The Invincible constitution : Rise of the Supreme One

Chapter 71: Dragon Heart

Jian Wu stood aloof on the battlefield, his sword slick with enemy blood. To him, those below the great emperor realm were mere ants, and even those above it posed little challenge. With each swing of his sword, heads dropped like petals, lifeless bodies falling in his wake. He cut through the cultivators with effortless precision, his strikes as smooth and relentless as a knife slicing through butter.

No one in the Shadow Sect had anticipated someone like Jian Wu within the Sword Sect. "He's stronger than even their sect master... by a large margin," the Shadow Sect's great elder muttered, his expression dark and troubled.

Taking a decisive stance, he raised a finger toward Jian Wu. "All cultivators above the emperor realm, leave the small fry for the others—focus on killing this man!" he commanded.

Hearing the order, no one looked shocked. Previously, they might have thought that the great elder had lost his mind. But watching Jian Wu cut down high-ranking members one by one, they knew the call was sound. In fact, many had already considered rallying the elites to surround and overwhelm him.

In an instant, hundreds of shadows who had surpassed the emperor realm closed in, weapons drawn and eyes menacing as they stared him down.

"You're strong," one shadow sneered. "It's a pity you'll die today."

"However," another added, "if you're willing to join us, we might consider letting you go."

Jian Wu shook his head, unimpressed. "Remember, those who talk too much in battle die faster."

"You—"

"Everyone, attack him at once!" the shadow at the front shouted, channeling his strength into his weapon.

In an instant, the cultivators surged forward, unleashing a barrage of mystical techniques. The sheer weight of their combined power pressed down on Jian Wu, nearly driving him to his knees. Yet, amid the overwhelming force, a smirk played on his lips as he surveyed the approaching swarm. "So, you're not holding back at all, are you?" he muttered, amusement flickering in his eyes and voice.

If Jian Wu had been at his full strength, he could have cut down hundreds of them with ease. But exhaustion weighed on him, and with over two hundred powerful cultivators closing in, taking them all down felt nearly impossible.

Still, he wasn't worried for himself. His only concern was for the Sword Sect disciples fighting beside him. Would they be slaughtered once he fell? No, I can't let that happen, he thought, resolve flaring in his eyes.

With a commanding shout, Jian Wu raised his voice. "All disciples of the Sword Sect, as your eldest disciple, I command everyone below the emperor realm—run! Leave the Sword Sect and save yourselves! You're only a burden here!"

Upon hearing his words, the disciples immediately understood Jian Wu's true intention. His aim wasn't to belittle them; he wanted them to survive, even if it meant they had to retreat. A deep warmth filled their hearts—a shared love for their sect, their brothers, and everything they had vowed to protect. Memories flooded back: how they had grown within these walls, how everyone had treated them with kindness and camaraderie, making this place their home. The thought of abandoning it, even to save their lives, was unthinkable.

They exchanged determined glances, their eyes blazing with fierce loyalty. "We stand with the Sword Sect!" they shouted in unison. "If the Sword Sect falls, then we fall with it!"

Jian Wu was taken aback by their fierce unity, but a slow smile spread across his face. Shaking his head, he replied, "We are sword cultivators. We live by the sword, and we die by the sword."

With renewed vigor, every disciple echoed his words, their voices resonating with unwavering resolve: "We are sword cultivators. We live by the sword, and we die by the sword."