Divine War Pill Emperor

"Haha, you’ve come alone to die?"

"Fine by me. I’ll just chop you all down, one by one."

Seeing that only Lu Beifeng had stepped forward, Meng Kun sneered contemptuously.

He held a large saber, and the aura around him slowly began to change.

Soon, a soaring killing intent emanated from Meng Kun’s body.

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"Die."

Without another word, Meng Kun moved in an instant.

"Mad Saber Technique."

He roared, his figure moving like lightning as he charged at Lu Beifeng.

Lu Beifeng’s expression was incredibly grave.

He knew he was facing a terrifying opponent. The man was extremely powerful.

His heart was heavy.

He had a sinking feeling that he was no match for his opponent.

But he possessed the spirit to fight to the death.

"Celestial Heart Sword."

"Kill!"

He struck without hesitation. Sword in hand, he himself seemed to become a sharp blade.

He rushed to meet his foe.

As he made his move, the image of Jiang Chen’s swordsmanship and the state of mind it embodied suddenly flashed through Lu Beifeng’s thoughts.

He found himself envying Jiang Chen’s Sword Intent.

But he couldn’t replicate it.

SWISH!

Their Cultivation levels weren’t far apart. The fight would come down to who had more exquisite control over the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi.

And the depth of their understanding of their respective Cultivation Techniques.

"Cleave."

Meng Kun’s saber swept out, carrying with it an endless torrent of light.

Lu Beifeng roared.

"Breaking Sword."

He thrust his sword, and a Sword Aura immediately shot forth from the blade.

Saber and sword met.

BOOM!

With a tremendous crash, the saber’s light and the Sword Aura collided in an instant.

The very space around them trembled.

A violent gale erupted.

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP...

After just the first exchange, Lu Beifeng was instantly at a disadvantage, forced back three miserable steps.

His eyes turned red.

He roared internally, ’I cannot lose. I absolutely cannot lose.’

He knew that if he fell, Zhan Yang and the others would be no match for their opponent.

He was their only hope.

For the moment, he didn’t think of Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen had already helped them enough.

After a fierce exchange,

BOOM!

one of Meng Kun’s strikes sent Lu Beifeng flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

BLECH...

As Lu Beifeng hit the ground, a sharp pain flared in his chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He had lost. Utterly and completely.

"Haha, what a worthless sack of straw. To last this long against me, you’ve already done well."

Lu Beifeng struggled to his feet.

Though he still had the strength to fight, he knew he was no match for Meng Kun. His opponent’s Saber Skill was simply too ferocious.

"Still want to put up a pointless struggle?"

"No one can save you today."

But Lu Beifeng charged forward again.

BOOM!

He was once again sent flying back, his injuries even more severe.

He fought, and he lost. Again and again.

Zhan Yang and the others had turned pale.

They knew Lu Beifeng had given his all, but he just couldn’t win.

Seeing Lu Beifeng struggle to his feet once more, Jiang Chen shook his head.

Suddenly, he spoke.

"A Swordsman must have the spirit of a Swordsman."

"Fierce, and fearless in the face of death."

At that moment, Lu Beifeng whipped his head around to look at Jiang Chen.

Just a moment ago, he had truly felt all hope was lost.

But when he heard Jiang Chen speak, a flicker of hope suddenly ignited in his heart.

A desire.

Because he knew that Jiang Chen’s Sword Dao was the most formidable he had ever witnessed.

Jiang Chen was merely limited by his Cultivation and couldn’t display its full power. Otherwise, Jiang Chen’s Sword Dao would be absolutely unparalleled.

It was a Swordsman’s intuition.

"The sword is the emperor of all weapons."

As Jiang Chen spoke, Lu Beifeng had a sudden awakening.

His eyes gradually lit up, as if he had found the only source of light in the dead of night.

An endless craving filled his heart—a craving for the Sword Dao.

But he had never known where to find it.

Today, Jiang Chen’s words seemed to speak the very essence of the Sword Dao.

The sword... it was an emperor among weapons.

He gazed at his own sword, and slowly, he felt as if he were becoming an emperor, noble and dignified.

An emperor must have an emperor’s ambition, fearless in the face of death, to unite all under heaven.

"Kill!"

He charged out. This time, his injured body felt filled with a limitless power.

It was as if the blood in his veins was boiling, racing wildly.

"With a heart as vast as the heavens, be without fear or dread. There is only death, not survival."

The Sword Dao was about abandoning life, possessing the resolve to die.

Only with the determination to face certain death could one comprehend the Sword Dao.

Slowly, Lu Beifeng was reaching enlightenment.

He finally understood why Jiang Chen’s sword was so fast—because Jiang Chen’s was a Sword Dao that cast aside life and death.

He had wanted to ask Jiang Chen to teach him the Sword Dao before but couldn’t bring himself to ask. Now, Jiang Chen was teaching him of his own accord.

Here and now, only he understood, because he was a Swordsman.

He abandoned all hope of survival, casting aside thoughts of life and death.

He also understood that today was his chance to truly grasp the essence of the Sword Dao.

Jiang Chen was giving him an opportunity.

’The sword... My sword is like an emperor.’

’My sword is like an abyss, beheading foes and exterminating villains.’

He charged out, achieving Human-Sword Unity.

A faint Sword Intent erupted from Lu Beifeng’s body.

Although it was just a small moment of enlightenment, it gave him endless guidance, setting him on a wide, open road.

"Kill."

His sword changed. It became sharper, more piercing.

It became like an emperor descending upon the world.

Disdaining all rules and order.

"Only attack, never defend."

"Hear the Dao in the morning, and you may die content in the evening."

Jiang Chen’s voice didn’t stop, like a senior expert guiding a junior.

But every sentence held the true essence and mysteries of the Sword Dao.

Simple, yet not simple at all.

As Lu Beifeng charged out, the light in his eyes grew ever more fervent.

He had another realization: Jiang Chen’s sword manifested the state of the Sword Dao precisely because it was all offense and no defense.

A single spark of insight can set the world ablaze.

The Sword Dao is only attack, no defense.

’That’s right, this is it.’

’I must cast aside life and death. If I don’t die, then I live.’ 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

’Even in death, I must find life in a desperate situation.’

’Jiang Chen... he is my guide, my first master.’

He pressed forward relentlessly, abandoning all defense as he began his assault.

SWOOSH!

Meng Kun only reacted after his initial shock.

He didn’t understand the Sword Dao, but he saw that after Jiang Chen had spoken, the Lu Beifeng he had just defeated was now charging back at him.

And he was fiercer and sharper than before.

An imposing aura even erupted from Lu Beifeng’s body.

At this moment, Lu Beifeng was like a king.

He actually inspired awe and fear.

’Damn it, what’s going on?’

’I feel a strong sense of threat.’

His expression changed drastically, and he grew furious from shame.

He was actually afraid. He was enraged that his opponent had frightened him.

"Kill!"

Lu Beifeng’s eyes were filled with madness, a recklessness that completely disregarded his own life.

He seemed to be burning his own life force.

Trying to transform himself into the Sword Dao.

In this world, there was nothing that could block his sword, nothing that could halt his forward steps.

SHING SHING SHING...

His sword’s killing intent grew thicker, sharper.

"Die!"

Meng Kun slashed out with his saber.

BOOM!

His strike landed on Lu Beifeng’s body.

But Lu Beifeng showed no pain. His eyes still shone with brilliant light.

Even after being wounded, his sword still thrust toward Meng Kun.

PFFT!

His sword radiated an oppressive Sword Qi.

It pierced Meng Kun’s abdomen.

It even carried Meng Kun backward with its momentum.

"Die, just die!"

Meng Kun hacked at Lu Beifeng’s body relentlessly.

But Lu Beifeng paid no mind to his grievous injuries, pressing forward courageously, continuously using his sword to push Meng Kun back.

Blood gushed endlessly from Meng Kun’s abdomen.

At the same time, Lu Beifeng continuously chanted, "Hear the Dao in the morning, and you may die content in the evening..."

"Hear the Dao in the morning, and you may die content in the evening..."

He had forgotten life and death, his entire being focused on seeking the Sword Dao.

He was constantly comprehending, even willing to die, just to attain the Dao.

This was the true essence of the Sword Dao, an unyielding Sword Dao.

It was a state of selflessness, fearless in the face of death.

His life force was burning like a raging fire, taking root and sprouting within Lu Beifeng’s body.