A single sword reversed ti and space, forcibly pulling the golden arrow from Teleport’s forehead right before the Ancestral God.
Piece by piece, it reconstructed Teleport’s shattered spirit and ruined body, a sword technique that defied death itself!
"I..."
Teleport slowly regained consciousness, not yet fully aware.
Taicheng plunged directly into his chest, causing his eyes to bulge and nearly biting his tongue off, yet it carried him swiftly away from the battlefield.
"Heh."
A chuckle echoed in the distant sky.
Saint Xin was genuinely amused.
The deep bond between these two old n was truly admirable.
"Since you wish to die together, let fulfill your wishes!" With a flick of Saint Xin’s fingers, "Senluo Binding Technique, decree!"
Chi Chi Chi!
Across the sky of the North Sea, towering ancient trees rose up.
The branches transford into countless tendrils, instantly binding the space where Yi and i Siren were, forming a massive wooden ball, leaving no opening for the Taicheng Sword, and heavily compressed inward.
Boom!
The two old n and a sword were trapped mid-air, silencing all resistance.
"Taiping Sword Wave."
With a soft chant from the image of the Holy Ancestor, another shockwave erupted in the North Sea.
Waves rose from all directions, turning into countless water swords, each bearing destructive power, piercing directly towards the two old n.
"Old man!"
"Master Siren!"
August and Cao Erzhu almost simultaneously rose into the air.
But at that mont, another person even faster than them unleashed a Kongtong Formless Sword, which slashed through the void with a loud cry, cutting the sword waves in half and shattering thousands of water swords.
"In the beginning, Kongtong walks..."
"Noisy!"
The image of the Holy Ancestor was utterly enraged.
Especially upon hearing these rhythmic verses, it inevitably reminded one of that certain eccentric swordsman whose appearances are always accompanied by song.
If by chance...
If by the slightest chance sothing unexpected happened, it would be laughable!
Saint Xin glanced over, and a massive hand directly reached for the now coy Xiao Kongtong.
"Laugh... ah ah ah!"
Halfway through the poetic chant, Xiao Kongtong turned and fled.
He had no desire to fight Saint Xin.
Make no mistake, he was rely the teacher’s disciple, only once impersonating his teacher, but not truly Bazhun’an, how could he contend with the Zero Ancestral God?
To advance and retreat flexibly, this is the way of a swordsman.
Drawing and sheathing the sword signifies integrity too.
How could a modern ancient swordsman rely charge forward heedlessly?
The Kongtong Formless Sword swept through the air, carrying with it Yi, Teleport, and Xiao Kongtong himself, executing a tactical relocation with a series of space-ti transitions, moving from east to west in thirty years.
"Move, move, move!"
"Faster, faster, move faster!"
Dashing and flashing, space-ti transitions reached their pinnacle of expression.
A single sword carried the three from the Central Region to the Western Region, then to the Southern Region, ultimately breaking through the spaceti turbulence, dragging the image of the Holy Ancestor for several breaths of ti, finally fleeing into Abyss Island with a rembered spatial anchor point.
"Absurd!"
Saint Xin fud with anger.
While in the Central Region, the image of the Holy Ancestor’s eyes lit up with divine and diabolical powers.
It was as though he was no longer rely using the power of attributes from various spiritual cultivation paths, but rather calling upon the power of the ancestral source and invoking the Sea of God Demon Dao.
"Buzz!"
In that instant, the light of the Sea of God Demon Dao shone brilliantly, dyed a sacred white.
The image of the Holy Ancestor lowered its gaze, locked onto the two realms within and outside Abyss Island, and remotely initiated a ntal assault spanning both realms, regardless of where one might hide.
"God’s Fall!"
Spiritual cultivators across the five regions felt a ntal tremor at that mont, dizzy and disoriented.
It seed as if their vitality and vigor were drained away in an instant, and when they ca to, they saw hidden dark light converging in the eyes of the image of the Holy Ancestor, finally turning into two ghostly cyan spiritual waves, ready to shoot towards Abyss Island.
Yet at that mont...
"Crack!"
With an ominous sound.
All the world’s Dao laws trembled, sending chills down every spine.
Turning their heads, they saw frost spreading from the east, freezing the nothingness of Dao principles and the tides of the East Sea, causing ten thousand swords to hum, arranging themselves in the sky as if paying homage to a divine king of swords.
This scene, how familiar it was?
The majestic paths of frost above and below, connecting the Central and Eastern Regions, accompanied by roaring detonations from the Ancestral God Destruction tribulation on the other side of the battlefield.
This even made Saint Xin feel a tinge of threat, ceasing his actions and turning to look.
"What is that?"
"A tribulation? Is soone undergoing the Ancestral God Destruction tribulation?"
"Who is this, why hasn’t Zhang Xing conveyed any word from over there? The East..."
The East.
A mysterious term.
Famously associated with the legend "A Sword from the East, a Sword Deity," further ensuring that any Sword Will emanating from the east bears an indescribable eeriness and terror once it reaches the level of a Sovereign swordsman.
Saint Xin’s cessation wasn’t without reason.
For when the people of the Five Regions all turned their heads, unlike Xiao Kongtong’s "ah ah ah," from the direction of the Eastern Region truly ca the song of sword verses, the voice clear and lodious, tinged with the chill of Xiao Se:
"Journeying westward, I suddenly see a mountain, a mountain that proves hard to surmount."
"Just wait for the flowers’ chill, call forth the frost, and let the sword rise!"
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