Borrowed Sword

Chapter 336 : Those of Our Generation of Sword Cultivators Should Be Like This

Chapter 336: Those of Our Generation of Sword Cultivators Should Be Like This

Previously, Chu Huaixu had always felt that the greatest use of the 【Heart Sword】 leaving the body was that it allowed him, a Swordless One, to temporarily possess a life-bound sword.

But now, it seemed there were other marvelous uses as well.

“You want to possess this body of mine, don’t you?”

“Then I’ll take your sword first!”

This made the scene before them extremely awkward for the Ancestor Emperor.

In front of countless eyes—tens of thousands of spectators—he had just declared that Chu Huaixu was unworthy of using that sword, formed a Sword Seal Technique with his hand, and tried to summon it back…

And the result?

The sword simply ignored him!

Even the group of major cultivators from Moon Country on the high platform could not help but frown.

His Majesty the Moon Emperor was visibly stunned.

This was the Nation-Suppressing Sword—one of Moon Country’s national treasures!

Yet now, its own master could not command it?

Had it become Chu Huaixu’s sword the moment it fell into his hands?

What kind of strange existence was this young man?

A thousand years ago, there had indeed been a Daoist of unparalleled legend who liked borrowing swords.

But what cultivation had that Dao Ancestor possessed?

And what cultivation did Chu Huaixu have now?

What gave him the right to suppress the Nation-Suppressing Sword?

Even the Ancestor Emperor could not recall it!

The fury on the Ancestor Emperor’s face grew even more intense.

As someone who once stood at the pinnacle of the Xuanhuang Realm, when had he ever lost face like this?

He gritted his teeth, wishing he could sever Chu Huaixu’s head on the spot.

Yet from the crowd below the platform, a cultivator suddenly shouted:

“This looks like the Nation-Suppressing Sword!”

The fact that this sword served as the formation core of the Imperial Capital Grand Formation was a closely guarded secret.

Only a handful of people in all of Moon Country knew of it.

Few had seen the sword in the past several hundred years.

But it was recorded in books!

In an instant, the entire venue erupted.

“It matches the descriptions exactly!”

“Could it really be the Nation-Suppressing Sword?”

“What’s going on? Chu Huaixu summoned the Ancestor Emperor’s sword?”

Many Moon Country cultivators felt their scalps go numb.

If this had been done by Qin Xuanxiao, it would have seemed more reasonable.

After all, many believed him to be the Ancestor Emperor’s reincarnation. With 【Emperor Moon】 already in his possession, if he now summoned 【Nation-Suppressing】, it would truly resemble the Ancestor Emperor of old.

But why Chu Huaixu?

What right did Chu Huaixu have!?

Only now did they understand why the Heir of Prince Rui had been so furious earlier.

Why he had declared Chu Huaixu unworthy of wielding this sword!

From a certain perspective, this was nothing less than blasphemy against his own ancestor!

A grave disrespect toward the Ancestor Emperor!

Even the tens of thousands of Moon Country citizens felt as though they themselves had been slapped in the face.

The more they loathed Chu Huaixu, the more glaring and unbearable the sword in his hand appeared.

“Nation-Suppressing Sword, have you lost your mind!?”

“How can it not tell who it should be helping?”

“What kind of heretical method did Chu Huaixu use!?”

Everyone had their own stance.

From the perspective of Moon Country, the one who died was merely a Dao Gate steward—perhaps even a spy.

Yet for such a person, Chu Huaixu dared to rage and kill—and his target was the Heir of Prince Rui, Moon Country’s number one prodigy!

From their point of view, that steward’s life was simply not worth so much.

Everyone wanted Chu Huaixu to lose.

Yet their nation’s treasure had fallen into his hands.

Even His Majesty was present!

Many Moon Country cultivators secretly glanced at the Moon Emperor’s expression.

As expected, his face was extremely grim.

At this moment, the most excited were undoubtedly the Dao Gate disciples.

Han Shuangjiang, who had been deeply worried, finally saw hope light up in her eyes.

The Nation’s Fate gathered behind the Ancestor Emperor finally had something that could contend with it!

Xu Ziqing’s admiration for his senior brother reached new heights.

Mo Qingmei stood with her mouth slightly open—she had already been shocked countless times by how events had unfolded.

As for the Sword Sect disciples, they were even more shaken.

They were all sword cultivators—how could they not understand the terrifying significance of Chu Huaixu’s method?

The Nation-Suppressing Sword!

And now it had been subdued by a sword cultivator from Mirror Country!

“Hahaha! Exhilarating! Truly exhilarating!”

Geng Tianhe looked almost possessed.

This Sword Sect prodigy’s eyes shone brightly as he repeatedly muttered:

“Those of our generation of sword cultivators should be like this… should be like this!”

On the platform, behind Chu Huaixu, an identical Phantom of the Violet Moon began to form!

And its solidity was no less than that behind the Ancestor Emperor!

You may have been the founding emperor—but now you only exist as four strands of Emperor-level Divine Sense, and this body is merely at the Third Realm.

The Nation’s Fate you can mobilize is limited.

In fact… it may not even match what is gathered within the Nation-Suppressing Sword!

Chu Huaixu let out a shout and unleashed his full power.

The 【Heart Sword】 had seized the host—becoming the Sword Spirit controlling the Nation-Suppressing Sword.

In an instant, all the fate gathered in the sword surged outward.

The violet moon behind Chu Huaixu became even more dazzling than the Ancestor Emperor’s!

“So this is what it feels like to have the Power of Fate enter the body?”

“Refreshing!!!” he roared inwardly.

Chu Huaixu leapt up and slashed toward the sky.

Now, it was as if he possessed an endless reservoir of energy—no longer needing to worry about running out of Spiritual Energy.

【Six Formations of the Broken Array】 consumed immense energy, but this perfectly solved that problem.

Tyrannical sword qi gathered upon the blade. Chu Huaixu leapt high—higher even than the airborne Ancestor Emperor.

This strike descended from above.

And his grip shifted—from one hand to both hands.

The terrifying strength of his physical body was fully poured into this strike.

Golden flames burned in his eyes, leaving two trails of fire in the air as he moved.

“Get down here!!” Chu Huaixu roared, slashing onto the Emperor Moon Spear.

The power he unleashed after the infusion of fate far surpassed before.

Moreover, the Nation-Suppressing Sword was no ordinary weapon.

Even without drawing on the Imperial Capital Grand Formation, simply wielding it as a Supreme-grade Spiritual Sword made it a peerless weapon of this era!

This strike actually forced the airborne Ancestor Emperor down from the sky!

Boom—!

He crashed heavily onto the platform. After landing, the force he dissipated made the entire platform tremble violently, producing a thunderous roar.

“Qin Xuanxiao” coughed up blood, his body wracked with pain.

Even with the Ancestor Emperor “taking over the account,” the natural gap between Qin Xuanxiao’s body and Chu Huaixu’s was simply too great.

The spear heart within him was only a Pseudo-Realm.

But Chu Huaixu?

He possessed two genuine Sword Hearts!

Even with terrifying Heaven-rank techniques, once both sides wielded the Power of Fate, many differences could no longer be bridged.

More importantly, once the Ancestor Emperor occupied this body, he could be injured—and he could feel pain.

But Chu Huaixu ignored pain entirely. Every strike was practically self-mutilation, yet the wounds on his arm healed rapidly.

The young man in the black-gold robe advanced step by step.

One sword, two swords, three swords…

He slashed forward relentlessly, not caring how badly his right arm had been injured.

As long as it wasn’t completely crippled, he would not stop.

His combat style grew increasingly unrestrained.

With both sides sustained by the Power of Fate, he dared to exchange injury for injury!

To him, every exchange was advantageous.

He truly embodied the phrase:

“A mere fatal wound!”

But for Qin Xuanxiao’s body, a fatal wound was truly fatal!

On the high platform, the Moon Country cultivators watched with pounding hearts.

The Moon Emperor’s expression grew darker and darker—the moment Chu Huaixu grasped the Nation-Suppressing Sword, the situation had reversed.

Now he held the upper hand—he might actually kill Qin Xuanxiao!

Even worse, unlike Xu Ziqing—who would lose consciousness when taken over by the Evil Sword—Qin Xuanxiao remained fully conscious.

He simply had no control over his body.

Which meant—he was forced to watch himself being beaten down!

“Ancestor! Ancestor! What should we do now!?” he cried in panic.

“Shut up!!” the Ancestor Emperor roared aloud—not even using Divine Sense transmission.

The shout sounded oddly out of place.

Because Chu Huaixu had said nothing—he was simply fighting, exchanging injury for injury.

He didn’t even groan when wounded.

The noisy crowd below fell somewhat silent.

They thought the Heir of Prince Rui was yelling at them to shut up.

The Nation-Suppressing Sword and Emperor Moon Spear collided again.

Finding an opening, Chu Huaixu suddenly kicked forward!

The kick struck the Ancestor Emperor’s abdomen, bending his body before sending him flying.

Just as he stabilized midair, a shadow passed overhead.

Chu Huaixu descended once more with the same two-handed strike.

Boom—!

“Qin Xuanxiao” crashed down again. His noble purple robes were now soaked with blood.

Some of it his own.

Some of it Chu Huaixu’s.

“You dare seek death! You dare seek death!” the Ancestor Emperor roared in fury.

“When have I ever been reduced to such a state!?”

“Then come kill me,” Chu Huaixu replied coldly.

“I said it before—today’s Death Duel Pact ends only when one of us dies!”

Slash—!

The spear pierced straight through Chu Huaixu’s abdomen, leaving a massive bloody hole.

But his sword flashed—

A severed arm flew into the air.

It was Qin Xuanxiao’s left arm—along with half of his shoulder!

“AHHHHHH!!”

The intense pain and boundless fury forced the Ancestor Emperor to scream aloud.

My Vessel! My Vessel!

It has lost an arm!

“Why are you screaming like a ghost!?”

Those eyes burning with golden flames stared directly into Qin Xuanxiao’s—piercing through to the aged soul within.

Chu Huaixu didn’t even glance at the gaping wound in his abdomen.

Only blazing killing intent filled his eyes.

Everyone below felt their breathing falter.

Such grievous injuries made them ache just by looking—

But him?

He was still swinging his sword!

Slash—!

The blade cut across the Ancestor Emperor’s chest. He barely avoided a fatal strike, but a massive wound was still carved open.

The mighty Ancestor Emperor—peerless powerhouse of centuries past—had been driven to such a state.

And the one injuring him…

Was his own sword.