Lu Feng took a step forward and said with a laugh, "Everyone, the treasured blade has already been sealed. Don’t take this son lightly!"
Swish!
The sound fell, as fifteen God-level masters unleashed their full strength to block the sun.
The battle finally ca to an end.
Bang!
The once-quiet night beneath the heavens was suddenly disrupted by a violent uproar. Many people couldn’t help but climb out of bed, gazing out the window in confusion.
"Is this... an earthquake?"
"I don’t think so. Didn’t you see the light over there? It looks like... a teor falling!"
"Nonsense! I’d say it’s 80% likely thunder or sothing similar. It’s the thunderstorm season lately!"
Within the Guo Family’s manor in Chengnan.
Guo Ru, Miss Guo, disturbed by the noise, slowly walked towards the main hall.
But when she arrived, she found her uncle, Guo Wenyu, standing by the window, gazing out.
This scene bore an uncanny resemblance to the night the Purple Mist Building had collapsed under heavy rain.
But this ti, Guo Ru already knew—the one who used to be a friend of the Guo Family but had beco a stranger had returned!
Even the collapse of the Purple Mist Building might be connected to that man.
So Guo Ru imdiately stepped forward and asked, "Uncle, is it... him? Has he returned again?"
"I’m not sure!"
Guo Wenyu didn’t turn back but continued gazing out the window, saying, "But I feel it’s him!"
"But... slicing a building in half with a blade seems a bit exaggerated. The commotion and vibrations earlier—after all, he’s only one person!" Guo Ru frowned deeply.
"Xiao Ru! You don’t understand!"
Guo Wenyu sighed deeply and said, "Many people in this world don’t understand, but I do—Mr. Yang is a god! Gods are omnipotent! Whoever dares stand before him must be swept away. Such is Mr. Yang!"
...
Bang!
The holy powers of the seven sects suddenly dispersed the atmosphere completely. The chaos caused during the day wasn’t on their minds right now.
There was only Yang Tian in their sight. Now that the sword was frozen, in their eyes, Yang Tian had lost most of his combat power.
"Bring the blade!"
Chen Shiping, the overseer from Shuiyun Temple, took a step forward and quickly approached Yang Tian. He drew a long blade from his waist and swung it ferociously.
The blade slashed through the air, dividing it with unparalleled force, creating sharp whistles of rushing winds as the air split and flowed to both sides.
Clearly, Chen Shiping was also an exceptional swordsman. This strike was an absolute display of mastery—it was not a technique one could attain without a year or two of relentless practice.
Precisely because of his blade mastery, he was determined to aim for Yang Tian’s treasured blade, which he deed most valuable and unavoidable!
Hence, the blade’s trajectory was directed at Yang Tian’s arm wielding the blade.
His plan was to sever Yang Tian’s arm holding the blade and then dodge the counterattack.
Even if Yang Tian attempted anything after that, it wouldn’t matter.
"Is this a blade?"
Yang Tian looked at Chen Shiping’s weapon and burst into laughter.
Blades, the weapons of monsters, were never favored by emperors and heroes. They were coveted by beasts, not rulers.
Before Chen Shiping, he dared to covet Yang Tian’s blade?
That was utter foolishness!
Thus, Yang Tian imdiately chuckled and said, "Then, you shall receive your master’s blade."
"Receive from you?"
When Chen Shiping heard Yang Tian’s words, he sneered in disdain and said, "Receive a blade from you? Have you forgotten your sword? It’s already frozen to the ground! And now, with this killing intent, you look like soone searching for what isn’t theirs!"
"What is a blade? Now we’re choosing blades, and the born master of blades is the blade itself."
Yang Tian said, his unbound hand slowly extending—they seed ready to strike.
Chen Shiping couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
Was this even possible?
Using the palm as a blade?
And not to ntion the lack of destructive aura—Chen Shiping knew his own long blade wasn’t ordinary.
Although it wasn’t as exaggerated as the Devil Blade, it was nonetheless an exceptional Magic Treasure and had always been a favored item of Chen Shiping.
Spiritually enriched and devastatingly lethal, it was anything but ordinary.
Using one’s hand as a weapon against such a blade would only lead to certain downfall. Even his hand would likely be obliterated.
By then, Yang Tian would be rendered powerless, even if he were stronger. Bound and captured, he’d have to divulge all his secrets.
As for Yang Tian’s treasured blade, it would then beco Chen Shiping’s property.
With this thought, the greed and heat in Chen Shiping’s eyes intensified. He laughed and exclaid, "You’ve lost control of yourself! Since you wish to die, let the audience witness this—Water Cutter Blade!"
As these words fell, brilliant blue light began to radiate from Chen Shiping’s long blade. The light spiraled continuously toward Yang Tian, winding like a long, water-blue serpent poised to coil and devour Yang Tian!
"Good luck!"
Yang Tian’s expression remained icy and his smile cold as he raised his palm, forming a knife-like stance. In a quiet yet deep voice, he muttered, "Black Devil Slash!"
Swish, swish!
Yang Tian’s hand trembled faintly as it swung—a nearly imperceptible frequency shook the air.
Monts later, black crescent-shaped marks the size of those ford by Hee Chong Taoist appeared out of thin air, spiraling ferociously toward Chen Shiping!
"Watch out!"
The mont he recognized the familiar crescents, Xiao Yaozi shouted in alarm, instinctively stepping forward to warn.
At the sa ti, the strong fighters behind Xiao Yaozi prepared to assist.
But Chen Shiping raised his hand to stop them, showing no fear. He smirked disdainfully and said, "Everyone relax, this is just a bluff! His sword’s power relies on its sharp edge, but now what can he rely on? His palm? Hahaha!"
As these words escaped his mouth, the surrounding figures froze montarily.
Seeing this, Chen Shiping swung his blade with intensified disdain, his expression painted with greed. He roared furiously, "The skill is mine, the treasured blade is mine! Everything is mine! Hahaha! Give it to !"
As Chen Shiping reached the first black crescent moon before him, his grin widened in cold arrogance.
In that instant, he seed to witness Yang Tian paralyzed in shock, trapped in despair and regret.
Crack!
But before Chen Shiping’s grin fully blood, a sharp sound invaded his ears, freezing his expression.
He stared as his long blade failed to block the crescent moon—it split cleanly into two, delivering a gory streak across his body.
"So... so even without using the blade, you... you’re too powerful!"
Chen Shiping looked into Yang Tian’s unwavering eyes as life completely left him.
Swish, swish!
The remaining black crescents followed closely, utterly obliterating Chen Shiping, leaving nothing but debris!
Dead... another one gone.
The sight of Chen Shiping reduced to nothingness by Yang Tian stunned Xiao Yaozi and his comrades in the crowd, halting their steps in an instant.
Cold sweat beaded on their foreheads.
Wasn’t Yang Tian supposed to be strong only because of his sword?
Now that the blade was sealed, shouldn’t anyone among them be able to defeat him?
Just monts ago, as they watched Chen Shiping charge forward, so resented Xiao Yaozi for not being faster than him.
But in this mont, seeing Chen Shiping shattered to dust, they were filled with relief—they had slowed down a step. Otherwise, the one reduced to rubble wouldn’t have been Chen Shiping but one of them.
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