Chapter 111: One Sword Chills the Nineteen Provinces with Frost

That glance and smile exuded an overwhelming heroic spirit.

Jiang Yu strode boldly toward the two shadowy dragons, each step lifting his body further from the ground.

Several meters away, one of the shadow dragons unleashed seven or eight jets of water, instantly killing four people on the spot, including a master of transformative energy. Everyone was terrified to the core. Even Qin Fenggu and Wang Donglai, both nearly masters themselves, turned pale and struggled to hold their ground with sheer agility.

One small dragon was already difficult enough to handle; now there was an even fiercer one. Qin Fenggu swung his sword at the creature’s body, but this time, not even the scales could be pierced.

“The intelligence was wrong. Damn it, how could there be two shadow dragons in the Cold Pool?” Qin Fenggu’s first instinct was to shield the Qin family maiden, standing protectively before her. What a ridiculous joke! They had brought the family’s prodigy out merely to broaden her horizons.

If she died in the Cold Pool, the Qin ancestral elder would surely crush him with a slap upon their return.

An eighteen-year-old master of transformative energy, a future unified Earth Immortal—this was the very core of a hidden clan’s inheritance. Hidden clans were unlike the worldly families that could barely produce a dozen fighters, let alone masters.

Such a clan often boasted over three centuries of lineage, with ancestors who had ascended to Earth Immortals, passing down immortal bloodlines. Once stepping into the secular martial realm, their cultivation would surge exponentially.

Within the family, there was always at least one powerhouse master to hold the fort.

It could be said that a hidden clan’s ancestor, if so desired, could easily sweep away any ordinary family. Even the powerful families of Yan Capital, with vast wealth and influence, would be doomed without a master to protect them.

Yet, as long as Gu Changsheng lived, hidden clans dared not disrupt the secular world.

“Logically, such beasts would have long gained sentience. Two tigers cannot share one mountain; how could two shadow dragons coexist in the same Cold Pool?” Wang Donglai also wore a puzzled expression.

After a moment’s thought, someone spoke solemnly, “What if these two dragons are parent and offspring?”

The room fell silent at this suggestion.

Suddenly, another scream pierced the air—a master of concentrated energy was swept away by the mother dragon’s tail, its body as thick as a water jar, crushing him into a pulp. Its strength was overwhelming, its brutal flesh capable of withstanding attacks from nearly master-level fighters.

“What do we do now?” Many began to waver, thinking of retreat. They had come seeking rare treasures, not to die meaninglessly. If necessary, they could prepare and return in three years. But if their lives were lost, everything would be for naught.

Gritting his teeth, Qin Fenggu declared, “No! With so many casualties, I cannot bear to retreat now. Today, we fight to the death to slay these two beasts!”

Though he spoke resolutely, he steadily retreated.

Wang Donglai unleashed spell after spell upon the shadow dragons.

At one moment, his face darkened with determination as he shouted, “In the name of the royal family, I invoke the power of Heaven!”

With a fierce cry, he clasped his hands as if embracing the Buzhou Mountain, his long hair bristling against the wind, bearing an unbearable weight. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and for a moment, his hair seemed to whiten further.

Though his embrace held nothing visible, it radiated a profound gravity.

Qin Fenggu snorted softly. “So you finally dare to use your trump card. If you don’t, most of our people from the three families will be dead soon.”

Wang Donglai raised his hands above his head and slammed them down upon the rampaging dragons. In that instant, twin celestial thunderbolts descended with supreme divine might.

Boom! Under the thunder’s strike, waves splashed violently, like explosives detonating beneath the water.

The mother dragon howled in pain, its scales bristling fiercely. Its snake-like pupils blazed with boundless fury. Creatures like these feared heavenly power above all else—like mice fear cats, by nature.

At this moment, Qin Fenggu twirled his fingers around his sword. The blade trembled lightly, resonating. Before he could strike, everyone felt countless sword energies tearing through the void. Within a radius of several meters, all vegetation snapped, water shattered into droplets. Those closest reached up to touch their faces, only to find their palms smeared with blood.

“This sword... I wonder if a master’s strike could cleave through this entire Cold Pool?”

He raised his sword upright before him. In a blink, cold light flashed, and countless sword rays intertwined across the sky. Those nearby scrambled backward, their clothes rent by the sharp edges.

This sword displayed the might of a true master.

The serpent crown atop the mother dragon’s head stood erect as it spat dozens of water darts, but they were all shattered by the sword’s radiance, falling like countless curtains of water.

With a roar, the dragon lashed its tail, wrapped in a towering wave, smashing fiercely against the sword rays. Blood and flesh splattered, finally breaking through the defense.

Qin Fenggu’s pupils contracted sharply, horrified. “Why isn’t it dead yet?”

Such an outcome meant the two dragons were fully enraged. Though sentient, once maddened, these beasts would fight recklessly to the death, unwilling to retreat until all were slain.

It was over.

After delivering that blow, Qin Fenggu collapsed to one knee, utterly drained. His refined steel longsword no longer held any edge.

Wang Donglai panted heavily, not truly a master himself. Even with all his cards played, they had only managed to wound the two beasts.

“Shall we retreat?” Wang Donglai smiled bitterly at Qin Fenggu. Saving lives was paramount; everything else was secondary.

Suddenly, Qin Fenggu turned his head. “Wait, that person…”

All eyes followed his gaze to see a lone figure slowly approaching the giant dragons.

…

At Professor Song’s side, everyone watched Jiang Yu with puzzled expressions as he strode toward the giant dragons.

“What is he trying to do?”

Yan Xiaoxiao nervously tapped her palm with her fingernail, heart pounding.

All fell silent, eyes fixed on Jiang Yu.

Anya covered her mouth. “Mr. Jiang seems to be heading straight for those two massive serpents.”

Chen Chuwan smiled, her expression complex and indescribable.

At that moment, their vision cleared of all distractions, focusing solely on the figure walking toward the dragons.

They vaguely sensed what Jiang Yu intended.

“Look!” Yan Xiaoxiao shouted, pointing at Jiang Yu, her trembling fingers betraying her shock.

Jiang Yu stepped forward, each stride lifting him higher from the ground. By the seventh step, he was ascending into the sky, supported firmly by a golden halo beneath his feet.

At the eighth step, a footprint crashed into the pool, sending waves soaring seven or eight meters high.

At the ninth step, he raised his foot again. The two dragons seemed to glimpse a terrifying presence, screaming miserably as they turned to dive into the depths, attempting to flee.

Qin Fenggu, Wang Donglai, and the Qin family maiden all stood dumbfounded, gazing upward at the figure ascending to the heavens.

When Jiang Yu’s ninth step landed, it stirred a giant wave, the footprint pressing deep into the pool’s bottom, revealing silt and fish beneath. After a few seconds, the water rushed back, swallowing the print.

“This… this…” Wang Donglai’s eyes widened in unparalleled astonishment.

Such a technique was nothing short of divine, beyond anything they had ever seen.

By the thirteenth step, Jiang Yu was level with the mother dragon. He reached out and lightly clenched his hand as if grasping the wind.

“Sword, come forth!” he murmured calmly.

All around him, countless azure lights converged in his palm, finally forming a long blue sword that hovered above the crowd. This blade transcended mortal comprehension.

As the blue sword took shape, the mother dragon dared no longer linger and turned to dive into the pool’s depths.

Jiang Yu swung the sword horizontally. His arm felt weightless as the three-foot blade suddenly expanded, trailing a sword light tens of meters long. A blue arc streaked across the sky, severing all things that would never return to their sheaths.

Boom!

A deep fissure appeared beneath Jiang Yu’s feet, extending to the far end of the Cold Pool. Thirty-meter-high waves tilted to either side. With one slash, the Cold Pool was split in two. A crack appeared in the pool’s bottom, and the water level dropped several centimeters.

The mother dragon didn’t even have time to scream before its head was cleanly severed, the cut smooth as glass.

Jiang Yu raised his hand once more and struck again.

Cold sweat dripped from his brow. Though the move was grand and imposing, it nearly drained all his spiritual energy.

His body staggered precariously, almost falling.

The second dragon was severed in two, sinking to the bottom.

Minutes later, the water calmed. Jiang Yu casually flicked his hand; the blue sword vanished without a trace. Hands clasped behind his back, he descended the steps, not a drop of water clinging to him.

The scene was deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Jiang Yu.

After touching down, Jiang Yu turned to the petrified Anya and the others and smiled.

“How do you think of this sword strike?”

The night wind blew through the valley, the sea of flowers rolling endlessly, their fragrance pungent and intoxicating.

In the hall’s garden, three thousand guests were entranced by blossoms; one sword’s frost chills nineteen provinces!

Today, this sword perfectly embodies my might and renown.