Chapter 284
Chapter 284: Killing Fang He
The azure thunder pattern roared forth, hurtling towards Fang He but was swiftly cleaved apart by his blade. Even so, the sword rain technique and thunder pattern had weakened the blade’s edge. With a single, focused gesture, Wang Jie’s Starry Finger merged powerfully into the fray, shattering the blade.
Fang He gritted his teeth, continuing to pour star force into his sword until, with a loud clang, the entire weapon burst into countless fragments. Those fragments swiftly spread around him in an organized pattern, weaving a deadly net of blades—this was his famed sword technique, Rakshasa Dance.
Wang Jie calmly moved through this perilous dance, stepping gracefully with the Armor Eight Steps. The tighter the blade net became, the harder escape was supposed to be—but to Wang Jie’s keen eyes, the deadly pattern had flaws.
He slowly lowered his sword, pointing it downward. Sword qi pierced through the air, rippling outward like waves upon water, followed closely by slender tempered sword threads. Beneath the rain, the sword qi guided these fine threads through the gaps in the blade net, swiftly closing in on Fang He.
Fang He stared at his own Rakshasa Dance, confident he had trapped Wang Jie, yet strangely felt himself ensnared instead.
The blade net still existed, so why this feeling?
Wang Jie raised his head, eyes meeting Fang He’s gaze with a faint smile. Suddenly lifting his left arm, he clenched his fist and lunged forward, fiercely sweeping his wristguard into the net. The blades shattered against his immense force, and at the very same moment, the tempered sword threads surrounded Fang He.
Fang He had no wristguard, but he had his own star artifact.
Without hesitation, Fang He pulled out an unknown star artifact, completely deflecting the lethal sword threads.
Wang Jie wasn’t surprised. How could Fang He, a Six Dao Wanderer, be without a star artifact? Anticipating this, Wang Jie had already rushed towards Fang He the instant he broke through the blade net. As Fang He blocked the sword threads, Wang Jie arrived right in front of him, unleashing a straightforward yet overwhelming punch.
Fang He’s pupils shrank sharply. Beneath his feet, invisible blades suddenly exploded into existence, cascading downward in streams of deadly edge.
Wang Jie flinched in shock, stopping abruptly. [What is this?]
“I never thought a mere Full Star Realm like you could force me to use the Great Domain Canon. Your strength, if placed in Black White Heaven, would be second only to a Six Dao Wanderer,” Fang He growled, stretching his arms wide. Blade lights spread rapidly from beneath his feet, swiftly overtaking Wang Jie and blanketing the world around them.
Wang Jie scanned his surroundings, recognizing the true trump card of a Six Dao Wanderer.
[So this is the Great Domain Canon?] Cultivating Black White Heaven’s Great Domain Canon allowed visible manifestation; it was the sect’s most precious inheritance technique. Naturally, Fang He mastered it.
Fang He fixed his eyes on Wang Jie and abruptly drew back his arms.
Instantly, an endless wave of blade lights surged from all directions, forming a second, inescapable blade net. Compared to Rakshasa Dance, this net had no openings.
Wang Jie’s wristguard could withstand the blade strikes, but his body wouldn’t handle the overwhelming backlash.
As blades crashed down around him, countless swords emerged from Wang Jie’s storage ring. Lock force surged within him, channeling into each sword as they cut outward.
[You have blades, and I have swords aplenty. Let’s see who outlasts whom.]
Fang He sneered, watching the chaotic collision of blades and swords. He couldn’t fathom why Wang Jie had stored so many swords, all of fine sixth-grade quality. Even so, these sixth-grade swords alone couldn’t withstand his blades. Only through Wang Jie’s lock force could they briefly survive. [But how much lock force can you have?]
Wang Jie met Fang He’s eyes, his lock force surging violently, empowering every sword strike against the relentless blade lights.
Each blade of Fang He held enough power to slay Wandering Star Realm experts. Sixth-grade swords alone would crumble upon impact without lock force; now, even with it, they could only endure briefly.
Yet Wang Jie refused to believe Fang He’s blade lights were endless.
In truth, these blade lights were star force channeled through the Great Domain Canon. Each consumed Fang He’s star force.
The two faced off fiercely, each betting the other would fall first.
From afar, many observers witnessed this staggering confrontation, astonished that Wang Jie—a mere Full Star Realm—could match a Six Dao Wanderer blow for blow.
Hou Xiao observed this, grinding his teeth. [This man must’ve hidden his strength. How else could he control so many swords? The Yi Sword Technique definitely isn’t limited to Sword Rain Technique. He must’ve planned ahead to store all those swords in his ring. Damn this cunning fellow.]
Bang, bang, bang!
Wang Jie stood atop a meteorite, now reduced by the shockwaves to merely the tiny space beneath his feet.
He no longer cared about the meteorite. If needed, he could stand in space using the Void Skate given by the Black Realm Lord. But he felt deep heartache over his swords. Each sixth-grade sword was painstakingly collected, yet now shattered to pieces.
Although broken swords could be reforged by planting them in his field, irretrievable fragments were true losses. Seeing the chaos, how could he collect all the scattered shards?
Fang He’s expression darkened. [How could he last this long? How many swords has he lost? Two hundred? Three hundred? And he still has lock force remaining?]
Wang Jie had indeed consumed immense lock force, but fortunately, he had the Fallen Body Pill.
When lock force ran out, he could instantly replenish it, doubling the lock force stored within his body. Fang He hadn’t foreseen this. Though Fang He himself had swallowed numerous pills, his blade lights gradually diminished, and even the vision of the blade mountain became blurry.
[Impossible! He should’ve collapsed by now!]
When the last sixth-grade sword finally shattered, Wang Jie felt deep regret. Next were fifth-grade swords, each barely enduring a single strike—but it didn’t matter anymore.
In the blink of an eye, even more swords rushed out from his storage ring.
Seeing this, Fang He’s face went pale. [He still has more swords? How can he possibly have so much lock force?]
Clearly, Wang Jie had come prepared.
Feeling his own star force nearly exhausted, Fang He’s courage faltered. [I can’t keep going—if my star force runs dry, how can I fight?]
With a sudden wave, Fang He expanded the blade lights at his feet, startling Wang Jie into thinking his enemy had held back. However, immediately afterward, Fang He turned and fled, swallowing a swift movement pill to increase his speed.
Wang Jie let out a relieved breath.
[He’d won.]
Seeing Fang He fleeing, he swiftly took out the Void Skate and activated it. The Void Skate was as swift as a cultivator of the Hundred Star Realm—Fang He had no chance of escaping.
Fang He watched helplessly as Wang Jie flashed ahead in an instant, and as he focused, he saw clearly the familiar star artifact.
“Senior Brother Fang, since you’ve come, you shouldn’t leave,” Wang Jie said as he punched forward, the terrifying power shattering the void and surging toward Fang He.
Fang He hurriedly defended, but his starforce was nearly exhausted, and he could barely muster enough strength for his blade techniques. Wang Jie’s punch sent him flying, causing him to cough up blood.
Wang Jie pursued with Sword Step, not needing Lock Force, his raw strength alone enough to end Fang He’s life.
Fang He struggled to flee, but another punch from Wang Jie struck his side, sending him tumbling backward, his face pale as death. “Wang Jie, you dare to kill me?”
Wang Jie remained silent, his attacks only becoming more ruthless. He didn’t want Fang He speaking—though there were no others nearby to overhear, his convenient master was close.
Yet Fang He was, after all, one of the Six Dao Wanderers. Even defeated, he wasn’t so easily slain.
Wang Jie attacked again and again, forcing Fang He into desperation, compelling him to swallow various pills and use countless treasures to escape, though none of these could stop Wang Jie completely.
Fang He now fled toward an area filled with cultivators. “Wang Jie, if I’m a traitor, then so are you. If you dare kill me, Edge Sect won’t forgive you! Black White Heaven will definitely know too—I’ll tell everyone!”
Wang Jie’s eyes narrowed, but he still uttered no words. He continued striking to kill.
Fang He retreated continuously, sustaining blow after blow from Wang Jie. His body was heavily wounded, sword cuts covering him, even one leg shattered.
In the distance, Fang He saw cultivators from Black White Heaven, and further still, figures from Ancient Sword Pillar Keeper Sect.
He turned back fiercely, issuing a final threat, his face twisted: “Wang Jie, I’ll give you one last chance—stop now, or your identity as a traitor will be revealed to everyone.”
Wang Jie clenched his fist. After coming this far, how could he stop because of mere threats? Besides, his convenient master had already instructed him clearly—kill. This was his trial, a test not only of strength but also of heart.
Fearless, resolute—only then could one reach true greatness.
He stepped forward with Sword Step.
Fang He turned his head and shouted desperately, “Black White Heaven, Wang Jie is an Edge Sect spy—!”
The shout echoed outward. Wang Jie paused, turning toward the distant cultivators, his expression troubled. But then he noticed something strange—no one seemed to have heard Fang He.
That wasn’t right. Given Fang He’s power and this distance, someone should have heard his cry.
The only explanation was that the sound had been sealed.
Fang He also realized this, his expression shifting from desperation to horror as he looked around frantically. [How could this be? Someone sealed the area, yet I didn’t even notice? Even a Hundred Star Realm expert sealing the area would have alerted me!]
Wang Jie finally exhaled softly, uttering his first words since the pursuit began: “Farewell.”
He thrust out his sword.
Fang He watched helplessly as the blade neared, desperately retreating. He managed to evade this single strike, but Sword Step pierced through his body from behind. Fang He was dead, completely and utterly.
Fang He, a renowned member of the Six Dao Wanderers, had fallen.
Wang Jie landed atop the Void Skate, gazing down at Fang He’s unwilling, lifeless eyes. He breathed out deeply, exhausted. At last, he had slain a Six Dao Wanderer.
Since entering Black White Heaven, he’d known the Six Dao Wanderers as supreme experts within the Wandering Star Realm.
He recalled how, in the past, Han Ling had effortlessly knocked him aside with a casual strike, leaving him helpless. Without Mo Wan Yin’s aid, he’d have perished long ago on Devour Star.
The Six Dao Wanderers had always burdened him with immense pressure.
Yet today, he’d finally overcome one.
However, Wang Jie knew that among the wandering star cultivators in the universe, the Six Dao Wanderers were far from the strongest. They might not even rank within the top three tiers. His journey had barely begun.
“How does it feel?” Shu Rang’s voice drifted to him.
Wang Jie turned, respectfully bowing. “Thank you, Master, for blocking the sound.”
Shu Rang waved a hand dismissively. “In the eyes of Star Path Masters like us, there’s no distinction between bridge pillars—only star alignments matter. Whether you belong to Black White Heaven or Edge Sect doesn’t matter.” Then, curiosity sparked in his eyes. “Still, I wonder—how did you break free from Edge Sect’s control?”
“Master knows I broke free?”
“If you hadn’t, would you have risked your life sending messages? Besides, I sensed no trace of control within you.”
Wang Jie held nothing back, explaining Zhong Yi’s circumstances and how the masked figure had taught him the art of sword-thread refinement to purge the control.
Shu Rang nodded thoughtfully. “No wonder—I was puzzled about where you learned such peculiar sword techniques. Sword threads, hm? Refining sword threads within your body to dispel control… intriguing indeed.”
He then added, “And this Zhong Yi—he’s even more intriguing. When I reached Black White Heaven, he’d already left. They say before he departed, he inflicted grievous wounds on the Zhi Clan, almost causing their collapse and nearly shifting leadership of Black White Heaven. Truly formidable.”
As Shu Rang spoke, he suddenly lifted his gaze, startled. “Even a World Realm expert has appeared. Luckily, Big Dipper Bridge Pillar prepared well, or they’d be in trouble now.”
[World Realm?] Wang Jie also gazed into the starry sky but saw nothing.
Then Shu Rang’s hand rested gently on Wang Jie’s shoulder. “Don’t move—quiet your mind and sense carefully. Feel the power of the World.”
As soon as Shu Rang finished speaking, Wang Jie felt a strange sensation wash through him, as if he’d been removed from the universe and placed into another. The difference was stark yet crystal clear, and he almost wanted to reach out and tear through the veil separating the two worlds.
The feeling ended as swiftly as it arrived.
Because Shu Rang had acted.
Though he didn’t join the war directly, he dragged Devour Star back from Yunxi Domain.
This simple act drew a surprised exclamation from above the Star Dome: “There’s actually a Star Path Master here? Big Dipper, you’ve paid a heavy price.”
No one responded.
The war ended with that single, astonished remark.