Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword-Chapter 77 - The Terrifying Silver Man

However, the strength was only at the Initial Period of Second Layer Heaven, the same realm as his, and seemed especially adjusted, but this body… was nearly an Undying Body!

It was monstrous!

Zhou Heng’s fighting spirit soared, he sprang forward, initiating the counterattack himself.

The eyes of the Silver Man blazed with white light, its fists swinging to meet him.

What kind of fist technique was this!

Zhou Heng found himself momentarily stunned; the Silver Man’s fist technique was incredibly simple—a direct punch—but it carried an invincible, sinister repelling momentum.

Simple, neat, it was truly the style of a great master.

Bang!

Zhou Heng was knocked back by a punch, his brows furrowed tight, for two of his ribs had been broken!

How could this be?

He had no chance to activate Swift Cloud Radiant Step, this punch from the Silver Man was as unpredictable as a wild horse yet as profound as a dam, simple and devoid of tricks, yet overwhelmingly powerful.

Before this, he had always been the one to see through others’ flaws, easily repelling, injuring, or killing opponents with a casual punch or sword strike.

This was the first time he had been injured in one move by someone of the same realm.

He activated his Bloodline Power, instantly healing his injuries, and completely put aside any underestimation.

The Silver Man, devoid of any emotion, launched another attack, still in the same minimized fist technique, yet its power was immensely overwhelming, forcing Zhou Heng to keep using Swift Cloud Radiant Step, dodging and retreating continuously.

Zhou Heng had never known fist techniques could reach such heights, seemingly simple enough even for someone who had never trained to perform, yet more powerful than any Martial Arts Technique!

If the Silver Man knew other Martial Arts Techniques, how terrifying would it become?

For example, fist strikes containing Power of Flame, freezing effects, or deadly toxins!

These techniques could perfectly integrate into the fist technique, with no conflict whatsoever.

Though clearly devoid of life, it had pushed the art of striking to an extreme!

Boom, boom, boom, the wind from its punches roared.

Zhou Heng continued to use Swift Cloud Radiant Step, dodging and retreating constantly.

This was a suppression on a whole different level; he wasn’t even qualified to engage it directly and was thoroughly dominated.

Had it not been for the extraordinary abilities of Swift Cloud Radiant Step, he would have had to resort to using the Black Broken Sword.

To strike the strong with the weak, to overcome strength with weakness!

Zhou Heng felt immensely troubled; if his strength truly reached the Unparalleled Realm, then just one punch would crush the Silver Man, as absolute power grinds below it, even a trace of its fist wind could obliterate the Silver Man to dust!

But the key was that he wasn’t!

In fact, the strength of the Silver Man had also been adjusted according to his realm, otherwise, it was not certain who would be crushing whom if they really fought!

Buzz, the Black Broken Sword was drawn, Zhou Heng launched the Flying Waterfall Sword Technique.

Cascades of black waterfalls tumbled down, swirling towards the Silver Man, indescribably mystical.

The Silver Man flicked its right hand, a column of silver shot out from its hand, manifesting into a Silver Sword.

It swept out its sword techniques, striking back at Zhou Heng, its swordsmanship equally straightforward, full of the essence of returning to simplicity.

Clang!

The Black Sword and Silver Sword clashed for the first time, sparks flying, and the Silver Sword was immediately sliced in two, but following a surge of silver light, the broken blade regrew, flawless as before.

This…

was just like cheating!

The Silver Man attacked again, a sword strike coming incredibly fast, carrying an ancient and profound momentum, breaking through the Flying Waterfall Sword Technique, aiming straight for Zhou Heng’s chest.

Zhou Heng was greatly alarmed, urgently revving up Swift Cloud Radiant Step to a hundredfold speed, leaping more than thirty feet in an instant, his eyes filled with amazement.

This Silver Man was terrifying, its mastery in fist techniques and swordsmanship had reached an unrivaled level, truly turning decay into magic, merely using the simplest thrust to dissolve the Flying Waterfall Sword Technique!

No choice but to face it head-on!

Zhou Heng continued to push Swift Cloud Radiant Step to its limits, using this hundredfold increased speed to rapidly close in on the Silver Man, his Black Sword slashing across its neck.

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A silver head immediately soared through the air!

Handled…

or not!

The headless body of the Silver Man didn’t fall, but instead, a new head grew from the neck, bang, stepping forward, right hand sword, left hand fist, continuing the attack on Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng felt like slapping his own head; the Silver Man only had the form of a human—it wasn’t a real human at all.

Originally just a mass of liquid formed into shape, where could its vulnerabilities be?

But how could such a monster be defeated?

Zhou Heng didn’t know what to do; this monster was truly an Undying and Indestructible Body, absolutely unsolvable!

Run!

He tumbled several times, flipping over the Silver Man from above, launching Swift Cloud Radiant Step, swift as a beam of light, unreachable by the Silver Man.

Crack!

Having moved about a hundred yards, he suddenly heard a clear sound; Zhou Heng’s Divine Intent rippled, and he saw a drop of silver liquid falling from the wall, followed by another drop, quickly forming into a line.

Was this the original one, or did a new one emerge?

Just a few seconds later, the answer was self-evident as heavy footsteps sounded from the passage behind.

Damn, the Silver Man was chasing him—this was the second Silver Man!

Zhou Heng took off running.

He couldn’t handle even one, how could he deal with two?

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

As he advanced, silver liquid continuously dripped down, forming more Silver Men that joined the chase.

Three, four, five…

nine!

When the count reached nine, it finally stopped, and a large door appeared in front of Zhou Heng, blocking his path.

He quickly pushed against it with all his might, but the door was incredibly sturdy, unmovable even when he exerted his power to the utmost.

This was about breaching, not escaping!

Zhou Heng immediately realized that unless he dealt with those nine Silver Men behind him, the door would not open!

How to fight?

Such creatures were undying and indestructible.

How could it be possible to kill them?

While Zhou Heng was worrying, the nine Silver Men had already pounced on him, all expressionless and relentless as they attacked.

The combat power of the nine Silver Men was comparable; each had the ability to simplify their techniques and return to the basics, leaving Zhou Heng with no ability to counterattack, only continuously dodge.

Since he had started cultivating, this was the first time Zhou Heng had encountered such troublesome opponents; it tremendously vexed him.

He ran from one end of the passage back to the other, only to find that the door there was also locked.

Trapped!

There was only one way forward—to truly break through!

Then let’s fight!

Zhou Heng turned around, his eyes blazing with a fierce will to fight, ready for battle.

The nine Silver Men charged without a moment’s pause, attacking aggressively from nine different directions.

None of his techniques had any effect against the nine masterful Silver Men; Zhou Heng let out a long howl and launched his strongest technique.

Sky-soaring Nine Forms!

Sky-soaring First Form, Second Form, Third Form…

one form after another unfolded, each one stacking on the previous!

Before this, no matter what technique Zhou Heng used, the Silver Men could easily neutralize it, but they were finally powerless against the Sky-soaring Nine Forms!

Such swordsmanship was not meant for mortals to possess!

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

Countless sword Qi surged forth, chopping the nine Silver Men into shattered pieces, silver liquid splattered everywhere.

By the time Zhou Heng executed the Sky-reaching Seventh Form, all the Silver Men had been reduced to mere droplets.

Was it over?

Even though Zhou Heng had advanced a minor realm, using the Sky-reaching Seventh Form still nearly depleted his strength, leaving him staggering.

Of course, his power had increased at least threefold since his battle with Jin Tengyi, and his lethal force had skyrocketed by ten times!

Not yet!

Zhou Heng reluctantly discovered that the liquid on the ground was merging together, and the nine Silver Men were rapidly reforming at an incredible speed.

If they couldn’t be killed like this, what else could he do?

Zhou Heng had no intention of giving up.

Although his strength was nearly exhausted, he readied himself to perform the Swift Cloud Radiant Step.

This technique didn’t require full power to be effective, and he could slowly recover his strength for another battle.

Fight, fight, fight, never give up even at the end of life!

The nine Silver Men were fully formed!

As they each stepped forward, Zhou Heng was about to run when he saw the nine Silver Men unexpectedly bow to him, then move back to the wall and rapidly merge into it, a bizarre sight.

Had he passed?

It seemed so, otherwise, why would the Silver Men disappear?

Turns out, there was no need to truly annihilate them; merely defeating them all was sufficient.

Zhou Heng strode forward, reaching the end of the passage where the previously closed door was now wide open, revealing a light beyond.

Indeed, he had passed; the door was open!

Zhou Heng pondered for a moment and didn’t immediately proceed forward; instead, he sat down cross-legged, utilizing Moonshadow Heart Jue to recover the large amount of spent spiritual power.

To hasten his recovery, he took out a spirit stone.

The effect was excellent.

In just an hour, Zhou Heng had returned to his best condition.

“What’s next?”

He strode through the door, fearless.

Beyond was a dazzling light; once Zhou Heng adjusted, he found himself standing on a cliff.

Ahead was an extremely long stone bridge, no more than half a foot wide, leading into the distance.

As the mountain wind blew, the stone bridge swayed like a rope, chilling to the onlooker.