541 With the Snap of a Finger, the Powerful Enemy is Wiped Out by a Flying Sword of Ash

In normal times, no matter how proud and arrogant Tang Thirty-Six was, hewould not utter such obscene words towards this old Daoist nun, because thisold Daoist nun's status was truly too high. Even the Tang Old Master might nottreat her with any respect, but he would at least feel some fear. However, TangThirty-Six had still chosen without hesitation to curse at her because hewished to deliberately enrage the old Daoist nun and divide her attention;because he was currently very angry and afraid, but so angry that he hadforgotten his fear; and because Xuanyuan Po had exceeded everyone'sexpectations and raised up the sword in his hand. This bear youth who was so bursting with energy that he needed six meals aday, who hit trees nonstop every single day, had his own way of fighting. Hewas the bravest of the entire Orthodox Academy and his way of fighting wasdifferent from Chen Changsheng and the rest: he did not think. After beinghumiliated, he wished to fight to expunge this stain, even if he had to pay hislife for it. But how could his sword strike the old Daoist nun? How could he obtain victoryover her? Based on the standards of human cultivation, Xuanyuan Po was alreadyat Ethereal Opening, but it was simply impossible for him to wound the oldDaoist nun. The heavy metal sword was like a weak and pliable willow branch,held aloft in the cold wind coming off the lake, incapable of descending. The old Daoist nun gazed at the sword, seemingly recognizing its origins,causing her to arch her brows in surprise. However, she had no intentions ofshowing mercy. That cold aura of silent extinction instantly seized control ofXuanyuan Po's body and sea of consciousness. In the next moment, like afrenzied wave, she would tear him into a fine dust. As long as she willed it,Xuanyuan Po would die. Chen Changsheng, Zhexiu, Su Moyu, and Tang Thirty-Six were like four arrows,shooting over to that side of the winter lake, but even if they staked theirlives on it, they seemed incapable of changing the situation. They seemedcapable only of watching with eyes wide open as Xuanyuan Po died in front ofthem. Was there anyone that could change all of this? Perhaps there was. Chen Changsheng still had one final method. Without any hesitation, heprepared to throw out that life-saving item. Su Moyu was also prepared, Tang Thirty-Six was also prepared. They were all prepared to take out those precious treasures they had kept asfinal reserves in the hopes that they could seize a possibility of survival forXuanyuan Po. It was at this moment that something occurred beyond everyone's imagination. The sword in Xuanyuan Po's hands had been bound up in the cold wind and wasincapable of pressing forward even one inch. In the end, however, it stillcarried a little wind with it, even if it was the gentlest breeze in the world. This gentle breeze was powerless to shatter the stillness of the coldlakeshore, powerless to stir a single strand of the horsetail whisk at theDaoist nun's waist. It couldn't even brush the snow, but it could brush dust. Xuanyuan Po stood amongst ruins, his feet standing where the oven once was.Ash from the oven was spilled all around him. Some of the ash was the leftover cinders from the burning of firewood whilesome of the ash was from the burning of a piece of paper. Previously, Xuanyuan Po had used his sword to prod at some of this paper ash.Now, along with the breeze stirred up by the sword, this ash softly and gentlyfloated up. The lakeshore at night was pitch-black, but the ash faintly revealed a redcolor. As it turned out, sparks had been concealed within this ash. The breeze wafted up the ash, and the sparks glimmered and danced, forming asword in the air. This sword formed of sparks slashed down at the same angle as Xuanyuan Po'ssword, whooshing as it cut forward. Snap! By the lakeshore, the air of the Orthodox Academy seemed to be cut apartby this sword. The old Daoist nun's pupils suddenly constricted and she felt an acute senseof danger. After stepping into the Divine Domain, she very rarely encountered this sortof feeling because there were very few people in the continent that couldthreaten her. What was going on here? Where did that phantasmal sword formed from sparkscome from? Why did she feel danger? Countless thoughts cycled through the old Daoist nun's sea of consciousness atunimaginable speeds like streaks of light as she constantly calculated. But this sword of sparks moved so quickly that before she obtained the resultof her calculations, it had already arrived! The old Daoist nun had no time to think. With a whistle, the horsetail whiskthat had been suspended at her side rose up without any wind and fell in herhands, and then was sent swatting towards that sword of sparks! This horsetail whisk was like one thousand willow branches and ten thousandcatkins, each one soft and pliant, surging forth like a tide! This was an ocean of boundless blue-green, yet utterly lacking in vitality,only containing an aura of silent extinction! She had no idea of who had caused the sudden appearance of this sword ofsparks, but she felt an acute sense of danger, so she used her own Divine DaoTechnique! The horsetail whisk carried along countless tides imbued with the aura ofsilent extinction and swatted towards the sword of sparks. Compared to that frenzied tide that spanned across the world, the phantasmalsword formed from gentle sparks seemed all the more tiny, all the more fragile.How could it block this tide? The sword of sparks was in front of Xuanyuan Po,so if it was annihilated, Xuanyuan Po's body and soul would inevitably beengulfed as well. Yet when this tiny and fragile sword of sparks clashed with the ten thousandsurging tides stirred up by the horsetail whisk, not only was it notextinguished, it instantly began to violently blaze! The Orthodox Academy wasinstantly bathed in absolute red. The trees, near and far, all seemed to be setablaze! The sword, borrowing the strength of the fire, began to flaunt itself,transforming into a sword of fire around seven feet long that exuded anincredibly powerful Qi towards the night sky. Violent tides like mountains? Cut it down! Silent extinction like the ocean?Cut it down! Cut apart all things! With a boom, the sword of fire cut through the ten thousand surging tides.Bringing with it innumerable strands of horsetail whisk, it slashed at the oldDaoist nun! A shocked expression suddenly appeared on the old Daoist nun's face. With ashriek of terror, she fiercely retreated. The section of academy wall that had noiselessly collapsed now completelyexploded in the face of her violent retreat. The night sky resounded with the sounds of tearing space. The enormous blazingsword continued to cut towards the Daoist nun as she fell back. Those innumerable strands of the horsetail whisk that had been severed alldanced in the darkness. The restaurants and houses beyond the Orthodox Academy's wall collapsed with aboom. The old Daoist nun retreated several hundred zhang and only when shereached the banks of the Luo River was she finally able to stand firm. The towering tides brought about by her horsetail whisk had all been beatendown. Countless great waves broke out over the Luo River, white waves heavingup and down! The old Daoist nun stared at that sword of fire which had pursued and cut downat her, her face filled with incredulity. She shrilly yelled, "Burning HeavenThird Move!" Only now did she finally recognize the origins of this sword! The fragile and tiny phantasmal sword of sparks formed from the ashes in thekitchen had ignited when confronting the wind and exploded with an unimaginablemight. Her horsetail whisk, her aura of silent extinction, her endless blue-greensea, had filled up the world, yet it was no match for this sword. But why? Because a single spark of fire could burn a plain to ash and it could alsoburn the heavens! Naturally, this sword was precisely Su Li's Third Move of Burning Heaven! As she uttered this cry, the Burning Heaven Sword reached the banks of the LuoRiver. The dark Luo River no longer possessed its usual calm. The snowflakes fallingfrom the sky were instantly vaporized into countless puffs of steam by thissword intent. In the heavy mist came once more a world-shaking boom as well as the mournfuland astonished cry of the old Daoist nun. The mist suddenly dispersed, the dust fell, and three li of the dikes liningthe Luo River had already collapsed. Holding the horsetail whisk, the old Daoist nun stood in the shallow waterunder the dike. Her right sleeve had been completely shredded away, revealedher skin that was as white as jade. Her black hair was in complete disorder andher body was covered in gravel. The horsetail whisk consisted only of thehandle and a few strands, leaving it in an exceptionally sorry state, just likeher. ……