"Rumble..."
The aura of Muramasa the Saber God rolled like thunder, seemingly resonating with the air around.
Popping sounds ca from within his bones, as if a small-scale fission was occurring inside his body.
From his aged and decrepit appearance, he suddenly beca incredibly strong.
Orochi, a Half-Step King, couldn’t help but step back several tis, his face slightly pale.
Too strong!
This aura is too terrifying!
Being too close, he truly felt as though he would die, just the aura alone made it hard for him to breathe.
This is not a human, but a monster.
Yet Orochi did not feel fear; on the contrary, he was very happy, very excited.
Only if Muramasa was strong could he be safe!
Muramasa prepared to draw his sword, the sword seemingly imprisoned a Demon Dragon.
Even before it was drawn, one could already feel the terrifying killing intent.
Muramasa’s famous unique skill was the Sword Draw Technique.
More accurately, the Heaven-Slashing Sword Draw Technique!
The instant the sword is drawn, the enemy’s life can be taken.
Therefore, most of the ti, people have never seen what his sword looks like, because at the mont it is seen, their life already ends.
Of course, there were a few exceptions.
The Southern Chu Ancient Clan Leader!
The Old Sect Master of the Mo Sect!
The master once warned Xiao Chen, once you encounter Muramasa, then you must strike in the mont before his sword is drawn, otherwise, there will be no chance.
Xiao Chen stood there, seemingly able to hear the breathing of that sword.
It was a Demon Blade.
"Sss—!"
At that very mont, sothing split the sky.
People outside saw a very eerie scene.
The sky seed to be split in two.
Right at that attic.
Only there, it remained sunny, while on both sides it was still stormy winds and rain.
Suddenly, they saw a white light flashing.
It was hard to determine what it was, but it was this white light that split the sky.
Could it be that the Saber God has drawn his sword?
Thinking about it, the samurai were excited.
This slash was earth-shattering, making even ghosts and gods fear.
Inside the room.
The white light was dazzlingly bright.
Orochi couldn’t help but close his eyes.
He feared his eyes would go blind.
Elai stared fearfully at the dragon-like sword strike, if this slash was aid at him, he would surely die.
As swift as lightning.
As violent as a storm.
Elai suddenly laughed.
He thought he might have been overthinking.
Under this slash, how could Xiao Chen possibly survive?
Xiao Chen’s fate was surely to be cut in two, no other possibility.
Orochi thought the sa.
No matter how Xiao Chen regained his strength, he definitely couldn’t withstand this slash, a blade skill not ant for the mortal world.
Not strength ant for the mortal realm.
Xiao Chen was dood.
He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
It’s over, finally it’s over, this troubleso King Yama War God.
When the blade erged from the scabbard.
The sword was already in front of Xiao Chen.
As swift as lightning, truly.
This is the most terrifying aspect of the Heaven-Slashing Sword Draw Technique.
Among those Xiao Chen had faced, only the King of Hades and the Demon King were stronger than this person.
But in terms of speed, this person was definitely first.
Sss!
A blood arrow suddenly shot out.
Soone was injured!
Blood sprayed onto the nearby pillar, shocking to see.
Orochi laughed.
Elai laughed.
It must be that Xiao Chen had died, though they only now slowly opened their eyes, they were sure Xiao Chen must be dead.
Because Xiao Chen couldn’t possibly withstand such an earth-shattering slash.
Muramasa the Saber God, rightfully famous!
The blade draws and takes life, the Demon Blade wreaks havoc!
Yet in the next mont, they both froze.
They were horrified to find Xiao Chen standing there unscathed, holding Muramasa’s sword.
The entire sword was jet black, truly a top-quality piece, though he usually doesn’t use swords, this one should be given to Ghost Blade.
"Master—!"
Orochi was horrified to find Muramasa clutching his chest and falling to the ground, his crimson blood already soaking through his robe.
Xiao Chen had seized the Saber God’s sword, and even used it to wound Muramasa the Saber God.
How was this done?
Elai and Orochi were dumbstruck.
Even Muramasa looked shocked.
He seed not to understand what had just happened.
Because this was the first ti soone could do this.
Neither the Old Sect Master of the Mo Sect nor the Ancient Clan Leader of Southern Chu could seize his sword from him.
He recalled what had just happened.
He had slashed out a blow.
Xiao Chen unexpectedly did not dodge or evade.
rely using two fingers to clamp his sword, and after that he could see nothing more.
Fast!
Too fast!
He felt a breeze brush past, and when he reacted, his sword was already piercing into his own chest.
As if he had stabbed it in himself.
All Xiao Chen did was to draw the sword from his body.
"Hmm, nice sword, Ghost Blade, catch, your sword doesn’t compare to this one, it’s probably one of the best sabers in the world."
Xiao Chen sheathed the sword, then tossed it to the already present Ghost Blade.
The battle outside seed to have ended as well.
Twenty-one Half-Step Kings, all dead.
"I’m done for, can you tell who you really are? Are you from an Ancient Clan?"
Muramasa coughed up blood, but he was unwilling.
So young, with such terrifying strength, he really couldn’t think of anywhere other than an Ancient Clan that could cultivate such a terrifying existence.
"You’re overthinking it, I am just , a simple stay-at-ho son-in-law."
Xiao Chen glanced at Muramasa indifferently: "If you must know my identity, I have already told you, my master is the Mo Sect’s Old Sect Master who fought you thirty years ago."
"Hahahaha, truly the student surpasses the master, you are much stronger than your master, had he been as powerful as you are today, I would have been dead long ago.
Cough cough, hahaha, cough cough!"
Muramasa finally fell to the ground, fell into a pool of blood.
Highly regarded as the Saber God, Muramasa ultimately failed to restore the face of Wo Nation Martial Dao.
Couldn’t prevent Orochi’s death.
Couldn’t stop the fall of Saber God City.
Couldn’t uphold the dignity of Wo Nation.
This day was destined to be Wo Nation’s most tragic day, trampled underfoot like lowly ants.
In the field, besides Xiao Chen’s people, there were only two left.
An Orochi, and an Elai.
Elai bitterly smiled, he almost had the illusion that Muramasa would win.
He truly underestimated Xiao Chen.
This Xiao Chen was more terrifying than anyone imagined.
"Gentlen, I am just a guest, unrelated to them, could I be allowed to leave?"
Elai stood up and said.
"Aren’t you here to kill ? Elai from the Southern Chu Ancient Clan!"
Xiao Chen asked with a teasing tone.
If he hadn’t been so strong, he might have been slain by the joint effort of Elai and Muramasa.
"I!"
Elai’s face turned pale, he hadn’t expected Xiao Chen to guess his identity and purpose so accurately.
"Since you know I am from the Southern Chu Ancient Clan, could you perhaps give so face? Shang Liuyun was but a dog, so his death doesn’t matter.
But I am of true direct lineage of the Southern Chu Ancient Clan.
If you kill , the Southern Chu Ancient Clan will surely seek revenge."
Elai threatened.
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