"HA!"

Witnessing this, Liao Kong's eyes nearly split with rage, his years of silent meditation shattering in that instant. With a furious shout, his cultivation level skyrocketed to that of a Great Grandmaster. However, because he had broken his meditation prematurely, this Great Grandmaster cultivation level was only temporary and would soon decline.

"Demon, meet your death!"

He seemed to transform into a wrathful Vajra. With a roar like that of a lion, he actually managed to repel Bi Shouxuan, a Mid-level Grandmaster.

However, he was, after all, only a temporary Great Grandmaster. As Bi Shouxuan charged again, and with other Great Grandmasters like Wen Caiting joining the battlefield, the world-renowned abbot of the Pure Zen Sect, Master Liao Kong, was quickly obliterated by their combined might.

Cihang Temple has lost! Emperor Li Shimin, hiding within the crowd, watched this scene and sighed inwardly. He had intended to recruit Cihang Temple to help him contend for supremacy over the world, but it was over before it had even begun.

"From now on, Cihang Temple and the Pure Zen Sect are likely to vanish from the river of history," Li Mi murmured, his eyes flashing with insight.

Although Fan Qinghui, Song Que, and other disciples were still fighting, the situation on the battlefield was already clear. Fan Qinghui was no match for Shangshang and would likely be defeated in a few more moves. As for the other disciples, they were being utterly crushed in a one-sided slaughter.

The only battle not showing clear signs of defeat was the one between Heavenly Blade Song Que and Zhu Yuyan.

Song Que, wielding the Narcissus Knife, executed the Sky Sword Eight Techniques. He moved like a bolt of lightning, each slash of his knife following the last in rapid succession. Countless intersecting streams of knife energy filled the sky, each one like water, weaving together into an impenetrable net of blades. Everyone who witnessed this felt as if an endless mountain of blades was crashing down upon them—bone-piercingly sharp, yet relentless and unceasing like flowing water.

"Is this the world-famous Sky Sword Eight Techniques? So powerful!"

Countless experts were shocked and stunned. They hadn't expected Song Que, who had secluded himself in Lingnan for twenty years, to reappear immeasurably stronger than before. It was terrifying. It seemed his choice to marry an unattractive woman and devote himself entirely to his blade practice, eschewing the pleasures of the boudoir, had paid off significantly. Indeed, women only slow down the speed of drawing one's blade.

But the most shocking was Zhu Yuyan. She moved like a specter. With a flick of her hands, two Black Long Silks shot out like demon dragons bursting from their lairs—swift, eerie, cunning, and terrifying. Though the Long Silks were soft, empowered by Heavenly Demon True Qi, they became tougher and sharper than refined steel. The surrounding Heavenly Demon Field seemed to transform into a Dark Demon Abyss that devoured everything. Even Song Que found himself suppressed within it.

BOOM!

The heavens roared, and terrifying shockwaves swept across the area. Neither combatant could gain an advantage.

"Zhu Yuyan, my Blade-Honing Hall never listed your name, yet I'm surprised you've reached this stage!" Song Que declared, an intense knife aura surrounding him, the invisible force crushing the void. His powerful voice boomed in all directions. "But I, Song Que, am here today! You want to destroy Cihang Temple? Absolutely impossible!"

He might not be able to defeat Zhu Yuyan completely, but she couldn't overcome him either. As for the other Great Grandmasters of the Yin Gui Sect, he paid them no mind. They were nothing more than clay chickens and pottery dogs to him; a single slash could eliminate them.

"Is that so?"

Zhu Yuyan suddenly smiled, a captivating expression of exquisite beauty that seemed to dim the heavens and earth. Her voice, cold yet melodious, carried an endless allure. "At this point, it's time to end this!"

Song Que felt a sudden surge of unease. Could Zhu Yuyan possibly have a trump card?

BOOM.

A dazzling brilliance, as blinding as a miniature sun, suddenly erupted before Zhu Yuyan. With its appearance, black cracks began to spiderweb across the void. A terrifying Divine Aura swept over everyone's spirit like a tide.

A sense of dread washed over everyone. It was as if they were suffocating, their backs seemingly burdened by a mountain. They became hunched, and countless Martial Artists could not help but prostrate themselves on the ground, hearts pounding, their guts wrenched with fear. Deep in their hearts, they felt a great and profound terror.

"What is this?"

Song Que's hand, gripping the Narcissus Knife, trembled. His legs shook violently as he stared intently at the blinding ball of light, utterly horrified. Inside, there seems to be a sword! A fearsome Divine Sword, beyond any description!

The blinding Holy Light slowly receded, and a crystal-clear Longsword materialized in the sky. Everyone gazed upon the sword, feeling not the slightest stir of excitement, only infinite fear.

"This sword is named the Yao Guang Holy Sword!" Zhu Yuyan grasped its hilt and spoke faintly, "It is a legacy Holy Soldier from another world's Yao Guang Holy Land, forged from Silver Moon Divine Jade, one of the Nine Heavens Divine Jades!"

"Yao Guang Holy Land was annihilated by the followers of the God of Hongmeng in that world, and this sword became one of his collectibles!"

"To kill you, I specifically borrowed this Holy Soldier from him!"

"To die beneath the Yao Guang Holy Sword is an honor for you!"

When Zhu Yuyan had realized she couldn't overcome Song Que, she had thought of borrowing a powerful weapon from her group members to defeat him. Ye Hei had directly gifted her this Yao Guang Holy Sword. To Ye Hei, who had achieved Sanctification Major Completion, a Holy Soldier was nothing remarkable. He had many such items in his possession. Never mind Holy Soldiers; he had even collected quite a few Emperor Soldiers.

Song Que's pupils constricted. Another world? A Holy Soldier from Yao Guang Holy Land? That fearsome Longsword is actually a Holy Soldier from a Holy Land in another world? Does this mean Zhu Yuyan's claims about the God of Hongmeng are true? Are there really gods in this world?

SWISH!

Before he could ponder any further, Zhu Yuyan gently swung the Yao Guang Holy Sword.

The sword light flashed.

A head fell to the ground.

Heavenly Blade Song Que.

Dead.

HISS!

All onlookers' eyes widened.

Their minds went blank.

A dead silence fell over the world.

The sound of a pin drop could be heard.

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