Gulu.
Gulu.
The emperors of the secular dynasties, countless geniuses of the Eastern Region, and the rising talents watching from below all stared at the sword in utter shock, eyes wide open.
Especially the sword cultivators.
They felt as if the bottleneck that had trapped them for years had suddenly cracked open. That single sword strike contained far too many sword principles, so many that even grasping a trace of it was enough to trigger a breakthrough.
These successive revelations made those who had never practiced the sword feel intensely envious. Who could have imagined that merely watching a battle could lead to such gains?
"Huh!"
Within the Donglin Sect, Jiang Chen, dressed in snow-white robes, had been watching the battle all along. Earlier, his fists had been clenched tightly, his heart tense, because he knew all too well the peril Donglin Sect was facing.
But now, seeing this scene, his entire body relaxed.
His eyes were filled with reverence and emotion.
He had never imagined that his master could be this powerful.
His gaze fell upon the sword in Chu Xun's hand.
Compared to it,
The Taixuan Sword was simply inferior.
Earlier, when his master had said the Taixuan Sword would be given to him, Jiang Chen had felt uneasy, constantly thinking about how to return it. Now, that unease vanished completely.
If his master possessed an even better sword, then accepting the Taixuan Sword no longer weighed on his heart.
"Brother Qingsu!"
"Brother Gu Nan!"
A sorrowful cry echoed through the void.
Qin Yu's heart suddenly seized. His expression stiffened as a sense of ominous foreboding rose within him. His pupils locked onto the battlefield.
The dazzling silver light gradually faded.
Three figures remained standing in the air, faces pale, bodies riddled with sword wounds.
As for the other two,
Nothing remained.
"Boom!"
This scene entered the eyes of the sect masters of the other holy lands, and their pupils shrank violently.
Chu Yaoyao of the Goddess Sect sucked in a sharp breath. Human Emperors were the backbone of a sect. Losing two at once, even the deeply rooted Xiandao Sect could not easily bear such a blow.
The Palace Master of Tianji Palace was equally shaken. He had never expected Chu Xun's sword to be so domineering, killing two Human Emperors outright without any assistance.
"Brother Qingsu… Brother Gu Nan sacrificed themselves to protect us. They're dead!" One surviving Human Emperor trembled with grief, having watched his brothers perish before his eyes.
"Master, we must avenge them!"
Those words spread downward, shocking everyone who heard them.
All eyes turned once more to the ordinary-looking old man.
Unbelievable.
This old Taoist,
Was terrifyingly strong.
Five Human Emperors joined forces, and he killed two with a single sword, both among the strongest. If he struck again, wouldn't the remaining three also fall?
Scalps tingled.
Even those forces only slightly weaker than the six holy lands swallowed nervously. Earlier, rumors had spread throughout the Eastern Region that Donglin Sect was declining, and many had secretly coveted its status.
Now it was clear
A skinny camel was still larger than a horse.
With just Chu Xun alone, Donglin Sect could annihilate their sects with ease.
Too strong.
This strength,
Was shocking.
Swoosh!
Qin Yu's pupils erupted with murderous intent. His long hair whipped wildly in the wind as a golden spear appeared in his palm.
"Chu Xun, you must die!" he roared.
In such a short time, the Xiandao Sect had lost three Human Emperors, all above the fifth realm. The sect's foundation had been violently shaken.
And it was all because of Chu Xun.
His killing intent surged to its peak.
Elder Wang, who had been suppressing the forbidden area, tried to intervene, but Qin Yu merely roared and casually slapped his palm forward.
The already weakened Elder Wang was sent flying, nearly killed on the spot.
Swoosh!
The golden spear exuded endless coldness as it stabbed straight toward Chu Xun.
Xiao Rongyu and the others felt the bone-piercing chill and were horrified. Only now did they truly understand how terrifying a Ninth-Realm Human Emperor was, something utterly beyond ordinary comprehension.
"River Sword Intent!"
Chu Xun's expression turned solemn.
This was his first time facing a Ninth-Realm Human Emperor head-on. Without the sacred weapon in his hand, he wouldn't even dare to try. Even now, wielding the Ivy Sword, he had no delusions of slaying his opponent, he was merely resisting.
Buzz!
A vast galaxy surged forth.
This time, there were no visible water droplets, yet it felt as though there were countless of them, formed entirely of minute sword intent, weaving together into a mighty galactic barrier.
Puff!
The golden spear seemed to sink into a swamp.
It was forcibly halted by the sword intent. The profundity of the River Sword Intent revealed itself, it truly managed to block the attack.
The patriarch of the Nangong clan, who had been frowning the entire time, finally relaxed slightly.
"It's not that Chu Xun is too strong," he said slowly. "It's the sword, there's something special about it."
"A sacred weapon," murmured several sect leaders at once.
The leaders of the Shenxing Sect, Tianji Sect, Goddess Palace, and Zhenwu Sect all recognized it, their expressions grave.
A sacred weapon, refined by a saint.
Normally, only a saint could fully unleash such power. Even a Ninth-Realm Human Emperor might struggle to control one. That was why, despite their status, none of them carried a sacred weapon.
Yet Chu Xun,
Not only wielded it, but unleashed terrifying might.
"This sword resembles the Taixuan Sword… but it's even better," someone whispered.
"So this is the true foundation of Donglin Sect," Jiang Zhenshan sighed. "No wonder it has stood firm in the Eastern Region for three thousand years."
"Elder Chu…!" Elder Wang stared in disbelief.
He knew better than anyone how powerful Qin Yu was. And yet Chu Xun could confront him head-on with a single sword.
Elder Wang He and Elder Jiang were overwhelmed with joy, but that joy quickly turned to worry.
They knew the truth.
Chu Xun's current strength was an illusion, like a reflection in water, fragile and fleeting. He relied entirely on the sacred weapon, and they understood the terrifying consumption such a weapon demanded.
It couldn't last long.
And Qin Yu's momentum was still rising.
Even though his spear had been blocked, his state remained unaffected. In fact, this was merely him adapting to and mobilizing the vast energy within his body.
What followed,
Would be the most terrifying moment.
"Elder Chu, retreat to the sect, now!" Elder Jiang urged urgently, seizing the moment to pull back.
As long as they returned to the sect, no matter how strong Qin Yu was, he wouldn't dare take another step forward, or be crushed by the grand formation.
"I can't leave," Chu Xun said gravely.
He could clearly sense the danger. Qin Yu's golden spear was still accumulating power. If he retreated even half a step now, he would fall into irreversible peril.
Returning to the sect,
Was nothing but a fantasy.
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Just applied for the contract, wish me luck guys.