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Chapter 164: Slaying the Great Demon King, the Terrifying Sword Sovereign!
Chapter 164: Slaying the Great Demon King, the Terrifying Sword Sovereign!
In the entire city, all the swords and flying swords began to vibrate, exciting the cultivators within. They even lifted their own swords and held them up in the air.
"It's the Sword Will of the Supporting Sword Sovereign!"
"The Supporting Sword Sovereign has heard our cries!"
"This Sword Will belongs to the Supporting Sword Sovereign!"
"Such a vast Sword Will should be able to rival the Six-Headed Flood Dragon!"
"Where is the Supporting Sword Sovereign? Could he be in the city?"
A deafening clamor erupted within the city, and everyone was filled with excitement.
Clang!
The sound of unsheathed blades suddenly drowned out the bustling crowd. Countless swords rose into the sky, their tips pointing upward and hovering at the same height. Their number exceeded a million, and the radiance of their blades shone brightly, piercing through the falling snow.
At the Supplementary Heaven Platform, Gu Zong stood up, and the other disciples followed suit, all gazing up at the swords in the sky.
Di Xie stood on the edge of the roof, witnessing this spectacle. As a great demon with the cultivation of the Xuan Heart Realm, his face was filled with disbelief.
"Such Sword Will..."
Di Xie muttered to himself. After spending so many years in the Grand Mystery Sect, he had a deep understanding of the Supporting Sword Sovereign's Sword Will. He had thought that he had overestimated the Supporting Sword Sovereign, but now he realized how unfathomable the latter truly was.
Even with his cultivation at the third layer of the Xuan Heart Realm, Di Xie felt a sense of awe in the face of this overwhelming Sword Will.
Under the gaze of the entire city, over a million swords flew northward in unison. Their sword qi erupted, dispersing the snow in the sky and becoming an unstoppable force. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared beyond the horizon, slicing the white sky in half to reveal the blue sky above, creating a majestic and beautiful scene.
Gu Zong's hair was tousled by the strong wind, and he looked toward the direction where the million swords had vanished, a smile appearing on his face, replacing the worried frown from earlier.
"Six-Headed Flood Dragon, I wonder if you can withstand the strongest sword of the Grand Mystery Sect?"
...
In the Great Ginger Dynasty, at the northern border.
Countless cultivators flew northward in an unending stream, like a rain of arrows. Their numbers were vast, and they parted the snow-filled sky, creating a spectacular sight.
Following their flight path, ten thousand miles away on the demon battlefield, the Six-Headed Flood Dragon had already leaped across the bottomless canyon. Countless demons followed suit, crossing the gorge and charging toward the human realm.
The Six-Headed Flood Dragon held a Great Xuan Heart Realm cultivator in his grasp, who struggled futilely, unable to break free from his grip.
A thousand zhang away, Great Xuan Heart Realm cultivators continuously cast their spells and unleashed their supernatural powers, but to no avail. Their attacks had no effect on the Six-Headed Flood Dragon, and they couldn't even break through his armor.
Meteorite-like rocks fell like rain, crashing down on the demon army, but the Six-Headed Flood Dragon showed no intention of protecting his followers.
As he advanced, he tossed the Great Xuan Heart Realm cultivator in his hand into his mouth, chewing as his six dragon heads twisted and scanned the surroundings. From time to time, he would reach out and pull distant, half-dead demons through the air, swallowing them whole. Blood rained down, and the edges of each dragon head's mouth were stained red, creating a horrifying sight.
His posture exuded laziness and arrogance.
The Great Xuan Heart Realm cultivators couldn't help but feel despair. They had never felt so powerless, not even when facing Jing Tuxian from the Cloud-Flower Sect, because he had died too quickly. But now, they truly understood the might of the Great Vehicle Realm.
Lu Lingjun stood on top of the White Spirit Demon Emperor, her hair disheveled and her right shoulder bleeding profusely, with blood bubbles forming continuously. From afar, she stared at the Six-Headed Flood Dragon, her eyes filled with unwillingness.
"We can't hurt him at all! If this continues, who knows when we'll end up in his mouth!"
The White Spirit Demon Emperor despaired, lacking the aura of a Combined Realm being. At that moment, he only wanted to flee the battlefield.
Lu Lingjun took a deep breath, knowing that continuing the fight would only lead to pointless sacrifices.
She harbored thoughts of retreating, and not just from the battlefield, but from the continent itself.
Just then, she seemed to sense something, and she abruptly turned her head, her eyes widening in disbelief.
Behind her, the sky was vast and white, with snow covering everything. Snow mist blew toward her with the wind.
It wasn't just her; more and more cultivators began to sense something and turned to look.
Cang Hai, the patriarch of the Celestial Sect, with disheveled hair and a bloodied body, held a large cauldron in his right hand. Countless azure lights burst forth from the cauldron, sweeping across the battlefield. Wherever they passed, blood flowers bloomed, but his attacks were equally ineffective against the Six-Headed Flood Dragon.
He suddenly sidestepped, his eyes widening as he stared behind him.
The Six-Headed Flood Dragon, who was advancing and feeding at the same time, also seemed to sense something. His six dragon heads turned simultaneously toward the front.
His six dragon faces twisted into hideous expressions as they roared toward the front, their dragon roars shaking the heavens and the earth. Countless cultivators and demons of lower cultivation levels had their seven orifices bleeding from the force of the roar.
The Six-Headed Flood Dragon raised his hand, and demon qi burst forth from his palm. A huge bone knife appeared out of thin air, which he grasped with both hands and slashed furiously toward the front.
As the knife slashed, demon qi surged like waves, transforming into black dragons that rushed toward the end of the world, sweeping through everything in their path. Cultivators who failed to dodge in time were struck and instantly reduced to ashes.
Boom!
A thunderous rumble reverberated from the end of the world, and sword light illuminated the sky. A terrifying sword qi approached at a speed far surpassing that of the black dragon's demon qi, leaving countless cultivators in its wake.
These cultivators felt as if the world had suddenly brightened, and then they were enveloped by a mysterious and vast sword will. Their pupils dilated as swords surrounded by sword qi streaked past them, forcefully entering their field of vision.
Lu Lingjun's cultivation was high, and her reflexes were quick, but she was still overwhelmed by the countless swords. She dared not move, and could only watch as the swords flew towards the Six-Headed Flood Dragon.
Her eyes widened in shock as she took in the sight.
Before she knew it, the massive sword qi formed by the gathering of millions of swords forcefully dispersed the demonic black dragons, rushing towards the Six-Headed Flood Dragon.
The Six-Headed Flood Dragon reacted swiftly, and after swinging his knife, the six dragon heads simultaneously opened their mouths, spewing out rolling flames that resembled a burning celestial river engulfing the sky.
Boom—
The flames were scattered, and the massive body of the Six-Headed Flood Dragon was hit, causing it to retreat again and again, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, like a heavy rain showering onto the ground.
After seven steps, the Six-Headed Flood Dragon stopped, and the million sword crowd had already pierced through its body, drawing an upward arc in the sky behind it before hovering in the air.
Countless cultivators, demons, and monsters stared intently, and as the demonic energy dissipated, the dragon heads fell to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.
The terrifying body of the Six-Headed Flood Dragon was riddled with holes, so dense that it made one's scalp go numb, and its vitality had already been severed.
The sword intent of the Tai Cang Jing Shen Sword forcefully dispersed its primordial spirit, and its demonic core floated among the myriad of swords in the sky.
The world fell silent!
Whether they were human cultivators or demons and monsters, they all stared in disbelief at what had just transpired.
Had the almost invincible Six-Headed Flood Dragon just died like that?
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...
The million sword crowd began to fly towards the direction of the Great Cang Imperial Court, and the sound of breaking through the air rang incessantly in their ears, breaking the silence.
"The Supporting Sword Sovereign! It's our Tai Xuan Gate's Supporting Sword Sovereign!"
A great cultivator shouted in wild joy. He was not alone, as those who had felt the sword intent on the Supplementary Heaven Platform were all excited, shouting out the name of the Supporting Sword Sovereign.
Lu Lingjun looked up at the million swords in the sky, which resembled a meteor shower, and her eyes were filled with complex emotions.
The White Spirit Demon Emperor beneath her feet also stared in amazement, unable to speak.
"Kill—"
Liang Canghai shouted loudly, his voice equally excited. With his command, the cultivators of the Cangtian Sect took the lead in charging towards the demon army.
Witnessing the death of the Six-Headed Flood Dragon, the demon army immediately scattered, and they all began to flee in panic. The demon kings even leaped into the air, retreating at full speed back to the demon realm.
The vast sword crowd soared over mountains and lakes, causing cultivators, commoners, and demons along the way to look up in awe.
The Great Ginger Imperial Court, the Great Chen Imperial Court, the Northern Sea Mountains...
Xuanyu Zhenren stood on a hillside, looking at the sword crowd flying in from the horizon, his eyes filled with confusion.
Just moments ago, he had seen the million sword crowd flying towards the north. How had they returned so quickly?
He watched as the million sword crowd disappeared into the distance, then stood there, deep in thought.
During the flight, Gu An had appeared out of thin air amidst the sword-wielding crowd, seized the demonic core of the Six-Headed Flood Dragon, and then vanished.
He returned to the Xuangu Pavilion, and no one knew that he had been gone for two breaths' worth of time.
He manipulated the million sword crowd back to the outer gate city with his divine sense, and with his Nirvana Realm memory and insight, he returned each of the million swords to their respective owners, causing the entire city to boil with excitement.
Killing the Six-Headed Flood Dragon had earned Gu An eight hundred years of lifespan, far less than what the eighth-rank spirit tree had given him.
Gu An picked up Xun Chun Dao Zhang and calmed himself down.
He wondered if his actions this time would bring about the demon tribulation.
If the demon tribulation were to arrive early, he would have no choice but to go on a killing spree and reach a lifespan of tens of millions of years as soon as possible.
He did not want to slaughter innocents and descend into madness, but for the sake of his survival, he would have to set aside his principles.
In the process of taking lifespans, Gu An always worried about killing too much and forming a heart demon or sin. Such occurrences were not uncommon in the cultivation world, so he tried to rely on flowers and plants to extend his lifespan as much as possible.
Of course, he was even more afraid that killing too much would attract enemies that he could not defeat.
He tried not to think about these things and instead turned his thoughts to what new lifespan functions would be unlocked once he reached a lifespan of tens of millions of years.
...
Within the outer gate city.
Di Xie looked at the ecstatic cultivators on the Supplementary Heaven Platform, his expression dazed.
With his perception, he could sense that the demonic energy of the Six-Headed Flood Dragon had dissipated.
How long had it been?
The Supporting Sword Sovereign had actually succeeded in killing the Six-Headed Flood Dragon by borrowing the power of others' swords...
Di Xie was familiar with the Six-Headed Flood Dragon, and though he disliked the demon, he had to admit that it was powerful, ranking among the top tier of the seventy-two great demon kings.
Just how strong was the Supporting Sword Sovereign to be able to easily kill the Six-Headed Flood Dragon?
Di Xie suddenly felt that the outcome of the upcoming two-race war was difficult to predict.
The Supporting Sword Sovereign might become the biggest obstacle for his father.
He was not worried, and even felt a sense of anticipation.
Compared to the atmosphere of the demon race, he preferred the environment of the Tai Xuan Gate, as at least there was no infighting among disciples.
Di Xie looked up into the distance, a mocking expression on his face, and wondered curiously, "Demon Master, you think highly of yourself and believe that you can predict the heavens and the earth. Can you foresee the Supporting Sword Sovereign?"
He took a step forward and walked onto the Supplementary Heaven Platform, preparing to continue observing the sword intent of the Supporting Sword Sovereign.
He had a premonition that the sword intent of the Supporting Sword Sovereign would be the greatest opportunity he would encounter in his life!
It's coming! It's coming!
(End of Chapter)
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