The Martial Arts Arena at the Cultivation Hall was deathly silent.
Dead...dead?
The Heir of Prince Rui, Qin Xuexiao, just died like that in the Cultivation Hall in the Moon Country Capital!?
Tens of thousands stared at the stage with eyes wide open, in utter disbelief.
The National Guardian Sword in Chu Huaixu’s hand had pierced into the tiles of the platform, causing the surrounding area to collapse sowhat.
The Crown Prince, clad in a luxurious purple robe, was nailed to the platform by this long sword.
The terrifying Sword Qi pierced through his heart, even blasting a large hole in his chest, dead beyond dead!
Chu Huaixu bent his knees slightly, both hands gripping the sword hilt.
After such an earth-shattering battle, the fiery gold flas in his dark eyes began to slowly extinguish.
His eyes were bloodshot, full of murderous intent and hostility!
Snow continued to fall from the sky.
Snowflakes landed on his shoulders.
The cold winter wind in the Imperial Capital made his long, loose hair dance wildly!
People might never forget this scene for the rest of their lives.
Amidst the encirclent of ten thousand swords, the young man holding the sword was like a Human Killing God.
At this mont, he looked straight ahead, and many people instinctively averted their eyes, not daring to et his gaze!
It was supposed to be a rivalry between the top talents of the East Continent and the Western Continent.
But now it had co to this point!
However, he, who was always vengeful, felt that the pent-up anger in his heart had finally been partially vented at this mont.
The Heart Sword, which was connected to his mind, had also shed its usual sickly appearance, causing the National Guardian Sword to tremble slightly and emit a joyful sword hum!
Because of its high status, it caused the ten thousand Spirit Swords around Chu Huaixu to shiver slightly and let out a sword hum too!
Ten thousand swords resounded, as if in celebration!
This blood-soaked direct disciple of the Daoist Sect stepped onto his Third Realm position as Profound Yellow Leader over the Crown Prince’s body!
After his disrupted internal energies were restored, Chu Huaixu slowly stood up and drew out the National Guardian Sword.
The sword was pulled out so forcefully that it naturally splattered blood!
Watching the spilled royal blood, the citizens of Moon Country felt their hearts tremble.
The young man in the black and gold robe glanced coldly at the corpse on the ground.
A corpse of... the protagonist of the world!
He didn’t actually know where the original plot of "Borrowed Sword" would go after a protagonist’s death.
Every world protagonist bore large karmic ties.
The plot that was supposed to belong to him, his monts of glory, all connections to him... all now turned to nothingness!
The karma here was imnse.
But so what?
"Kill if you must!"
For Chu Huaixu, he’d long been unbothered by such afflictions.
"Qin Xuexiao, go in peace."
"I’ll bear your karma!"
Moreover, he had long realized that the world is always cruel and realistic.
There’s never a born protagonist; whoever wins is the damn protagonist!
And today, I am the winner!
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...
On the high platform, the faces of many Great Cultivators from Moon Country were indescribably unpleasant.
Today, not only had the Crown Prince died, but four strands of the Emperor’s Divine Thought were also extinguished!
In addition, their open confrontation with the Four Great Sects ended in defeat as the Sword Venerable stepped into the Ninth Realm and activated the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root.
This slap not only struck their faces, but also the Moon Emperor’s face...
This slap was a national disgrace!
Yet on the stage, that young man held the sword nad National Guardian.
Behind him, a silhouette of the purple moon still lood.
As if... he was the true chosen one of the realm!
Having concluded his task and kept his promise, the middle-aged scholar ford a Sword Formula with his hands and said aloud, "Go!"
Instantly, over ten thousand Spirit Swords turned into streaks of light, returning to find their owners.
The sword cultivators at the Martial Arts Arena watched in awe as the Spirit Swords swiftly sheathed, glancing down in shock and admiration.
"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root, so this is it?"
Han Shuangjiang and Xu Ziqing, with their high talents, felt a vague sense of enlightennt within.
If they explored it further, they might make breakthroughs!
But the other protagonist of the world, Lin Zixuan, was far worse off.
Earlier, during the Profound Yellow Leader’s competition in the Daoist Sect, Qin Xuexiao was severely injured, which also backfired on her.
Today, her Brother Prince was killed like this, and the backlash on her Divine Level Assistance was even more severe!
Moreover, the Spirit Seed within her was instantly obliterated.
This was very distressing.
As a result, the petite young lady let out another scream and fainted again because of Chu Huaixu.
In the eyes of those unaware of the truth, this future Crown Prince Consort seed to have been frightened into fainting, watching the Crown Prince being killed.
Yet ironically, her master sat in a daze, mumbling to himself, and didn’t bother with his only disciple.
Eventually, the Female State Preceptor sighed, took out an elixir, and with a wave of her jade hand, the elixir flew over for Lin Zixuan to take.
After doing this, she stared steadily at Chu Huaixu.
"Another period of freedom obtained?" Lin Qingci thought.
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