"What is that?!"
At Jiang's Sword Mountain, elders were still stationed there despite everything. Suddenly, one of them felt the sword at his waist tremble violently—then, in the next instant, it broke free and shot into the sky.
The elder's face changed in shock.
"That's one of the Ten Famous Swords of Sword Mountain!" he cried. "It's been embedded here for thousands of years—no one has ever been able to draw it! Why would it suddenly fly away today… to seek its master?!"
Before his astonishment could fade—
Buzz! Buzz!
The entire Sword Mountain began to resonate.
One sword.
Two swords.
Three swords—
Whoosh!
In an instant, thousands of sword lights burst forth, streaking into the sky like rainbows, converging in a single direction.
The elder's expression turned pale with horror.
This was the Jiang family's sword foundation!
Even as he tried to suppress it, the sword at his waist trembled violently and tore free in the next second, transforming into a streak of light that merged into the torrent of swords. He stood there, completely dumbfounded.
Swish—
Whoosh—!
At first, the Jiang clan elders didn't understand what "Sword Comes" truly meant.
But suddenly—
They felt it.
Countless sharp sword intents surged in from the south.
Their expressions finally changed.
They turned their heads and saw it—
A vast sword dragon, roaming through the sky, roaring as it charged forward. Thousands of divine swords glimmered with cold light, their锋芒 cutting through the heavens.
Not only that—
Even the swords stored within their Void Rings broke free, responding to the call.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Endless sword lights gathered into a single swimming dragon, tearing apart demonic qi, transforming into a green radiance that pierced the world.
"Cut."
Chu Xun grasped the sword dragon and brought it down with a single slash.
Boom—!
Heaven and earth were flooded with light.
Infinite brilliance erupted.
Sword qi filled the sky.
Jiang Zhenshan.
The silver-haired elder.
The Fifth Ancestor.
All three raised their arms to shield their eyes, their hearts churning like stormy seas. Below them, the Jiang clan elders stared in utter disbelief, their minds completely blank.
"The Heavenly Demon Hidden Divine Seal!"
The demon's eyes were filled with terror for the first time—fear and disbelief intertwined.
"How is this possible?!" it roared. "You're clearly only in the Ninth Realm of the Human Emperor!"
Monstrous demonic qi surged forth as layers of black mist condensed into massive divine seals, slamming toward the sword dragon.
Boom—!
An earth-shattering collision erupted.
Jiang Zhenshan and the others were blasted backward, forced to retreat.
They saw—
A blinding sphere of light exploded, like a collapsing sun.
The shockwaves swept outward for dozens of miles. Mountains were flattened in an instant. Lakes evaporated. Everything between heaven and earth was swallowed by white light.
Boom!
A thunderous roar followed—mixed with rage, unwillingness, and despair.
The demonic qi in the sky dispersed completely.
Only sword light remained.
Eternal.
Pure.
Then—
The forbidden area of the back mountain fell into deathly silence.
After a long while—
"Dead…?" the silver-haired elder murmured blankly, disbelief written all over his face.
The demonic qi between heaven and earth was fading at a visible speed. There was only one explanation.
The demon was dead.
"That can't be right," the Seventh Clan Elder said solemnly. "What if it was another trick? A Demon Saint… dying so easily?"
"Ah—!"
Another elder forced open his Dharma Eyes, trying to peer through the lingering white light.
But the moment he did—
Sword qi pierced straight into his pupils.
Blood flowed from the corners of his eyes as he cried out in pain and shut them tightly.
"Don't open your Dharma Eyes!" Jiang Zhenshan shouted.
The elders could only wait anxiously.
Fortunately, it didn't take long.
The light gradually faded.
A figure in green stood calmly in the air.
Behind him—
Thousands of swords hovered silently.
It was Jiang's Sword Mountain.
Ten thousand swords had returned to their origin.
Jiang Zhenshan.
The silver-haired elder.
The Fifth Ancestor.
All three stood frozen, their breathing unconsciously quickening.
"Hiss—"
Jiang Zhenshan took a sharp breath, forcefully suppressing the storm in his heart. He scanned the surroundings—there was no trace of demonic qi left.
He asked tentatively, almost afraid of the answer:
"Elder Chu… where is the demon?"
"Dead," Chu Xun replied.
"…Dead?"
At that moment, the elders of the Jiang family felt as though they were trapped in a dream—awake, yet not awake.
The demon that had tormented them for days, pushed them to desperation, forced them to evacuate their entire clan—
Was simply gone.
"It's really… dead?" someone muttered dully.
"Mm."
Chu Xun nodded.
Earlier, he had opened his Heavenly Eye and seen clearly—the demon's true body was still within the formation. The first to appear was merely an incarnation, easily destroyed by the Eight Desolate Palms.
When the true body emerged, there was no need for the Ivy Sword.
Using Jiang's Ten Thousand Swords—
One slash was enough.
Gulp.
Gulp.
Jiang Zhenshan swallowed hard, his mind still dazed.
Everything had happened too quickly.
He had prepared himself for a brutal decisive battle, for catastrophic losses—
Yet it had ended so lightly, so cleanly, that it felt unreal.
"So… dreamlike," the silver-haired elder murmured.
But deep down, he knew—
If not for Chu Xun, they would have exhausted all their trump cards on the incarnation. When the true body emerged, despair would have followed.
It wasn't that the demon was weak.
It was that Chu Xun was too strong.
Then—
An absurd thought crept into everyone's mind.
A Saint.
Chu Xun had slain a Saint.
That demon had undoubtedly reached Saint-level power. Even after centuries of suppression, the strength it unleashed was infinitely close to that realm.
Yet now—
It was gone.
Killed.
Right before their eyes.
Tianji Sect.
The old man holding the Tianji Plate frowned deeply.
The demonic qi over the Jiang family had lasted less than three breaths before a dazzling sword rainbow erupted from within, slicing through the heavens and dispersing everything.
Peace returned instantly.
"…Solved?" he murmured, uncertain.
Zhenwu Sect.
The saint stared at the mirror before him. One moment, demonic qi filled the screen; the next, a sword rainbow passed, and everything vanished.
Two breaths.
That was all it took.
He tried to see more—but the Jiang family's clan-suppressing artifact blocked further窥探.
Goddess Sect.
Xiandao Sect.
Shenxing Sect.
The saints of these holy lands fell into long silence.
After a long while, someone finally spoke:
"The Jiang family… truly hides great terror."
"As expected of the oldest family in the Eastern Region."