That was the ultimate weapon of the Kuang Gate, infallible in every situation, possessing the power to contend even against those at the seventh level of the World Realm.
The Spear of Raging Fury—this was the pride of the Kuang Gate.
The Spear of Raging Fury—this was the glory of the Kuang Gate people.
Countless strands of belief had gathered upon the Kuang Gate’s ultimate weapon, the Spear of Raging Fury.
Every strike of the Spear of Raging Fury had brought impressive results.
But now, the Spear of Raging Fury had been violently shattered, cleaved apart by a single sword strike from Lu Yuan. The blow to the confidence of the Kuang Gate adherents was unimaginable; it felt as though their pride and glory had been utterly pulverized in that instant the spear broke.
Many from the Kuang Gate ceased wielding their long sabers and spears.
How could this be!
Why?
This was the Spear of Raging Fury, their ultimate weapon, named as such for a reason. Just who was this prodigy, this anomaly named Lu Yuan, that he could achieve such a feat?
The people of the Jian Gate were equally aghast.
The Spear of Raging Fury!
There was a saying: perhaps the one who understands you best is not yourself, but your enemy.
The Jian Gate had experienced the might of the Spear of Raging Fury countless times. Each encounter had been profoundly shocking. It could be said that the Jian Gate’s understanding of the Spear of Raging Fury’s power surpassed even that of the Kuang Gate itself. The masters of the Jian Gate, across all generations, had conceived numerous methods to counter the Spear of Raging Fury, yet every single approach had failed.
Yes, it had been impossible.
For the Jian Gate, the Spear of Raging Fury had always been a lingering shadow.
But now, the Spear of Raging Fury had been utterly broken by Lu Yuan.
And it was broken with such seeming simplicity. Just when everyone anticipated Lu Yuan would fall beneath the spear’s assault, Lu Yuan struck with one sword, cleaving the fury itself apart.
How was this accomplished?
Something generations of the Jian Gate could not achieve, Lu Yuan had forcefully realized. This!
Of course, regardless of the method, a wave of intense pride surged through every member of the Jian Gate, from the highest to the lowest. See that? That is the foremost expert of our Jian Gate, Lu Yuan, who single-handedly, with a single sword, crushed your Spear of Raging Fury, splitting your ultimate weapon in two.
What is true dominance? This is dominance.
What of a sect’s ultimate weapon? Sliced in two by a single sword!
The people of the Kuang Gate and the Jian Gate were both shaken to the core, because the casual shattering of the Kuang Gate’s ultimate weapon, the Spear of Raging Fury, was too incredible to comprehend.
After breaking the Spear of Raging Fury, Lu Yuan turned his gaze to Zhan Yijue. Zhan Yijue was feeling terrible; his Raging Fury Qi had been entirely siphoned away. Since the Kuang Gate relied on Raging Fury Qi to unleash their combat power, Zhan Yijue’s strength was greatly diminished.
Lu Yuan looked at Zhan Yijue and spoke: “You mocked my Seven Emotions Deficiency, sending Zhan Kuangtie to relentlessly pursue me, chasing me across heaven and earth, nearly costing me my life. Zhan Kuangtie told me you wanted him to bring back my sword to show you. Now Zhan Kuangtie is dead, and I have brought my sword to show you. Zhan Kuangtie died taking my Sword One; you shall also take Sword One, so that both you and your fellow disciple meet death by the same technique.” Sword One: Splendor Flashes Before the Eyes, Opening a Season.
Amidst the splendor, Zhan Yijue witnessed the great flourishing of the Kuang Gate—a prosperity achieved after wiping out the Jian Gate. Moreover, the Kuang Gate had even participated in the competition among all sects of the Central Heavenly Dynasty, securing a spot in the top ten, receiving bounties from the Civilized Essence, and earning the chance to enter a realm of supreme honor.
Zhan Yijue’s greatest aspiration in life was the grand prosperity of the Kuang Gate.
Seeing the Kuang Gate achieve such a peak, he could not help but feel elated.
No, this is false!
Zhan Yijue brought forth his long spear and thrust toward the void, executing the Pangu Spear Technique. The second strike, Shattering Earth and Splitting Ground, was a powerful downward attack.
The third strike, Startling Spirit Absolute, was a move that invoked true spirituality.
The fourth strike, Heaven and Earth Strike! This was a spear thrust intended to pierce through heaven and earth.
The fifth strike, Primordial Struggle! This transformed a single spear thrust into three, each possessing immeasurable, unparalleled power.
With every spear thrust, the scenery before him was shattered, yet with every strike, more scenes emerged.
This is not illusion! Zhan Yijue was certain this was not a mere phantom art; it was merely an intent, the intent of all flourishing fading away.
Zhan Yijue battled against the sword light within the splendor, but the more he fought, the more he grasped the terrifying nature of this single sword technique.
When Lu Yuan executed Sword One: Splendor Flashes Before the Eyes, Opening a Season forty-nine times, Zhan Yijue finally could not endure it, and on the fiftieth repetition, the sword light finally reached its denouement.
This technique, Sword One: Splendor Flashes Before the Eyes, Opening a Season—Lu Yuan was now modifying it, gradually shaping the technique to display the very splendor his opponent most desired to see, before striking with Splendor Flashes Before the Eyes, Opening a Season.
The sword light was pure and chilling, passing against the cold.
Blood erupted to the heavens, corpses fell to the ground.
The Master of the Kuang Gate, Zhan Yijue, finally fell beneath Lu Yuan’s sword. He finally understood why Zhan Kuangtie had lost; under such sword light, survival was nearly impossible. Indeed, he was worthy of being called the marvelous man who used twenty consecutive teleportations before unleashing the sword technique Sword Light Lining the Sky. A pity! Zhan Yijue collapsed heavily, while Lu Yuan calmly wiped his blade, which was stained with blood.
Lu Yuan flipped his sword, wasting no further hesitation. The comprehensive counterattack of the Jian Gate had begun. The rest of the Jian Gate members had also been invigorated; yes, the tide of battle had completely turned, and this was the moment for the counteroffensive. Jian Xiong let out a long laugh: The counterattack begins! Dongye Supreme also laughed heartily. Baili Bing, though severely injured, was unable to fight back, yet a smile bloomed on her delicate features. Taishi Kong was also wounded throughout his body, but he gritted his teeth to endure. His disciple Lu Yuan was proving so formidable; if he, the master, didn't show some strength, he would lose face. Zhuge Zhi, after a few coughing fits, also plunged back into the fray.
At this moment, Wang Chaoxiong, one of the Twin Kings, attempted to flee. His power was roughly on par with Sword Extinction Ancestor, but with the overall situation reversed, escape was his only thought. Sword Extinction Ancestor sneered: "Hey, just now you told me to look out for myself and not worry about saving others. Now you can't escape even if you try, and you can’t save yourself either." Wang Chaoxiong’s strength was not inferior to Sword Extinction Ancestor’s, but now he knew a direct confrontation was futile; yet, he could not shake off the ancestor.
Great experts like Jian Ruhai seized the opportunity to strike, slaughtering countless Kuang Gate members.
The people of the Jian Gate rose up in unified counterattack.
And the Kuang Gate members, their morale utterly crushed.
Originally, this was intended to be the battle where the Kuang Gate destroyed the Jian Gate, but now, it had nearly transformed into the battle where the Jian Gate annihilated the Kuang Gate. Most of the Kuang Gate forces were present; they were absolutely certain of victory, never having anticipated defeat. As a result, this situation looked like a total rout, a crushing defeat.
The battle finally ceased.
The conflict between the Kuang Gate and the Jian Gate concluded with the victory of the Jian Gate.
And this news spread rapidly.
For instance, the Copper Civilization, which had been awaiting this outcome, was eager. The Copper Civilization had wanted to commit forces, but they were aware that the Ancient Law Civilization was monitoring the fight, making direct intervention highly unfavorable. Tong Yunshou, fanning himself, felt that victory was certain for the Kuang Gate, as the Son of the Sword was not interfering, and Lu Yuan suffered from the Seven Emotions Deficiency—someone lacking the seven emotions could not possibly break through the bottleneck of the fifth level of the World Realm. Therefore, he waited calmly for the final result.
The place where Tong Yunshou resided was a mountain estate: a house atop the hill, beside it a tree, before it a pond, and below the mountain, a winding river—a scene of unparalleled ease and detachment.
“How did the battle between the Kuang Gate and the Jian Gate conclude?”
Tong Yunshou said this, reasoning that even if Lu Yuan wasn't killed in this fight, he would be reduced to a desperate fugitive, making it much easier to eliminate him later. The dark-clad messenger reporting back stated: "The battle between the Kuang Gate and the Jian Gate has ended with the ultimate victory of the Jian Gate."
“What! How is that possible!” Tong Yunshou, normally perfectly composed, staggered slightly, his fanning hand freezing mid-air: “What happened?” “It is reported that Lu Yuan participated.”
“Lu Yuan participated? Could it be that he reached the fifth level of the World Realm?” Tong Yunshou reacted swiftly.
“Correct,” the messenger confirmed.
“That can’t be right. Even if he reached the fifth level of the World Realm, the Kuang Gate still had the Spear of Raging Fury. How did he deal with it?” Tong Yunshou pressed.
“The Spear of Raging Fury was broken. The precise details are unclear, but it is said Lu Yuan broke it. All our spies within the Kuang Gate were killed, and most of the Jian Gate spies were also lost in the chaos, so there is no confirmed report yet, but the rumor is that Lu Yuan shattered it.”
“This!” Tong Yunshou, who usually accounted for every possibility, was genuinely baffled. The Kuang Gate’s incursion this time was masterfully executed, banking heavily on Lu Yuan’s Seven Emotions Deficiency and the Spear of Raging Fury—it was practically a double guarantee. Under such circumstances, how could the Jian Gate still win? What exactly was going on with this Lu Yuan?
This was the second time Lu Yuan had completely upended Tong Yunshou’s plans.
He needed to thoroughly analyze why this plan had failed, yet even Tong Yunshou, the foremost strategist, couldn't immediately deduce the failure, as the plan seemed flawless from every conceivable angle, complete with dual safeguards.
This Lu Yuan was becoming increasingly troublesome, capable of reversing an entire grand situation through sheer individual power. To reverse the fortunes of two entire sects alone was no small feat.
Lu Yuan must be eliminated swiftly, or the opportunity to crush him would diminish with every passing day.
Tong Yunshou considered the Son of the Sword, who was currently within the Copper Civilization's domain, and a new idea began to form in his mind.
The Desolate Ancient Civilization also received the news very early. Previously, the Desolate Ancient Civilization had not singled out a specific Imperial Son to deal with Lu Yuan, but now, they specifically tasked the third-ranked Imperial Son, the Desolate Emperor’s Son, to handle him. The Desolate Emperor’s Son was currently absorbing Lu Yuan’s entire dossier, every piece of data etched into his mind.
Just then, a report arrived.
“Report! Bad news.”
The Desolate Emperor’s Son’s expression flickered slightly: “Maintain composure whatever the news. Why the haste!” He held a teacup.
“The battle between the Kuang Gate and the Jian Gate: Lu Yuan appeared, reversed the tide, resulting in Jian Gate victory and Kuang Gate collapse,” the messenger stated concisely.
The Desolate Emperor’s Son’s hand moved sharply, nearly dropping the teacup to the floor: “What!”