Cultivating with Top Enlightenment Chapter 837 - 353: Three Harmonization Masters Felled in Succession (Part 2)

I certainly hope his sword proficiency matches the sharpness of his tongue!

Abruptly, Ning Qi shifted. The blade in his grasp sliced through the air in total silence.

"Wandering Dragon Sword of Ten Thousand Paths!"

The moment this strike materialized, the gathered crowd was struck with awe: every cultivator present discovered that any magical soldier they held was ripped from their grip, as if the weapons had suddenly developed a will of their own.

Legions of magical soldiers swarmed toward Ning Qi, regardless of whether they had been positioned inside or outside the formation.

They moved as if heeding the call of the ultimate King of All Weapons, answering an irresistible summons.

Furthermore, these countless blades triggered their inherent rule attributes, instantly folding space to weave themselves into the brilliant sword light Ning Qi had unleashed.

His strike glowed with an incomparable radiance, bathing the entire realm in light, while the resonating hum of the Sword Dao cascaded into the ears of every spectator.

A wave of genuine panic washed over the crowd; they realized they were witnessing a move of such legendary caliber that it redefined the peak of Sword Dao.

Those devout followers of the Way of the Sword gazed at Ning Qi with pure reverence, as if standing before a deity.

If the Sword Dao were a towering mountain, Ning Qi stood firmly upon its absolute summit.

Vast legions of sword shadows filled the firmament, channeling diverse rules that synthesized into vibrant, clawed, and fanged Cyan Dragons, which lunged ferociously at the tripartite barriers of rules.

Before their eyes, the heavens were eclipsed by these roaming dragons.

The melodic singing of the swords sounded exactly like the roar of dragons, vibrating through the fabric of the realm.

The expressions of the three Mountain Spirits in the Harmonization realm curdled in terror.

They were stunned, first by Ning Qi’s ability to commandeer their weapons, and second by the ease with which those weapons bypassed their condensed rule walls to traverse space itself.

As for the third realization, they no longer possessed the luxury of contemplation.

The defensive rule walls proved utterly useless, tearing like mere parchment beneath the onslaught of the multiple dragon shadows.

Swathes of dragon shadows surged forward, devouring the shredded fragments of the barriers as they homed in on their targets.

"Our combined rule wall was actually... How could his power reach such heights?"

Gao Qiu’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. Acting with desperate resolve, he was the first to abandon his defense and flee, scrambling away with incredible haste.

However, the wandering dragon shadows contained those specifically attuned to speed, further enhanced by Ning Qi’s spatial manipulation.

Cloaked in misty rule energy, the dragons blinked through the void, cutting off his path from the front.

The crisscrossing dragon shadows descended, looking like a pair of beasts playing with a pearl; Gao Qiu was gripped by primal fear.

In a frantic motion, he tore at his cloak, which erupted to ten feet in length with fibers as thick as limbs, morphing into a grand web of Law in a desperate attempt to ensnare the draconic blades.

The sword dragons simply spat several beams of razor-sharp light, shredding the cloak instantly.

The dragons pressed their advantage; one claw seized Gao Qiu as he veered in a desperate attempt to escape.

The two dragon claws pinned him immovably against the earth.

His Harmonization body, crafted from condensed rules, shattered and reformed, only to be pulverized again.

Under the weight of Ning Qi’s peerless Sword Dao, he was utterly decimated in the blink of an eye, lacking the strength for any further resistance.

On the opposite side of the fractured rule wall, Liu Fuping’s complexion turned deathly pale.

Countless emerald lights manifested around him, blooming like protective willow leaves before launching themselves at the encroaching dragons.

The dragon shadows were physical manifestations of the Sword Body; compared to their cutting power, his green flickers were like eggs cast against a mountain.

The willow shadows shattered upon contact with the dragon-shaped blades.

Witnessing Gao Qiu’s gruesome demise, Liu Fuping understood that flight was futile. Fortunately, he specialized in the Wind Rule, which focused on the mercurial nature of the breeze—notoriously difficult to pin down.

With a quick motion, he dissolved into a green silhouette, appearing to harmonize perfectly with the very fabric of space.

The dragon shadows swept right through him, unable to snag a solid form!

Seeing this, Ning Qi let out a cold snort.

"Do you think running away or hiding will save you?"

Liu Fuping was incensed—would he really resort to hiding if Ning Qi didn't possess such monstrous strength?

Against any standard Integration cultivator, he would have extinguished them long ago with a mere wave of his hand.

But this reality was different; Ning Qi acted like a Dragon Emperor, and these Sword Dao constructs roamed everywhere, keeping Liu Fuping constantly at bay.

Despite his own status as a mid-period Harmonization cultivator, he was confounded; how could Ning Qi be this terrifyingly potent?

Initially, they assumed that by being among the first to descend upon the war realm, they would be functionally invincible.

Instead, they walked straight into a monster who could bridge major cultivation realms as casually as breathing.

A deep sense of regret flooded Liu Fuping—why did he ever decide to target the cultivators of the Three Domains in the first place?

Was it merely to flex his power, to force the weak to their knees for his own gratification?

If life gave him a second chance, he would never make such a choice.

Oppressing the weak was satisfying, but challenging someone who could defy the natural order, defeating the superior with the inferior, was a recipe for catastrophe.

His thoughts were cut short; he saw Ning Qi charging directly at him, riding atop a cyan sword dragon.

A suffocating sense of dread gripped him.

He didn't dare solidify his form, relying entirely on the scattered, invisible nature of his Wind Rule to drift through the void.

As long as his opponent couldn't lock onto him, he would remain safe!

He convinced himself that he could simply deal with Ning Qi later, once his master—a peak Harmonization powerhouse—descended into the domain.

Yet, as the thought formed, Ning Qi directed the cyan sword dragon to sweep toward his location.

Liu Fuping remained confident that the attack would miss, even considering a counter-ambush.

However, at that exact moment, Ning Qi and the dragon beneath him morphed into the same invisible, scattered form.

Liu Fuping: "!!!"

The wind began to howl, and the onlookers could almost hear the breeze weeping in pain, watching as blood seemed to manifest within the very wind itself.

Moments later, Ning Qi and the sword dragon reappeared.

Liu Fuping had vanished without a trace, and no soul in the crowd dared to utter a word.

Ning Qi pivoted to the final target.

The mountain spirit Qi Shan was attempting to regain his primitive form of earth and rock, shrieking for aid.

In a heartbeat, he was struck by multiple roaming dragons, blasted into the sky, and left with no saviors in sight.

The dragon shadows tore through his structure incessantly, unraveling his prideful Harmonization body in an instant.

Particles of earth fell like a torrential downpour, effectively burying any remnant of his existence.

From the initial confrontation to the utter destruction of three Harmonization-level masters, barely dozens of breaths had elapsed.

Many in the crowd felt their limbs turn frigid.

They stared at the white-clad figure suspended amidst the sword dragons, finding themselves unable to even draw a steady breath.

"Is he really stuck in the Integration Realm?"

"No wonder the Sea Ancestor prioritized the Profound Truth Realm; this youth possesses the true aura of one destined to reach Immortality!"

"What must we do? How do we handle him now?"

Confusion reigned in their minds, yet not a single person harbored the intent to avenge the fallen trio.

Even those who shared close ties with the victims chose to appear indifferent.

Secret transmissions buzzed through the air.

"Is Ning Qi not terrified of retribution from the Sea Ancestor and the Realm Venerable for slaughtering our Harmonization Ancestors?"

Another responded instantly: "Do you honestly believe he is less valuable than those three? The Sea Ancestor and Realm Venerable are desperate for power in this war; they won't dream of punishing him."

The questioner wisely fell silent.

In stark contrast to the grim silence of their rivals, the cultivators from the Profound Truth Realm, Fuyao Realm, and Langya Domain erupted in triumphant cheers.

"Senior Brother Ning is supreme!"

"Domain Master is unstoppable!"

Their expressions were filled with genuine, vibrant joy.

Sword Ancestor stood nearby, stroking his white beard with a wry smile.

"Blast it, typical Ning—hogging all the glory as usual!"

With a casual wave of his hand, Ning Qi dismissed the dragons. They dissolved into their respective magical soldiers, the rules retreating back into the metal.

Ning Qi snapped his fingers.

The weapons aligned themselves in a perfect array before him.

To the utter shock of all watching, Ning Qi exhaled a burst of Dao Flame, enveloping the host of weapons to refine them in one unified motion.

The intent was unclear to most; many feared that Ning Qi was actually hijacking their gear. But after the display of raw slaughter minutes earlier, no one dared to voice an objection.

Moments later, Ning Qi recalled the Dao Flame, blew a sharp breath over the weapons, and they glowed with a renewed, sharpened vitality.

"Begone!"

At his command, the weapons rocketed back to their owners, including the early-stage Harmonization cultivators.

"I thank you for the loan of your soldiers. I am a man who always repays favors just as I settle grudges!"

Only then did it dawn on everyone that Ning Qi had been refining and enhancing their armaments.

They marveled in secret—what kind of person was this, constantly rattling their nerves since he first arrived?

From challenging Harmonization elders to wiping them out, and finally refining everyone’s gear, what exactly was his objective?

Does possession of such immense skill require such a constant, flaunting display?

He truly lacks the capacity for a subtle entry, how annoying! Of course, those consumed by these cynical thoughts were simply green with jealousy, screaming internally: "Why didn't he do that for me?"