Ji Lanfang took a deep breath before rushing to his opponent. He had a terrifying fighting intent in his eyes as he entered a state of no thought and no distraction; he only cared about doing his best to win this unwinnable battle.
[No Distance Strike]
He swung his sword so fast that he ignored the concept of distance, thus drastically increasing the speed of his strike. Unfortunately, it was useless. Wang Tia cut the “no distance” concept of his technique, thus returning distance. In other words, Ji Lanfang’s attack could no longer ignore distance and had to travel from point A to point B where Wang Tian.
Ji Lanfang smiled wrily as he watched the slow trajectory of his sword heading for Wang Tian, who easily evaded it.
[Beyond Death Strike]
Death is eternal and instant. However, Ji Lanfang’s sword is even faster than death itself.
Wang Tian calmly watched this attack; he could feel the terrifying speed and the power of life and death in that strike. Regardless, it was pointless to him. With one strike, he cut off the death and speed power behind that strike.
Meanwhile, Ji Lanfang was not discouraged as he expected this outcome. He followed his previous strike with another technique: [Infinite Speed Momentum].
Slash! Slash! Slash!
With each strike, Ji Lanfang’s momentum increased exponentially as those his speed. He touched on the concept of infinite speed and went deep into: 5 times infinite speed, ten times infinite speed, twenty times infinite speed …
Wang Tian calmly watched the incalculable sword slashes attacking him. The current attacks were beyond his physical senses or his soul sense. However, it did not matter since his passive Domain did its job and slowed once the slashes reached him.
Wang Tian suddenly swung his sword and cut off Ji Lanfang’s infinite, forcing him to take a dozen steps backward in the sky.
[Infinite Mass Sword]
Ji Lanfang changed tactics and focused on a heavy attack instead; infinite speed converted into infinite mass. Moreover, Ji Lanfang did not target Wang Tian but directed his strength to affect the domain surrounding his opponent.
With this one strike, the power Law between Heaven shook as Ji Lanfang brought tremendous pressure to the surrounding Domain. His attack was as if a mighty fleshly body used pure force to break the laws of Heaven and Earth.
Wang Tian secretly shook his head. The opponent abandoned the advantage of speed, making things easier for him. He used the passive Domain to boost his sword before slashing.
Crack!
Ji Lanfang lost the infinite mass of his sword, and it became an ordinary attack with ordinary speed or attack potential. He smiled wrily as he finally understood how the swordsmen in his world felt when they fought him; their despair, helplessness, confusion, and doubt–he experienced them all in this short confrontation.
Luckily, he was not like these swordsmen; his mind and Dao Heart were better than theirs, so he soon regained his clarity and focused–he had not lost yet.
[Traceless Sword]
Ji Lanfang made the posture of the Sword Drawing Technique before rapidly swinging his sword. In this attack, his sword was so fast that it could not be seen, smelled, or detected; it escaped the world’s shackles through sheer speed and simply disappeared–it became traceless.
The void around Wang Tian trembled for a moment before returning to normal. His eyes lit up with surprise as this attack had some effect on his Domain. Sadly, it suffered the same fate as the first attack: the domain cut off its concept of “being undetected” and drastically weakened.
“Even this one failed?” muttered Ji Lanfang before shaking his head. “I have two more attacks left. No, three. If you cut them, I’ll admit my defeat.”
[Future Slash]
A second illusory version of Ji Lanfang appeared next to him, wearing all-white clothes. The two fused before he slashed his swords.
Wang Tian looked in shock as he could not react. However, a potent slash suddenly appeared before him before stopping Ji Lanfang’s attack. He sighed in relief as he reviewed that attack.
‘He used his unfathomable speed to break the limit of the River of Time, thus accessing a future version of himself; they then fuse their speed to reach an unimaginable slash.’
Wang Tian understood this attack was similar to his son’s Future Buddha Self, but Ji Lanfang used his Speed Sword Dao to achieve something similar.
Bloosh!
Ji Lanfang suddenly spewed a mouthful of blood as his complexion became pale. He hurriedly took out a talisman from his space ring and activated it.
“Are you alright?” asked Wang Tian.
“This is just the backlash from the River of Time.” He did not cultivate the Law of Time, so using that sword slash will sometime have backlash. Luckily, he’s always prepared with a special Time Talisman to help him resist.
“The second attack,” continued Ji Lanfang.
“Do you want to recuperate?”
“No need.” A ruthless look flashed in Ji Lanfang’s eyes as he changed the sword to his left hand. “I’ve never used this attack before, and everything about it is theoretical; thus, I don’t know the final result. So, Fellow Daoist, be careful.”
This was only a friendly battle, so Ji Lanfang did not want to kill his friend accidentally.
“I understand,” replied Wang Tian, taking the warning seriously.
Then, Ji Lanfang slashed.
[Nothingness Sword]
Nothingness has no form, no shape, and no intent. So, what would happen to a sword traveling to absolute nothingness? A sword with no matter, energy, laws, or concept like motion, distance, or friction to hinder its traveling speed?
The result would be beyond comprehension speed.
Bang!
Wang Tian flew a hundred thousand meters back before stopping. His face was pale, and his aura weakened.
“A sword that touched on nothingness taboo: brilliant,” he commented. He would have lost to that sword if it was not for his previous battle with his son and learning how to cut off nothingness.
Suddenly, he frowned.
“Are you alright?” he hurriedly asked.
“Better than I anticipated,” replied Ji Lanfang, who was missing his left arm; the thing disappeared after the attack, returning to nothingness.
“You’re too reckless,” said Wang Tian, but Ji Lanfang did not care. He created this sword but never had the opportunity to use it because he always felt something terrible would happen to him if he did.
So, he was prepared to die after that attack. Luckily, he only lost one arm. Of course, he knew he could not regrow that arm no matter what he did or what resources he used. His only chance is after he proves the Dao and becomes an Emperor.
Regardless, Ji Lanfang did not care since this sword was the pinnacle of his skill, talent, and years of cultivation. Anyway, even with one arm, he was confident of suppressing his peers and becoming the one who sat on the throne.
“I have basically lost this battle,” declared Ji Lanfang. “However, I have one last sword, but it is not mine.”
He looked in the distance before sighing, “Before then, I would like to apologize for being presumptuous.”
He pointed his fingers at the sky, and countless motes of light suddenly flew from different corners of the Myriad Emperor World: the Eastern, Western, Central, Southern, and Northern Continent–all had motes of light. Most originated from the Eastern Continent, with the Central Continent offering the second most number.
The motes of light gathered together to form an enormous golden sword hanging above Heaven and Earth.
“You want to open a new Sword Path, but most swordsmen will not accept it,” said Ji Lanfang. “But now, this is your chance. I’ve condensed the Will of the current Sword Path. Defeat it, and Heaven and Earth will acknowledge your new Sword Path as the dominant one.”
Wang Tian calmly looked at the golden sword in the sky. He could tell it was the final resistance of the swordsmen of the old path. Otherwise, how could an outsider like Ji Lanfang condense such a sword?
“As you wish.”
Wang Tian’s aura suddenly increased as he gathered all his power–including his new Sword Realm. He swung his sword to create a pure white slash toward his target.
Crack!
Ji Lanfang’s face changed as he watched a considerable crack appear in the golden sword, almost separating into two.
“You!”
He did not think his old friend would be so ruthless and cut off most of the old path; this meant from now on, it would become a hundred times more difficult for swordsmen of the old path to cultivate and reach a higher realm of swordsmanship.
The only way forward for these swordsmen is to acknowledge Wang Tian’s Sword Path and change their mindset or ideology; that’s the only for their swordsmanship cultivation to return to normal.
“It’s a shame,” commented Wang Tian, sad he could not completely cut it off. “It does not matter; there is still a chance in the future.” Once he proves the Dao, the first thing he would do is cut off the old path, forever eliminating from this world.
“Brat, what have you done?” suddenly roared a voice that echoed throughout the sky.
Wang Tian frowned as he looked at the old man who suddenly appeared in the sky.
“I remember you: you’re Casting One from the Sword Casting Villa.”
Casting One did not answer Wang Tian but looked in the distance.
“Why do you care? Anyway, people on our level won’t be affected,” replied Sword One.
“That’s because he’s too weak now,” replied Casting One; he could foresee the fate of swordsmen once Wang Tian proved the Dao.
“Plus, I have to consider my sect’s foundation.”
“Then, change to his path,” added Sword One. “His path is better and can increase the strength of your entire sect.”
“Do you think it’s easy for people to change paths?” Casting One could foresee the devastating catastrophe Wang Tian’s actions will have on swords cultivators throughout the Myriad Emperor World.
“I don’t care,” replied Sword One. “The world is changing, so you guys should change to adapt. Otherwise, prepared to be eliminated by the time.”
Casting One gritted his teeth before looking at Wang Tian with terrible killing intent. Then, he gazed at Ji Lanfang with the same eyes but felt another person on his level gazing at him. He understood this foreigner came with an Insurgent to protect him.
He snorted coldly before disappearing; he needed to manage the situation to ensure their sect’s foundation was not destroyed.