Starforce Warriors-Chapter 468: God Slaying

Chiyo Tsukio was supremely confident in his abilities. If a Saint didn’t interfere, he considered himself invincible within the Dao Union Realm. Moreover, he had mastered the essence of the Flying Blade Stream, a technique passed down by the Saints. He could even hold his ground against a Divine Realm opponent for some time so long as no divine abilities were unleashed.

He swung his blade, still sheathed, in a powerful arc. His technique was sharp and ferocious, as though it could cleave the entire building in two.

Li Xiaofei remained composed, his expression calm. He raised his hand, shaping it like a blade, and struck back in kind.

Bang!

The hand blade collided with the sheathed sword and energy erupted from the impact.

Chiyo Tsukio’s body trembled as he was nearly forced to take a step back. Only by forcefully channeling his inner qi did he manage to stabilize himself.

A flicker of surprise passed through Chiyo Tsukio’s eyes as he reevaluated the young man standing before him. Around them, both the Jiepeng ronin and the Great Xia martial artists watched in shock and amazement.

No one had expected the young man to hold his own against a disciple of a Saint. What’s more, he had clearly gained the upper hand using only his hand as a blade.

"Who would’ve thought," Chiyo Tsukio sneered, his expression now alight with excitement. "that there could be someone like you among the lowly Great Xia scum."

His voice grew cold, his tone laced with malice. "Excellent. Killing a skilled opponent like you will only further prove the might of Jiepeng martial arts. This time, I won’t give you any chance."

His thumb flicked against the sword guard, loosening the blade from its sheath.

Clang!

A crimson blade light emerged an inch from the mouth of the red scabbard. In an instant, the lobby was enveloped in a suffocating aura of blade energy. The red glow from the blade painted the air itself in the color of blood. The sharp intent radiating from the weapon formed a deadly domain around Chiyo Tsukio, a space where nothing could exist unharmed.

Dust, air, stray hairs; anything that entered the area was shredded by the blade's aura.

"This blade is called Chixia," Chiyo Tsukio said, holding the partially drawn sword horizontally across his chest, his voice calm yet cutting. "I claimed it after exterminating the Chixia Sect of Great Xia; all one hundred and thirty-six lives, including their sect leader, Zhang Chixia. This is a treasured weapon, and once it is drawn, it must taste blood. It does not return to its sheath without taking a life."

His lips curled into a faint smile. "In recognition of your ability to withstand one strike from me, I’ll allow you the honor of making the first move. Draw your weapon, and make your last attack."

The oppressive aura spread outward. Every Great Xia citizen in the lobby felt an instinctive chill, their hearts filled with unease and fear. In this era, the unchecked atrocities committed by the Jiepeng people in Haijing City had inflicted deep psychological scars on many of them. The massacre of the Chixia Sect was particularly infamous.

Once a prominent sect in Haijing City with a century of history, it had been utterly annihilated by Chiyo Tsukio alone. The event had shaken the entire city and remained an unhealed wound, a symbol of humiliation for the sects of Great Xia.

Opposite him, Li Xiaofei’s lips curled into a faint smirk.

An attempt to break my spirit?

He calmly reversed his grip, and in his hand appeared a crescent-shaped blade, as radiant as the moon.

"This blade is called Moon Splitting Blade," Li Xiaofei said nonchalantly, holding the crescent blade aloft. "I acquired it after decapitating Tsukiha Meiryū, one of Jiepeng's so-called elites. It’s a broken and barely serviceable blade. Oh, right," He added with a smirk, "before killing that Jiepeng dog, I also took care of two hundred and sixty others under the command of San Ten. Oh, and while I was at it, I killed a cyborg named Nathan Thomas and some Western woman cosplaying as a not-so-successful Greek goddess."

His casual words landed like thunder in the room, shattering the tense, oppressive atmosphere. Suddenly, the mood in the lobby lightened, as though a weight had been lifted.

Clang.

The crescent blade slid from its sheath. Instantly, the blade radiated an ethereal glow, like moonlight cascading across a stormy night. Electricity seemed to crackle in the air.

"The Moon Splitting Blade?" Chiyo Tsukio exclaimed, his eyes narrowing as he recognized the weapon. "You killed Meiryū, my junior brother?"

Tsukiha Meiryū, the son of their master, may not have been as talented or powerful as Chiyo Tsukio, but he was still of their master’s bloodline. To think this young man had taken his life.

"I will make you suffer the most excruciating death using the Flying Blade Stream's ultimate technique," Chiyo Tsukio snarled, his rage boiling over.

His thumb flicked against his sword guard.

"Flying Chaos Slash!"

The Chixia Blade leapt from its sheath like a streak of blood-red lightning. Chiyo Tsukio caught the blade and swung down. Blade light erupted, surging like a torrential sea of blood and hellfire, crashing forward with a seemingly unstoppable force.

Li Xiaofei remained calm, stepping forward with measured precision. He casually swung the crescent blade in return. His blade light was subtle, as fleeting as a white shadow darting through the void. The silver gleam sliced through the bloody sea and was gone in a blink.

Clang.

The Moon Splitting Blade returned to its sheath. Li Xiaofei stood tall, his posture relaxed and composed. Huang Fulai and the others, still trying to process what had just transpired, stared in shock.

The blood-red blade light, as vast and overwhelming as a sea of hellfire, had completely engulfed Li Xiaofei. Just as they were about to cry out in alarm... they saw it.

The blade light, rather than tearing Li Xiaofei apart, blossomed like illusory fireworks around him, dissipating harmlessly into the air. On the other side of the room, Chiyo Tsukio remained frozen with his blade extended. He didn’t move.

"Jiepeng dog, how could you ever hope to wield a treasure of Great Xia?"

Li Xiaofei’s voice was calm as he stepped forward and gently plucked the Chixia Blade from Chiyo Tsukio's hand. He also took the crimson scabbard, holding the blade and sheath together. The weapon was a heavy blood-red ox-horn katana.

Its blade gleamed with a crimson radiance that seemed to flow like liquid light. At a glance, it resembled the most beautiful sunset glow stretching across the evening sky.

Clang.

The long blade returned to its sheath.

Li Xiaofei held up the Moon Splitting Blade briefly, its crescent glow catching the light, and said, "But your Jiepeng blades, in the hands of Great Xia warriors, can be wielded with absolute control and ease. That is why you lost."

A thin red line slowly appeared on Chiyo Tsukio’s neck. He clutched at his throat with both hands.

"You... earlier... What blade technique was that?" He struggled to ask.

His Flying Chaos Slash was the pinnacle of his martial prowess. Even a Divine Realm expert would hesitate to face it head-on. Yet Li Xiaofei had dismantled it so effortlessly that it defied his comprehension.

"A blade technique from Great Xia," Li Xiaofei replied calmly. "The move is called A Journey Begins, just an entry-level technique from a third-rate academy in Great Xia."

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"This... can’t... be..." Chiyo Tsukio’s eyes widened in disbelief as his body slowly fell to the ground.

Li Xiaofei turned his gaze toward the remaining Jiepeng ronin. Once arrogant and menacing, they now trembled with fear, unable to muster even the courage to meet his eyes.

"You’ve won." One of the Jiepeng ronin, gritting his teeth, stepped forward and bowed deeply. "By the honor of a warrior, we acknowledge your victory. We only ask for permission to retrieve the bodies of Lord Chiyo and Lord Yagyu so their souls may find peace."

Li Xiaofei smiled faintly.

"Jiepeng dogs do not deserve peace."

He pressed his hand against the hilt of the Chixia Blade. The blade leapt eagerly from its scabbard, emitting a brilliant crimson flash. The red glow streaked through the air like lightning.

Shhh-thunk-thunk-thunk.

Inside and outside the hotel lobby, the heads of the Jiepeng warriors rolled cleanly from their bodies, as if harvested by an invisible scythe. Necks spouted crimson fountains of blood, creating a scene reminiscent of a midday fireworks display, dazzling in its grim artistry.

Clang!

When the Chixia Blade returned to its sheath, not a single Jiepeng warrior remained alive. Their lifeless bodies collapsed to the ground in unison.

To the Great Xia citizens witnessing this, the sight was anything but terrifying. Instead, it was a breathtakingly beautiful moment, one that filled their hearts with unprecedented satisfaction and relief.

To martial artists like Huang Fulai and the others, the Chixia Blade in Li Xiaofei's hand seemed to come alive, radiating an inexplicable yet palpable sense of joy as if it had found its true master.

The young man stood tall amidst the blood strewn scene, his waist adorned with twin blades. He looked like an incarnation of a god of death. In that moment, Hua Wuying couldn’t help but feel her blood boil with fervor.

The four young girls standing nearby, their eyes wide with awe, unconsciously took a few steps back, gazing at Li Xiaofei with a mixture of reverence and fear.

In the silent lobby, only one person remained alive, but he was consumed by terror and on the brink of collapse.