Heavenly Sword Saint
Roar!
The golden dragon surged across the ancient palace, carrying an overwhelming pressure that caused the surrounding space to tremble.
Long Tian's sword glowed brilliantly.
This was his strongest martial technique.
Imperial Dragon Slash.
It was a Heaven grade sword art passed down through the imperial family of the Great Eternal Divine Dynasty.
With this strike, he intended to end Jian Chen once and for all.
The Lin Clan geniuses stared intently.
In their eyes...
No matter how monstrous Jian Chen was, he had already been pierced through the heart and poisoned.
There was no way he could survive.
Jian Chen quietly watched the approaching dragon shaped sword qi.
His white robes were stained crimson with blood.
His aura was weakening with every breath.
Yet his eyes remained calm.
"The sword..."
He whispered.
"...is meant to cut through all obstacles."
He slowly raised his sword.
There was no terrifying spiritual energy.
No dazzling light.
Only a single, ordinary slash.
Whoosh!
The silver sword flashed.
For a brief instant...
Time itself seemed to freeze.
The roaring golden dragon suddenly stopped.
Then
Crack!
A fine line appeared down its center.
Boom!
The entire dragon shaped sword qi split into two before exploding into countless fragments of light.
Long Tian's pupils shrank.
"What?!"
Before he could react
Jian Chen appeared before him.
So fast.
No one had seen him move.
Slash!
Long Tian instinctively raised his sword to block.
Clang!
The collision produced a deafening sound.
The immense force threw Long Tian backward dozens of meters.
His arms went numb.
Cracks spread across his treasured sword.
Another crack echoed.
Snap!
The golden sword shattered into countless pieces.
Long Tian stared at the broken hilt in disbelief.
"My Imperial Dragon Sword..."
"It... broke?"
The entire palace fell silent.
The Lin Clan geniuses stood frozen.
That sword was a treasured weapon bestowed by the imperial family.
Yet Jian Chen had destroyed it with a single strike.
Long Tian's expression twisted with rage.
"You bastard!"
"You dare destroy my sword!"
Jian Chen looked at him indifferently.
"I should have destroyed your life instead."
Those words made Long Tian's face pale.
For the first time...
He felt fear.
Even while dying...
Jian Chen still possessed the strength to kill him.
At that moment
Cough!
Jian Chen suddenly spat out a large mouthful of black blood.
His body swayed violently.
The poison had spread throughout his body.
His vision gradually blurred.
Long Tian immediately noticed the change.
His fearful expression instantly turned into a sinister smile.
"So that's it."
"You're finally reaching your limit."
"Hahaha!"
"I almost forgot."
"The Soul Devouring Poison doesn't simply destroy the body."
"It devours the meridians."
"It corrodes the dantian."
"It consumes your very soul."
"The more you fight..."
"The faster you die."
Jian Chen lowered his gaze.
His blood had turned completely black.
His heartbeat was growing weaker.
He knew...
He didn't have much time left.
Long Tian raised his hand.
"Everyone!"
"Attack together!"
"I don't believe he can stop all of us again!"
The surviving Lin Clan geniuses hesitated.
Moments ago, Jian Chen had shattered Long Tian's treasured sword with a single strike.
The fear in their hearts had not faded.
"Did you not hear my command?"
Long Tian roared.
"If he escapes today..."
"The Jian Clan will destroy every one of your families!"
Hearing this, the remaining geniuses clenched their weapons.
One by one...
They charged.
More than twenty attacks descended upon Jian Chen at once.
The palace shook violently.
Jian Chen smiled faintly.
There was neither despair nor fear in his eyes.
Only regret.
"I regret..."
"...that I trusted the wrong person."
He looked toward Lin Xue'er.
She remained silent.
Her expression was as cold as ever.
Jian Chen slowly closed his eyes.
When he opened them once more...
A terrifying Sword Intent burst from his body.
His blood essence ignited.
His remaining spiritual energy erupted without reservation.
Boom!
A pillar of silver light shot into the sky.
The countless broken swords buried within the palace trembled violently before soaring into the air.
Ten thousand ancient swords floated behind Jian Chen.
Each one pointed toward the enemies before him.
The scene was so shocking that everyone stopped in their tracks.
Long Tian's face instantly lost all color.
"This..."
"This is impossible!"
"How can a dying man control ten thousand swords?"
Jian Chen slowly raised his right hand.
His voice echoed throughout the palace like the judgment of heaven.
"You wanted the inheritance."
"You wanted my life."
"Then..."
"Face the wrath..."
"...of my sword."
His hand fell.
In the next instant...
Ten thousand ancient swords descended like a heavenly storm.