Chapter 2

"Your path ends here!"

Ling Dao's relentless slaughter had already alarmed the higher-ups of the Zhenwei Holy Land. This supreme expert, Zhen Wuji, was the Grand Elder of the Zhenwei Holy Land, residing in the Ninth Heaven. Although Ling Dao was a genius in swordsmanship, he was still too young.

If given enough time to grow, perhaps even Zhen Wuji would not be his match. However, the current Ling Dao was not even in Zhen Wuji's eyes. His previous actions had already enraged the higher-ups of the Zhenwei Holy Land, which is why Zhen Wuji had personally come.

"You are indeed strong, but since I dared to intrude on the Zhenwei Holy Land, I never intended to return alive!"

Zhen Wuji's realm was absolutely much higher than Ling Dao's, a fact that both Zhen Wuji and Ling Dao were well aware of. However, Ling Dao was not only unafraid but also filled with fighting spirit. His black hair danced wildly, and the sword in his hand hummed excitedly.

"Clang, Clang!"

The long sword danced, and millions of sword auras instantly flooded the area. In an instant, Ling Dao had thrust out hundreds of thousands of sword strikes. The dense sword light seemed to form a silver moon, illuminating the entire battlefield.

His eyes were incredibly profound, and at this moment, he had entered a mysterious realm. In front of him, there was nothing but the sword in his hand. Each of his sword strikes was exquisitely crafted, appearing simple yet incredibly complex, a contradiction.

"This boy has such high swordsmanship talent!"

As the Grand Elder of the Zhenwei Holy Land, Zhen Wuji had seen many geniuses. However, such high swordsmanship talent was extremely rare. Unfortunately, Ling Dao was his enemy, and high talent was not a good thing.

"Your sword is too weak to injure this Elder!"

Zhen Wuji's purple hair swayed as he slowly raised his right hand and suddenly clamped Ling Dao's long sword between his index and middle fingers. Ling Dao's sword speed was extremely fast, but due to the realm gap, it was nothing before Zhen Wuji.

With just his index and middle fingers, he firmly clamped Ling Dao's long sword. No matter how Ling Dao swung his sword, he could not escape Zhen Wuji's two fingers. The realm gap between them was too large, and they were not on the same level.

"Break the sword!"

Zhen Wuji coldly spat out two words, and immediately, Ling Dao's long sword emitted a mournful cry and broke into two pieces. Zhen Wuji carelessly threw away the broken sword tip, leaving Ling Dao holding a broken sword.

"Your sword is broken; what will you use to fight this Elder?"

In the face of absolute power, so-called swordsmanship talent was useless. It was not difficult for Zhen Wuji to kill Ling Dao. However, before killing Ling Dao, he had more important matters to attend to.

"I still have a broken sword, and I can still wield it!"

"Lingxiao Three Stances!"

Even with a broken sword, Ling Dao still performed the Ling family's sword techniques. The broken sword lacked a tip, but the blade could still kill. The Lingxiao Three Stances were executed with great proficiency, and as soon as the three stances were unleashed, Ling Dao's aura changed.

The sword was broken, but Ling Dao's combat power did not weaken; instead, it increased. A cold, murderous intent flashed in Zhen Wuji's eyes. Such a swordsmanship genius must be eliminated, or he would surely bring greater disaster to the Zhenwei Holy Land.

"Is this a petty trick, daring to show off?"

This time, Zhen Wuji extended his right hand and suddenly grabbed Ling Dao's broken sword. No matter what sword techniques Ling Dao used, they were useless before him. He firmly held the sword and then laughed.

"If your sword shatters, what can you do?"

"Crack, crack"

The broken sword turned into fragments, even the hilt. Ling Dao no longer had a sword in his hand. Zhen Wuji watched Ling Dao calmly, wanting to see how he would cope.

"Unfortunately, I have not yet reached the level of no sword in hand but sword in heart. It seems I have no choice but to fight to the death!"

Even without a sword, Ling Dao would not give in. He still had his hands. Without a word, he swung both fists at Zhen Wuji. Using a sword, he was not Zhen Wuji's match, and now he was even less so.

In the next moment, Zhen Wuji grabbed Ling Dao's hands. A sword could not injure him, let alone Ling Dao's fists. Ling Dao pursed his lips, realizing that he could not escape death today. However, he had already killed so many Zhenwei Holy Land experts, so it was worth it!

"Hand over the Primal Extermination Technique, and this Elder will spare your life. Otherwise, I will make you suffer worse than death!"

The Zhenwei Holy Land had targeted Ling Dao multiple times because he had obtained the Primal Extermination Technique. However, only Ling Dao knew that the Primal Extermination Technique could not be cultivated. The technique was in his mind, but he could only see the five ancient characters "Primal Extermination Technique," with the rest of the content blank.

"Kill me if you want, but don't waste words. If you want the technique, forget it!"

Ling Dao was quite straightforward. Before coming to the Zhenwei Holy Land, he had already prepared for death. After all, with his current strength, it was impossible to sweep through the entire Zhenwei Holy Land.

"There's no need to waste words with him; leave it to me!"

Just as Zhen Wuji was about to take action, a stern voice echoed in his mind. Zhen Wuji nodded, glared at Ling Dao fiercely, and then left. As Ling Dao was puzzled, a grand voice sounded.

"Ling Dao, you have committed a heinous crime, and even death cannot atone for it! Today, I will seal you under the Divine Sword Mountain for five thousand years!"

Immediately, Ling Dao felt the scene change, and he appeared in a desolate mountain. Soon, it turned dark, and Ling Dao looked up to see an enormous divine sword descending.

The divine sword pierced the heavens and earth, stretching for ten thousand feet, and quickly transformed into a mountain. Ling Dao felt a force trapping him, making him unable to move. Soon, the Divine Sword Mountain fell, firmly pressing him under the mountain.

"The Divine Sword Mountain will emit countless sword auras, eroding your flesh. Sealed under the Divine Sword Mountain, you will suffer greatly, worse than death. As long as you do not hand over the Primal Extermination Technique, you will remain under the Divine Sword Mountain!"

Ling Dao also felt the sword auras penetrating his flesh. As more and more sword auras entered, cold sweat appeared on his forehead. His body felt as if it were being continuously cut, and the intense pain made Ling Dao frown.

"Want me to hand over the Primal Extermination Technique? Dream on! Even if it's fifty thousand years, I won't give it!"

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