The Legend of Futian - Chapter 1098

Chapter 1098: One Sword Attack

“…”

The corner of the Sword Saint of Fierce Wind’s mouth twitched when he heard Ye Futian’s words. He wanted very, very badly to just beat him to death, right there and then.

The sword saint had waited for so long and had brought him all the way to King Li’s Palace just to see his sword at work, all while letting the Sword Clan of the Gale have a moment of glory on top of that.

The fights were about to end, and Ye Futian had told the sword saint that none of those who had fought was worthy of him drawing his sword.

“I knew it. He doesn’t dare to make a move and has just been bluffing all this time. I sure as hell don’t know what you’re thinking, father,” Huanxue quipped, feeling furious at Ye Futian’s reply.

Just admit that you’re a coward already, everyone thought. None of the cultivators from the Nine Counties of Dali are worthy of you drawing your sword, you say?

Buls*hit, they thought.

Many eyes turned to look at Ye Futian, and everyone had the urge to beat him up, deeming him to be the epitome of cowardice.

Qin Cang and Zuo Zhengdao were both at the pinnacle of their training, right below the Saint Plane. Even Li Hanxing, of the Ziwei Sword Clan, was a top-notch figure as well.

Just what the hell was wrong with this Seventh Swordsman guy? Not worthy of him drawing his sword, eh?

Many swordsmen from holy lands of the County of Yan turned to look at Ye Futian with condescending eyes, snorting at his boisterous bluff. Even the County King of the County of Yan spoke: “Your way of the sword may be superb, but that doesn’t change the fact that you really are arrogant.”

Seeing how mighty individuals from all over the Nine States of Dali had fought that day, he had to acknowledge how exceptional those of the younger generations were, despite being a very high-level saint himself.

The Sword Saint of Fierce Wind was the one who had brought him there and had had high hopes for him. The County King saw fit to give him respect where it was due, for no reason other than that he was a genius swordsman from the County of Yan.

However, Ye Futian’s conduct had proven somewhat disappointing.

But, then again, he would not have acted in a petty manner with a member of the younger generation.

“As a cultivator of the sword, are you telling me that you won’t even admit that you lack the guts to draw your sword?” Chi Yao of the Crimson Phoenix Sword Clan said plainly. Seeing how he had been dropping big words before, he probably knew that coming out to fight at that moment would have invited insult.

Yan Qingyi, Yan Ziyi and Kai Huang of the Juque Sword Clan all simply glanced at Ye Futian with scornful eyes. However, they said nothing and simply pretended that he did not exist.

As for Li Hanxing, he did not even bother to look at Ye Futian.

Ye Futian saw the reactions of the people around him and reflected that everything had gone as expected. He did not mind what those people were thinking and said plainly, “I said before I came that I was on this trip to King Li’s Palace just to see if anyone among the cultivators of the Nine Counties is worthy of me drawing my sword. I didn’t say that I would definitely fight. As for my strength, have it your way. The path of the sword does not rely on the opinions of others, after all.”

“Whatever,” the Sword Saint of Fierce Wind said frankly. Since Ye Futian had put it that way, he saw no reason to force the young swordsman to fight. But still, he appeared to be rather displeased.

Despite having spent 30 years practicing the sword and having supreme talents, such a personality would have made it near-impossible for him to hang around for long in the Upper Worlds.

He simply had too much ego.

Ye Futian took note of the Sword Saint of Fierce Wind’s expression and thought it all was, indeed, for the best.

After that battle in Lihen Heaven a while ago, when he went through the experience of the Swordmaster of Lihen lending his sword to Ye Wuchen, his mindset had changed somewhat. Despite having a grudge against the regime that was the Dali Dynasty, he did not intend to shift his frustration onto the cultivators of Dali.

A person’s place of birth was something predestined.

After entering Dali, he had personally experienced how different it actually was from what he had imagined.

At the very least, both the Sword Saint of Fierce Wind and the County King of Yan actually seemed to be decent people. Given that he was someone with such an attitude, saints with irritable temperaments would make a move against him.

Saint Ji of the Nine States from way back when was a good example of someone lacking such bearing.

As such, he did not wish to one day in the future do something that would get the Sword Saint of Fierce Wind tangled in his mess.

Qin Cang stood tall on the platform, alone, and no one dared to fight him.

No one else in Liwang City and the Nine States of Dali was able to take him on.

Qin Cang of the County of Shangqin was about to make it to the Upper Worlds, and it would probably be only a matter of time before he ended up achieving great things. He was destined to be someone whose name was heard far and wide.

The futures of Qin Cang, Zuo Zhengdao or Li Hanxing all lay in the Upper Worlds of Dali Dynasty.

King Li swept his eyes over the crowd and said, “If no one else will come out and fight, then this shall be the end of the battles.”

The battles between the Nine States were concluded that day.

Countless could be heard talking for quite a while.

“Thank you all for your hard work,” King Li said with a smile to the County Kings of the Nine Counties and those from the holy lands.

“You, King Li, and the cultivators from the Upper Worlds hosted the event personally. It was not hard for any of us at all,” they said. Many could be seen making gestures of gratitude toward King Li.

King Li nodded with a smile, saying, “The banquet shall continue. Be at ease and enjoy yourselves.”

Many rose at that moment. The lords of holy lands whose students had been chosen brought the selected students and greeted those from the top forces of the Upper Worlds.

They were also getting ready to send those students to the Upper Worlds.

The lord of the Ziwei Sword Clan rose and brought Li Hanxing forward.

“Let’s head there together,” the County King of Yan said with a smile. A number of saints walked in a group toward King Li.

The Sword Saint of Fierce Wind did not join them. The students from the Sword Clan of the Gale had been average in their performances, and he did not see fit to join the fray. He was rather disappointed that Ye Futian had not fought.

However, Ye Futian was seen to stand up and walk down.

He seemed to be following right behind the swordsmen of the County of Yan, which the Sword Saint of Fierce Wind found rather peculiar. What is he up to this time? he thought.

In the corner where King Li could be seen, Princess Li You smiled and said to Lu Chuan, “What do you think about the geniuses of the Lower Worlds of Dali who were in this event, sir?”

“They’re fine,” Lu Chuan said with a nod. He did not hold them in too high of a regard.

While there were a few who had performed rather admirably, he had not observed any supremely powerful figures like he had wished to see.

But, then again, those handful would emerge to become extraordinary cultivators once they were nurtured further in the Upper Worlds.

“What are you doing, following us?” said a voice below the steps. Many turned around and saw quite a number of swordsmen of the County of Yan heading in the direction of the ones from Sword Mountain, led by the County King of Yan. Li Hanxing was among those swordsmen, as well.

However, there was an unusually handsome figure walked behind those swordsmen, seemingly heading in the same direction.

Yan Qingyi’s brow twitched when he saw Ye Futian, and he spoke those words.

“I’m not following you,” Ye Futian replied plainly.

The County King of Yan turned around to look at Ye Futian. Kai Huang of the Juque Sword Clan then made a sarcastic jab: “You didn’t even dare to fight in the recent battles, and now you actually have the gall to come right behind us swordsmen from the County of Yan?”

Ye Futian glanced at him and remained standing where he was. He looked straight ahead and past the swordsmen of the County of Yan at a group of people who stood off to one side, as upright and quiet as if they were all swords.

Those people were from the Sword Mountain of the Upper Worlds.

“My name is Seventh Swordsman. I have heard that the Sword Mountain is the number-one holy land for the sword in the whole of the Dali Dynasty and, as such, I came to ask for a challenge,” Ye Futian said in a full voice, which cut through the space like a sword.

The chatter around them gradually subsided within mere seconds, and, before long, their surroundings were dead silent.

At that moment, countless eyes turned to look in one direction. Ye Futian was seen standing upright like a sword, as if he were the only person worth noticing in all of the heavens and the earth.

Someone from the Lower Worlds had actually skipped the entire event full of battles and had gone up to challenge the swordsmen of Sword Mountain.

The Sword Saint of Fierce Wind stood up far in the distance, speechless after hearing what Ye Futian said.

Did he really think that no cultivators throughout the Nine Counties of Dali were worth him drawing his sword?

So, he had actually gone up to challenge those from Sword Mountain instead?

Someone who had spent 30 years polishing the art of the sword was actually that arrogant?

The faces of the swordsmen of the County of Yan froze, and they looked at Ye Futian with baffled expressions.

Was he actually challenging the Sword Mountain?

“How insolent,” The Sword Saint of Ziwei said. The Seventh Swordsmen, Ye Futian, had not participated in the previous battles and yet had actually stepped up to challenge the students of the Sword Mountain, when his student, Li Hanxing, was about to greet them. What was he trying to pull here?

Even the likes of King Li and Lu Chuan turned their eyes to look at the handsome figure standing alone.

“We did not see you fight in the previous battles. Why have you come to challenge Sword Mountain instead?” said Princess Li You, turning her eyes at Ye Futian. It seemed baffling for someone who had just appeared out of nowhere to challenge the number-one holy land of the sword in the Upper Worlds.

Ye Futian turned to look at Li You calmly and said, “I watched the battles and saw that none of the cultivators of the Nine Counties were worthy of me drawing my sword. Hence, I’d like to try my hand against the Sword Mountain instead.”

“What insolence.” Li You’s expression had changed somewhat. His father was the one who managed all of the Nine Counties of Dali, and who had called all cultivators of the Nine States there to hold this event since the Upper Worlds were recruiting—and yet, Ye Futian claimed that none of the cultivators of Dali were worthy of him drawing his sword.

Lu Chuan looked at Ye Futian with puzzled eyes. Throwing around such words on such an occasion was not an act that the word ‘insolence’ alone could fully describe.

The swordsmen of the County of Yan stopped and stared at that lone figure.

At that moment, an individual stepped forward. It was none other than the strongest swordsman below Saint Plane of the Juque Sword Clan, Kai Huang.

Every step he took was imbued with frightening power as he approached Ye Futian. His Life Spirit burst forth, and a huge sword appeared. Within moments, a terrifying sword will shot toward Ye Futian.

Voom. Kai Huang stepped into the air and heavy swords lined up around him. The raging pressure was transformed into a torrential sword aura.

With a “boom,” the heavy swords streaked ferociously through the air.

Ye Futian looked up at him and quietly stood his ground. Sword will coursed through his body, and the huge swords, which were shooting down at him, stopped all of a sudden before him, as if they had all been blocked by a powerful sword will.

Boom. Kai Huang seized a huge sword and charged straight at his opponent.

Ye Futian waved his hand, and a weighty sword appeared right in front of him, as well. Extremely heavy pressure burst forth. He pushed his hand out and the heavy sword shot forward, clashing with Kai Huang’s.

A low rumble was heard, and Kai Huang charging figure stopped altogether. It seemed as if his sword was suspended as well, feeling the terrifying pressure that bore down on his entire being.

Ye Futian struck the heavy sword, which flew forward. With sharp, piercing noises, Kai Huang’s sword broke down, inch by inch, until Ye Futian’s blade punched right through his defenses and hit his body. Kai Huang was instantly thrown far back, vomiting blood from his mouth.

“The power of your sword is too weak,” Ye Futian said plainly. He had never moved an inch during the fight, and had launched only one single attack with a solitary clap.

‘Too weak,’ had, previously, been his appraisal of Kai Huang.

Crack… At that moment, a towering sword will shot into the air. Lin Ya of the Sword Clan of the Storms brought down a terrifying sword will from the storms above, and it felt as if the air was going to burst.

Electricity crackled about Ye Futian, and a sword of lightning appeared before him.

He took one step forward and charged into the massive bolts of lightning. One sword attack, and his surroundings seemed to split open. The lightning was nowhere to be seen anymore.

Boom…

A rumble was heard, and, the very next moment, lightning crackled all over Lin Ya of the Sword Clan of the Storms. His clothing was all torn, and his face looked burnt.

“You lack explosive power.” Ye Futian’s voice could be heard from midair. That was how he had evaluated Lin Ya before.

Yan Qingyi and Yan Ziyi took one look at each other, and the sisters flashed about, turning into mirages. Sword will filled their surroundings, as if countless specters were lashing out at Ye Futian with boundless power.

Ye Futian’s eyes were as pointed as swords, as he calmly glanced at the two of them.

He stepped forward and instantly disappeared from where he stood. The dazzling flash of a sword was seen in the air as they launched thousands of sword auras.

One sword was all it took to break all of their spells. The swords of both Yan Qingyi and Yan Ziyi were nowhere to be found. The corners of each of their dresses were torn.

They stopped moving and looked down at their torn clothing, their hands shaking.

It had again only taken one attack.

None of the swordsmen of the County of Yan had been able to withstand more than one sword attack!