Chapter 81

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"I can now instantly kill the Black Ape King with my full strength, how could it be so easily neutralized? What level of technique is that surging black river?"

Chen Xi tightly stared at the black river roaring between the Kunpeng King's palms. Though the river was only two feet long, it gave an overwhelming and endless feeling, which was incredibly astonishing.

"Die!"

Chen Xi refused to believe it and swung his sword again. Swift wind, slanting breeze, fierce wind, raging storm, long wind breaking the waves, and hurricane shattering the sky—the six sword techniques of the Great Derivation Wind Sword were executed to their utmost. He was confident that such an attack would be more than enough to kill the Thunder Eagle King face-to-face.

However—

It was still futile!

That black river seemed like a bottomless pit that could dissolve everything. No matter how fierce and terrifying Chen Xi's sword intent was, once it was washed by the river, all the power would dissipate without a trace.

"This won't do. If this continues, even if the Kunpeng King doesn't attack, I will be completely overwhelmed by this black river!" Chen Xi's thoughts raced, and he stopped advancing.

"I told you, you are not my match."

The Kunpeng King smiled leisurely, then a look of disdain appeared on his emaciated face. "You have only grasped a thread of the Dao of Wind, while I, after thousands of years of contemplation, have grasped the Dao of Tides, the complete Dao of Tides! How could you possibly be my match?"

The Dao of Tides? Complete?

Chen Xi's eyes narrowed; he knew the implications.

Any skill is divided into the basic, subtle, and the realm of unity with heaven and earth. Reaching this realm, one can merge with the universe, and every move can harness the power of heaven and earth.

Above the realm of unity with heaven and earth is the Dao Intent realm.

At this realm, one must comprehend the universe and understand the profound Dao. As long as one has good potential and sufficient comprehension, they can grasp their own Dao Intent from all natural things, such as mountains, rivers, earth, flowers, trees, wind, fire, thunder, and lightning. For example, Chen Xi's Dao of Wind and the Kunpeng King's Dao of Tides are both types of Dao Intent.

However, Dao Intents are not all the same. Grasping a thread of Dao Intent is just the beginning, the threshold. If one can comprehend all the subtleties of Dao Intent, then they can be said to have mastered a complete Dao Intent!

Chen Xi's Dao of Wind was only at the threshold.

The Kunpeng King's Dao of Tides was already a complete Dao Intent.

Though both were at the Dao Intent realm, the difference was like the sky and the earth!

"I grasped the Dao of Tides five thousand years ago, and after another five thousand years of contemplation and refinement, I finally completely mastered my own complete Dao of Tides. This Yinming River in my hand is the essence of water refined by the Dao of Tides, allowing me to unleash the full power of the Dao of Tides. Its strength is no less than that of a Tier 1 Earth Rank treasure. Even if I encounter a Yellow Court Realm cultivator, I have the confidence to kill them, let alone you?"

The Kunpeng King spoke confidently, his aura of dominance surging. "Chen Xi, stop struggling and surrender!"

"Want me to surrender? Defeat me first!"

Chen Xi coldly snorted. The eight Xuanming Flying Swords swirling around him suddenly emitted a long howl, transforming into eight dazzling sword lights, crisscrossing and charging towards the Kunpeng King.

"Such a stubborn little guy, let's defeat you first!"

With a sigh, the Kunpeng King suddenly extended his palms forward, then pushed them forcefully, as if trying to topple a mountain.

Rumble!

The black river suddenly transformed into surging waves, instantly engulfing the space within a hundred miles. From a distance, it looked like a vast and black river hanging under the sky. In a blink, it reached Chen Xi from a hundred zhang away.

"Hmm?"

Chen Xi's expression changed. With the appearance of the Yinming River, the Kunpeng King seemed to vanish into thin air. Chen Xi's heart tightened, and he recalled the eight Xuanming Flying Swords.

Whistling winds suddenly arose, like sharp blades. The hurricane was surging, and each gust of wind was as sharp as a sword. In an instant, countless sword blades cut into the oncoming river, the black waves were sliced into tiny droplets, and then turned into mist and disappeared.

However, just as one wave subsided, another terrifying black river surged from the distance, with even more powerful and overwhelming waves.

"Kill!"

Chen Xi did not hesitate, controlling the hurricane. The eight Xuanming Flying Swords, like eight roaring wind dragons, charged forward.

The Sword Intent of Wind, sharp and versatile, was the breaking of shackles, the breaking of constraints, and freedom!

Kill!

Crush the obstacles in front of you.

Kill!

Shatter the demons on your path.

Kill!

For freedom.

The Yinming River surged like tides, endless and boundless, each wave more powerful and terrifying than the last. Chen Xi, relying on the eight Xuanming Flying Swords and the Sword Intent of Wind, slaughtered wildly, like a cliff of hard stone, unyielding to the surging tides, breaking them with myriad swords!

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...

The hurricane, like a sword, shattered the tides into countless droplets, but could no longer completely erase them.

"Relying on the eight Xuanming Flying Swords is not enough." Chen Xi's eyes were calm as ice, a fierce light flashing in them. His right hand, holding the Gengjin Sword Bamboo, swirled with countless lightning sparks, and the sword light, condensed from mystic ice, fiercely cut through the black waves surging from all directions, his momentum rising continuously!

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On a small hill ten miles away from the Howling Moon Ridge, the Green-robed White-haired Xuanjing Old Turtle King and the Green-robed Peach-eyed Qingqiu Fox King stood.

Both of their gazes were fixed on the black river under the sky and the young man surrounded by the river's waves.

"Pity!" The old turtle king sighed.

"Pity what?" The Qingqiu Fox King was puzzled.

"You don't understand." The old turtle king sighed. "Regardless of other things, look at this little guy. His divine soul is extremely powerful, and he can easily control eight Tier 1 Earth Rank flying swords. His comprehension is also astonishing, and his martial arts cultivation has reached the Dao Intent realm, specifically the Dao of Wind, which is the most difficult to comprehend. But he hasn't yet understood the terrifying nature of the Dao of Tides."

"The tides rise and fall, each wave more powerful than the last. At their peak, they can easily shatter a towering mountain. With his current strength, his situation will only become more dangerous."

"If... given more time, with his comprehension, he could completely master the Dao of Wind. Although his cultivation might not match the Kunpeng's, he could still remain invincible. Pity, pity."

The old turtle king shook his head and sighed.

"What's the pity? If he's about to die, we can just help him. Didn't you have something to ask him? If we save him, he will surely be grateful and repay us." The Qingqiu Fox King was relaxed, laughing lightly.

"You don't understand." The old turtle king shook his head again, thinking to himself, "Dragged to the depths of the abyss, one becomes a dragon. If we help him, what kind of transformation would it be?"

"Kill!"

The eight Xuanming Flying Swords moved in all directions, Chen Xi, holding the Gengjin Sword Bamboo, advanced step by step, shattering wave after wave of black tides into mist, which then disappeared.

"The power is getting stronger, and I am becoming more exhausted." Chen Xi was extremely anxious. "Moreover, my true essence is being consumed bit by bit. If this continues, my situation will become extremely dire."

Rush, rush, rush!

Another wave of black tides surged, more powerful and fierce than before, with a faint metallic edge.

Bang! Bang! Bang!...

After shattering a wave of tides with the Gengjin Sword Bamboo, Chen Xi saw that it could not be completely destroyed. He immediately clenched his left fist and unleashed a series of Great Collapse Punches.

The fist light was substantial, containing Chen Xi's innate full-body strength and a trace of mysterious witch power, roaring and completely shattering the tides into droplets, which then dissipated.

"Kill!"

Surrounded by the Yinming River's tides from all directions, Chen Xi could only fight with all his might.

"We're losing." The Qingqiu Fox King said leisurely. "Even his innate full-body strength is being used, clearly a last-ditch effort. Should we save him?"

The old turtle king shook his head. "Not yet, wait a bit longer. He can still hold on for a while."

"Wait longer?" The Qingqiu Fox King was surprised. "If we wait, even if we save him, he will likely suffer severe injuries, becoming a cripple for life."

"Wait." The old turtle king insisted, his eyes fixed on Chen Xi, seemingly expecting something.

Snap!

Another moment passed. As Chen Xi fought with all his might, a black tide surged like a giant hammer, smashing into his body, sending him flying dozens of zhang away, a trace of fresh blood appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Kill!"

Chen Xi, with disheveled hair, ignored the blood flowing from the corner of his lips. As soon as he fell, he immediately leaped up, the Gengjin Sword Bamboo in his hand charging towards another wave of black tides.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

His body was extremely fatigued, and his true essence was almost depleted. However, in Chen Xi's eyes, a fierce flame burned, a flame of defiance, stubbornness, and determination!

Another moment passed.

Chen Xi's expression was blank, as if he had fallen into a trance. His gaze was dull, and if not for the eight Xuanming Flying Swords swirling around him and the Gengjin Sword Bamboo in his hand, he would look like a soulless puppet.

Countless scenes flashed through Chen Xi's mind, fleeting yet clear.

The impoverished life in his youth, his mother's disappearance, his father's departure, the annulled marriage, endless humiliation and ridicule, his grandfather's sorrowful and dejected eyes...

Countless scenes intertwined, forming a large hand, tightly gripping his throat.

He felt suffocated, a strong sense of suffocation filling his body, like a small insect trapped in a spider's web, unable to struggle, only waiting to die.

Why?

Why?

He screamed in a hoarse voice, roaring in anger and frustration.

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