhile, the dead gods attacked in a rage. All of them attacked Li Fuyou.

Kaboom!

In life, they were prominent and influential Master Gods. How could they fail to realize Li Fuyou’s strength? Thus, all of them attacked with all their might.

None of them held back in the slightest. All of them attacked with all their might!

Even in the face of this onslaught, Li Fuyou remained as calm and detached as ever. He swung the Sword of the Nine Hells as he stepped through the air, his sword force enveloping heaven and earth.

Boom!

The ten-plus dead gods’ onslaught broke, and the dead gods were sent flying backward. Li Fuyou’s strike continued, its power undiminished. He pointed his sword, and…

Bang!!

Several tens of thousands of feet away, a dead god’s body exploded into ash.

Li Fuyou didn’t even bat an eye. He disappeared into thin air, then reappeared in front of three dead gods.

This is bad!

All three of them looked stricken, and they dashed off in three different directions. But they were one step too late. An ear-splitting boom rang out, and sword qi swept out in all directions, enveloping them completely and instantly reducing them to ash.

Li Fuyou, meanwhile, was already headed for the others.

It all happened in one smooth series of movements, so quick that it was unbelievable. The dead gods didn't even have the chance to struggle before they perished beneath a single slash—quick, crisp, and direct, like an axe through bamboo.

And from beginning to end, Li Fuyou remained perfectly composed and aloof, as if he were gazing down upon the world from on high.

“Not bad, truly not bad. He’s not at all inferior to some of my seniors. I truly cannot imagine how someone as weak as you could have been so strong in a past life,” said the spearwoman, clucking her tongue in amazement.

Su Yi directly ignored her. By now, he’d realized that the spearwoman felt compelled to add barbs to every sentence she spoke; to do otherwise made her uncomfortable!

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” asked the spearwoman.

“I can’t be bothered to make trouble for a junior,” Su Yi said flatly.

The spearwoman didn’t know what to say.

Meanwhile, the situation on the battlefield had turned completely on its head. Li Fuyou slaughtered seven more dead gods, and their desperate, embittered cries rang out throughout the area.

By now, only four dead gods remained, and they’d obviously completely broken down. Terror, fury, and unease were written all over their faces.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to run, but that several of their allies had already tried it. Everyone who attempted to flee had been cut down ruthlessly. Not one had escaped! And even when they fought with all their might, they were like moths to the flame, seeking out their own demise. What were they supposed to do?

“We admit defeat!” the short old dwarf cried out.

It hadn’t been long since he’d flashed Su Yi a sinister grin and warned him to look out for himself, but now, his face sported a pleading expression, full of terror.

The comparison was stark. It was hard not to feel wistful.

Splurt!

Sword light flashed past, and the dwarf was cut to bits. From beginning to end, Li Fuyou couldn’t be bothered to spare him a glance.

“I’m willing to submit!” the woman in black said in a quavering voice.

But it was useless. Sword qi swept toward her, ripping her to bits and reducing her body to powder.

The spearwoman whooped and cheered from the sidelines. She seemed to have forgotten her dire injuries or how wretched she’d been just now.

In the end, the man in Confucian robes and the other dead god were destroyed too. Li Fuyou heartlessly slew them all.

He didn’t say a single word during the massacre. He was completely calm, and completely aloof, but his sheer calm only made it all the more astonishing.

Dust and smoke permeated heaven and earth.

Seventeen dead gods had been destroyed. Not even they could have anticipated that they’d survive the former epoch, and all the years since, only to be cut down like grass in a single battle.

“When the Path of Divinity appears, I won’t be able to help you.” Li Fuyou turned to look at Su Yi.

Su Yi nodded. Li Fuyou had told him that he could draw on his Dao Imprint just three times. This was the last time he’d intervene.

But Su Yi didn’t mind, nor did he find it a pity. He had his own path to walk, and he had no intention of leaning on anyone.

“Losing my aid might well be a good thing for you,” said Li Fuyou before disappearing into the Sword of the Nine Hells, which in turn shot into Su Yi’s sea of consciousness.

“Thank you,” said the spearwoman. She walked over, raised her jade-like, slender hand, and patted Su Yi on the shoulder. “I’ll be sure to repay this favor someday!”

“...” Su Yi laughed. “You’d best tend to your wounds first.”

The spearwoman was covered in blood, and her hair was disheveled. She looked as wretched as could be.

But she still acted like she didn’t care. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“These paltry little wounds don’t mean a thing,” said the spearwoman. She took out a jug of wine and took a deep swig. A line of liquid flowed down her exquisite jaw, then dripped down her long, slender neck.

Hers was a charm tinged with valiance and heroism. Even Su Yi couldn’t help but admire it. This woman is as fierce as can be in battle, and she’s got an unconstrained, natural bearing. She’s nothing like those tender, delicate little beauties.

The spearwoman put her jug of wine away and asked, “Right, just who did you see before the Spacetime Boundary Marker?”

“An imprint your father left behind,” said Su Yi.

“Really?” The spearwoman frowned.

“Of course. Otherwise, how could I have learned your name?”

The spearwoman’s expression shifted. After a moment’s silence, she said with dejection, “But why… didn’t he show himself for me?”

Su Yi was just about to explain when the spearwoman sighed and waved him away. “No need to explain. I’m just whining. How could I not understand that he left a long time ago?”

She then walked to the side in silence, sat cross-legged, and started tending to her wounds.

Su Yi keenly felt that for all her broad-mindedness and valiance, she… was actually quite upset that she didn’t get to see her father. He had nothing to say to that; there was nothing he could say.

“My father is my father, and I am me. I don’t care who you were in your past life. I owe you a favor, and I naturally have to repay you,” the spearwoman said out of nowhere. “My full name is Lin Jinghong. Remember it.”

She then tossed Su Yi a jade pendant. “This is my token. If you run into danger too great to resolve when the Path of Divinity appears, use it.”

Su Yi looked down at the mysterious, inscrutable jade pendant in a daze.