The divine pillar of light converged upon the Qinglian Sword.
In that instant—
the flowing radiance between heaven and earth seed to find its final destination, and the sharpness of all things in the world bowed in submission.
Whether it was Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword, Feng Bailong's Wind Sword, or the weapon spirits of countless other soul masters, all emitted reverent hums, bowing devoutly toward the white-robed figure.
Beneath Li Zhexian's feet, the nine-colored sword lotus erupted with nine distinct sword intents:
stars swayed, ice and fire intertwined, formless wind flowed, thunder surged…
At last, under the alteration of ti's flow, the nine-colored sword intents converged high in the firmant, transforming into a vast river of sword qi cascading down from the Nine Heavens.
The river surged endlessly, ford of infinite sword light.
Its waves were swords.
Its currents were swords.
Every single drop of water was a strand of sharpness capable of erasing all existence.
"Slash."
Li Zhexian spoke a single word and swung his sword casually.
There was no earth-shattering roar.
No evenly matched stalemate.
Because—
they were never on the sa level.
The river of sword qi swept across the sky and collided with the two world-destroying giant hamrs.
Like a hot blade slicing through fresh snow—
like a beam of light piercing a fragile illusion—
the hamrheads, capable of shattering mountains, were cleaved cleanly in two by the sword river.
The cut was mirror-smooth.
Reflecting the stunned expressions of everyone in the city.
"Pff!"
With his life-bound Martial Soul destroyed, backlash tore through Tang Xiao's body.
He threw his head back and spat blood wildly.
His towering montum collapsed in an instant, leaving only despair and disbelief in his eyes.
This—
was the difference between Tang Xiao and Tang Hao.
In terms of raw cultivation, Tang Xiao may have held the advantage.
But when it ca to the resolve to burn everything to ashes together—
he was far inferior.
Tang Hao, too, bled from mouth and teeth, yet his aura did not weaken.
Instead, it surged higher—his battle intent flaring like dying embers fanned by a violent wind.
"Co!"
He roared in fury, letting blood soak his garnts as he poured his undying will into the shattered hamrhead.
The broken hamr wailed mournfully, shrouded in a layer of tragic blood-red light.
Blazing like molten lava, nearly lting the hamr itself.
Like a blood-drenched cot, carrying an unstoppable resolve, it once again crashed down toward Li Zhexian.
Boom—!
Boom—!
Wind and thunder tore apart, clouds overturned and scattered.
Before the eyes of the countless onlookers—
Li Zhexian calmly raised his hand and grasped the air from afar.
In an instant,
countless strands of sword qi and chaotic Spirit Power currents surged together, condensing into a half-transparent, slender colossal palm that effortlessly caught the falling, broken giant hamr.
The hamr froze in midair, unable to advance even an inch.
That single palm was an unbridgeable chasm.
A glaze-like divine radiance shimred around Li Zhexian's body—immaculate and flawless.
Within it seed to exist an entire world:
crimson flas flowed, profound ice crystallized, thunder raced, and gale winds roared… endless phenona cycling without cease.
During this journey through the mortal realm, his precious body had already rged deeply with his bloodline, inseparable from it.
Tempered further by the Dragon God's divine essence, the Quadform Glazed Body shattered its limits and ascended once more.
The road ahead—
was flesh-body ascension to godhood!
When all forms rged as one, it would beco—
the Myriad Form Glazed Body!
"Haaaargh—!"
Tang Hao's eyes split wide as blood sprayed from his mouth, the flesh of his arms rupturing inch by inch.
He burned his Spirit Power madly—
yet it was like a mayfly trying to shake a towering tree, utterly futile.
"Tang Hao."
Li Zhexian's voice was as calm as an ancient well as his five fingers slowly closed.
Crack—crack—
Crack—crack—
In the silent heaven and earth, only the sound of shattering echoed clearly, striking every heart like a hamr.
Under countless shocked gazes—
the Clear Sky Hamr, hailed as the Number One Tool Martial Soul Under Heaven, was crushed bare-handed into a web of fractures that spread rapidly.
"I offer no comnt on your past actions."
"In terms of indomitable battle spirit, you are worthy of the na Clear Sky."
"But—this is where it ends."
BOOM—!!!
As the final word fell, Li Zhexian clenched his fist.
The Clear Sky Hamr—bearer of countless legends—collapsed completely, exploding into fragnts that scattered across the sky.
Tang Hao was blasted backward, blood staining the heavens for a thousand ters.
His gaze slowly lost focus.
In his final monts, his eyes reflected the gentle smile of a blue-haired woman. A look of unprecedented relief and tenderness appeared on his bloody, resolute face.
"Ah Yin…"
"Rest assured, I will eliminate the root of the problem." Li Zhexian looked at Tang Hao and Tang Xiao.
"I will send your whole family to reunite."
As the words fell—
ten thousand streaks of sword light suddenly manifested in the void, swallowing the two of them whole.
Two clusters of tragic, brilliant blood mist blood in midair, then slowly dispersed into heaven and earth, leaving no trace behind.
Rumble!
Rumble!
When a Titled Douluo falls, the heavens respond with ons.
Blood clouds surged and gathered, a mournful aura shrouding the entire city.
But today was the day of the one-year promise—
such sorrowful signs had no place here.
"I say: let the blood clouds disperse, and let the heavens shine once more."
Carrying the karmic fortune of two hundred-thousand-year auspicious beasts,
his providence at this mont had reached the realm of "words beco law"—
all phenona under heaven must follow his will.
The blood clouds were wiped away as if erased by an invisible hand.
Warm, crystal-clear sunlight poured down,
illuminating the stunned, speechless faces below.
This battle—
or rather, this one-sided annihilation—
ended far too quickly.
From the mont Li Zhexian appeared to the fall of Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, only a handful of moves had passed.
The people of Heaven Dou gazed up at the white-robed youth standing tall in the firmant.
Whether it was the glare of sunlight, or the faith they had long accumulated finally overflowing,
they seed to see a ring of multicolored radiance surrounding his body.
"Has Lord Sword Wine beco a god?!"
"With Lord Sword Wine guarding Heaven Dou, we fear no enemy!"
"When we return ho, we must worship Lord Sword Wine even more devoutly!"
"The Sword Dao leads to divinity." Chen Xin pressed down on his Seven Kill Sword, which humd without cease.
A trace of satisfaction appeared on his stern face.
He did not know whether he could ever reach such a realm in this lifeti,
but to witness the ultimate pinnacle of the Sword Dao with his own eyes—
his journey through the mortal world had not been in vain.
"I still rember…"
Feng Bailong stepped out on the breeze, smiling as he teased:
"Back then, didn't you question young friend Zhexian's Myriad Forms Sword Dao ?"
Chen Xin cast him a cool glance.
"And didn't you look worried as well?"
Feng Bailong stroked his beard and sighed deeply.
"Indeed. Young friend Zhexian always forces us to reassess him again and again."
Hearing this, Dugu Bo and Yu Yuanzhen both nodded in deep agreent.
The First Marquis looked at these titled experts of Heaven Dou, envy unconcealed in his tone.
"If only Lord Sword Wine belonged to our Star Luo Empire…"
"Is the First Marquis dreaming?"
…
After a brief silence—
cheers erupted throughout Heaven Dou City, shaking the heavens.
Looking at those familiar, beloved faces, Li Zhexian smiled lightly and cupped his hands toward all directions.
"My thanks to the people of Heaven Dou!"
"All food and wine in the pavilion today—put it on—"
His words abruptly stopped.
Only then did he awkwardly rember that he was utterly penniless.
At that mont—
Qian Renxue smiled radiantly.
With a flip of her slender hand, a bulging money pouch appeared quietly in her palm.
Li Zhexian's confidence instantly returned.
"All food and wine in the pavilion today—put it on my, Li Zhexian's, tab!"
As his words fell—
cheers from the entire city soared straight into the clouds.
He turned his head toward the eager Yu Tianheng, Feng Buyu, and the others, raising an eyebrow.
"Drink until we drop?"
"Drink until we drop!"
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