At the sight of such a bizarre scene, even Situ Hai could not help but feel his composure shaken, and a slight flaw appeared in his sword technique. Seizing this opportunity, Yang Hao, who had previously been unable to move under Situ Hai’s sword, sprang into action. He retreated—swiftly and decisively.
These two Yang Haos could actually act independently. Although each possessed only half of his original strength, it was already sufficient.
Situ Hai was stunned. He forgot to pursue and even forgot he was still in the middle of a duel. Though a master swordsman, he had never before encountered a situation in which one person could split into two, nor had he ever imagined such a phenomenon would happen to him.
As Situ Hai stood there, momentarily dazed and transfixed, one of the Yang Haos reappeared behind him and launched another strike.
It was an earth-shattering move, a sword technique that had long reigned supreme across the universe. Yang Hao had learned this technique long ago, but only today did he possess the strength to use it.
The reason Yang Hao’s battle with Situ Hai became legendary throughout the universe was largely due to Yang Hao’s strange ability to split into two. Rumors about this technique spread widely, but no one ever reached a definitive conclusion. Only Yang Hao himself and the members of the Elder Council truly understood the truth.
It was all thanks to the Yuan Ying.
Yang Hao had already broken through to the Yuan Ying stage while still in the Divine Realm. As one of the most critical and arduous milestones in a cultivator’s journey, breaking through this stage granted Yang Hao his own Yuan Ying. Cultivators regarded the Yuan Ying as their spiritual body—an independent entity capable of existing outside the physical form and possessing its own combat abilities. A fully developed Yuan Ying could move freely and wield power just like the original body.
Earlier, Yang Hao had managed to escape Situ Hai’s eleventh sword strike by projecting his consciousness into his Yuan Ying. But the real mystery lay in the fact that while ordinary cultivators, when their Yuan Ying leaves the body, leave behind a lifeless shell that cannot move, Yang Hao’s physical body had still moved with perfect agility.
Such a phenomenon was unheard of, even across the entire world.
Inside Yang Hao’s body resided not just his own soul, but also a thousand-year-old ghost hidden deep within his dantian. Thus, when Yang Hao’s Yuan Ying left his body, Hun Yuanzi took control of the physical form. This resulted in two identical Yang Haos, each capable of independent combat.
It was as if they were clones.
Such a fighting method was unprecedented—something Situ Hai had certainly never encountered, and likely no one else in ancient or modern times had either. Under such absurd circumstances, it was only natural for Situ Hai to be stunned into a trance, even if only briefly.
But between experts, a single second is often enough to determine the outcome of a battle.
When Situ Hai regained his senses, he was already facing two swords, two styles of swordsmanship—two unparalleled, world-shattering techniques capable of carving history and splitting the heavens themselves.
The Yuan Ying controlled by Yang Hao wielded the Graviton Blade, the revered treasure of the Heifeng Sword Sect from the Ten Sword Styles. This blade could unleash immense gravitational force with a single motion. Yet Yang Hao’s sword technique was actually derived from an axe style.
“Golden Severance!”
An ultimate technique passed down by Elder Hede, who had taught it to Yang Hao. However, due to insufficient strength, Yang Hao had never before used it. Now, wielding the Graviton Blade as if it were a heavy axe, he unleashed Golden Severance with astonishing force.
Countless people have ranked the ten most devastating techniques in the universe, but no such list could possibly omit Golden Severance. Legend says this axe technique originated from the “Night Axe” of the Dark Angel King, Sa’an. Even in its simplest form—a single downward strike—it contained boundless power and infinite variations. Like the birth of the universe from a single explosion, every minute detail could determine the fate of billions.
In the ancient War of Outer Mongolia, in his prime, Elder Hede had once cleaved an entire warship in two with a single strike of Golden Severance. Such a world-shaking move was simply unimaginable to those who had not witnessed it with their own eyes.
And now, it had been unleashed—by Yang Hao himself. The Graviton Blade, carrying immense mass, tore through air and space alike. Golden and red light enveloped the black blade as it hurtled toward Situ Hai’s neck with unstoppable force.
How could he possibly dodge?
If it were only this one strike, Situ Hai might still have had a chance, but what made matters worse was the other Yang Hao—controlled by Hun Yuanzi—wielding the Immortal Sword of the Wang family, an ancient and seemingly unremarkable artifact. But now, under Hun Yuanzi’s control, it radiated an extraordinary brilliance.
The glow was emerald green, like divine light piercing through the heavens. It awakened memories deep within Hun Yuanzi—rekindling all his old fighting spirit, all his hatred, all his rage. Thus, he unleashed the move he had practiced countless times in his mind, the sword strike that embodied his lifelong vendetta.
“Divine Dragon Sword!”
A colossal green dragon shimmered into existence, its ancient power lazily awakening. With a majestic stretch, the dragon surged forth from the blinding light, its horned head charging straight at Situ Hai’s chest.
The greatest sword technique in the world, wielded by history’s greatest avenger—fused into one. As Hun Yuanzi unleashed this vengeful strike, he was certain: this was the final blow, the ultimate technique—just as a thousand years ago, that very sword had shattered his body into pieces.
Thus, the trouble now belonged to Situ Hai.
It was no longer just trouble—it was a death trap, a deadly predicament from which no one could escape.
Situ Hai was about to lose. He didn’t even move. In his long-dulled eyes, a gleam of ecstatic joy flared. His silence and stillness were not hesitation—they were admiration, awe for the sword techniques displayed by the two Yang Haos.
In the realm of swordsmanship, Situ Hai was undoubtedly the loneliest man alive. As a youth, he had entered the tutelage of the Empire’s first sword saint, displaying extraordinary talent. He quickly rose to prominence, hailed as the Empire’s future Sword Saint. After rebelling against the Galactic Empire, he challenged countless martial experts across the universe, rarely encountering a worthy opponent. By his early twenties, he had already become the galaxy’s greatest wandering swordsman. For over a decade, countless people idolized him, hoping to defeat him.
Such a man could only feel excitement when facing a true opponent. Even now, as the drunken Situ Hai, his love for swordsmanship had never faded.
As the Divine Dragon Sword and Golden Severance closed in from both sides, the combined brilliance of these two supreme sword techniques nearly melted the entire cabin. They were like a second sun erupting into existence, blinding everyone nearby.
But Situ Hai watched intently, not wanting to miss a single detail of this life-or-death, once-in-a-lifetime battle.
Even though he was about to die.
Yang Hao could no longer control his sword. After channeling Golden Severance through the Graviton Blade, the black sword seemed to take on a life of its own. Like a falling meteor, it hurtled toward Situ Hai uncontrollably. Yang Hao was merely a passenger, having unleashed the killing blow but unable to halt its momentum.
Meanwhile, Hun Yuanzi attacked relentlessly. His Divine Dragon Sword was a technique that could not be retracted—it was a style of pure offense, where survival depended solely on relentless attack. The green dragon required no control; it could strike down an opponent on its own.
These were the finest sword techniques the universe had ever known.
Even if Situ Hai was the galaxy’s greatest wandering swordsman, even if he were a true Sword Saint, how could he possibly survive? Could his rusted blade, his Ten Styles of Broken Sword, or even his Eleventh Sword change his fate?
This killing formation was now beyond control—beyond even the power of the Eleventh Sword. Situ Hai was already caught in the vortex, destined to be devoured by this whirlpool of death.
Situ Hai lifted his head, as if returning to his youth, to the days when he had been utterly obsessed with swordsmanship, when he had wielded the blade with effortless grace. That young swordsman had long since died in memory, and with him, his sword art had died too. Though he had created the Ten Styles of Broken Sword and devised the Eleventh Sword variation, Situ Hai knew deep down that his sword art had perished in his heart long ago.
For years, his heart had withered after that incident. The fire within him had gone out, leaving him as the drunken Situ Hai, a mere hound of the Imperial Emperor—any officer of the Empire could command or berate him.
But now, before these two strikes—Golden Severance and Divine Dragon Sword—and the impossible sight of two Yang Haos, the fire in Situ Hai’s heart was rekindled.
His eyes gleamed with newfound brilliance. His hands steadied. The rust on his blade flaked away, bit by bit. He smashed his wine bottle against the ground. Situ Hai felt reborn, his heart breathing once more.
An unprecedented surge of passion burned within him, yet his mind was calm—calm as a thousand-year-old still pond, undisturbed by even the faintest ripple.
Situ Hai raised his sword. His once-rusted blade now radiated brilliant light. At its tip, a prismatic halo emerged, as if drawing energy from another dimension.
Golden Severance and Divine Dragon Sword were already upon him. Yang Hao cared nothing for Situ Hai’s transformation—his overwhelming force was about to crush and erase him from existence.
But at that moment, Yang Hao felt his power vanishing, rapidly draining away like retreating tides. The rainbow light emanating from Situ Hai’s rusted sword acted like a magnet, voraciously absorbing the power of both Golden Severance and Divine Dragon Sword, drawing their immense energies into itself.
All of Yang Hao and Hun Yuanzi’s efforts were in vain. Despite their extraordinary techniques, they could not pierce Situ Hai’s heart. That swordsman truly lived for the sword, and thus, his blade had gained a life of its own.
Yang Hao could only recall his Yuan Ying and reunite it with his physical body, merging all his strength for one final strike.
But by then, it was already too late.
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