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Chapter 150 - CHAPTER 153:Whoever Crosses This Line, I Will Kill Whoever

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"Die!!!"

A loud laugh erupted as several Void Transformation Realm powerhouses struck simultaneously. Their combined power formed a wave of destruction that split the heavens and earth, streaked across the sun and moon, and surged toward the eight-armed giant ape. The void itself was annihilated, turning into dust. This single strike could shatter three thousand worlds.

"Roar!!!"

Facing this catastrophic force, the eight-armed giant ape roared defiantly. Though it knew it couldn't withstand the blow, its eyes remained fierce and unyielding. It was outmatched, its strength depleted, and this wave of annihilation was unstoppable. But retreating was not an option. Behind it were its kin and its child. If it stepped back now, they would all perish.

Boom!

Just as the wave was about to pierce the ape's body, a sudden light burst from the sky, followed by a crack of thunder.

A figure riding a sword surged in from the Western Desert, crossing the nineteen great states in an instant. A single sword radiance sliced through the void.

"Little monkey!"

A voice rang out as a sword of thunder cut through the annihilating wave, reaching the battlefield faster than the speed of light.

Clang!

The wave of destruction, filled with an aura of ruin, collided with the Thunder Sword Ray. The explosion that followed was deafening, causing the heavens and earth to tremble.

In the stunned gazes of countless onlookers, the terrifying energy was split in two by the sword. The crimson wave was cleaved down the center, deflected to either side. Mountains were penetrated, and two deep ravines carved into the land. From the sky, one could see that the entire 100,000 Mountains now bore the mark of a massive "äșș"—a human-shaped scar etched into the earth.

Light filled the sky, and as the destruction gradually dissipated, peace returned.

All eyes turned toward the battlefield.

Amid the clearing smoke, a white-clad youth with black hair like ink and starry eyes stood silently in front of the eight-armed giant ape, sword in hand. The wind stirred his hair and clothes as he faced the remnants of chaos.

The eight-armed giant ape stared in stunned disbelief. It lowered its massive head and looked at the youth.

This human... was he not the same child it had once spared and sent away from the 100,000 Mountains years ago?

In just a few years, this boy had grown powerful enough to block an attack even the giant ape itself could not withstand?

From the ape's palm, a small, scorched black-haired monkey stirred and slowly sat up. Its hazy eyes looked forward.

"Little monkey, long time no see."

Shen Lian turned his head and smiled softly. The little monkey's eyes widened in recognition.

"Haw!!"

It let out a joyous cry and suddenly leaped onto Shen Lian's shoulder, wrapping its small arms around his neck and nuzzling into his back like it did in the past.

Seeing this, the fierce look on the eight-armed giant ape's face softened into a rare smile.

"Is that the Sword God in White?"

Someone among the crowd recognized him, uncertain at first, then gasping in realization.

"It's really him!"

"Didn't he disappear into the Western Desert? Why is he here?"

"Three years ago he slaughtered five family heads of the Taixuan Sword Sect—he vanished after that. Now he's returned!"

"He's still so young... is he trying to oppose the Divine Realm?"

The cultivators watching from afar were shocked.

Shen Lian, the Sword God in White, was undeniably the most gifted swordsman of the past century in the Cangxuan Realm. Among the younger generation, he stood alone at the peak. But compared to legendary swordmasters like Ling Jianhou or the Tian Gun King, he was considered a newcomer.

Three years ago, Shen Lian's greatest feat had been slaying the Wei Family patriarch, who had broken through with forbidden medicine. While shocking, this was still far from the world-shaking accomplishments of older masters who had once dominated entire eras.

"Ling Jianhou?"

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes.

Ling Jianhou, who rose to fame seven centuries ago, once beheaded three Void Transformation Realm experts in the Northern Plains. His legend had long since become a symbol of kendo supremacy in the Cangxuan Realm. Countless sword cultivators revered him as their lifelong goal.

Ling Jianhou looked calmly at Shen Lian. "I've heard much about the genius of our kendo world. In your twenties, and already in the Void Transformation Realm. Cutting down a Void Transformation cultivator with a single slash—you've proven yourself worthy of mention."

He continued, "Since you know who I am, you should understand that I represent the peak of kendo in our realm. I don't know why you're protecting this ape, but as my junior, if you stand down now, I'll overlook your offense and treat it as a momentary lapse."

The other Void Transformation Realm experts frowned but didn't speak. They seemed to silently agree with Ling Jianhou's offer.

Shen Lian remained calm. He raised his sword and gently slashed the air in front of him.

In an instant, a clean cut split the earth, a straight line ten meters long.

The air grew tense. The expressions of the Void Transformation Realms darkened.

"What do you mean by this?"

Shen Lian looked at them and answered flatly, "Nothing complicated."

"Whoever crosses this line, I will kill."

The world fell silent.

Gasps rippled through the onlookers. They stared at Shen Lian as if he had lost his mind. Horror and disbelief filled their eyes.

Was he insane?

Among the Void Transformation Realm experts, expressions varied—some darkened with rage, others sneered, a few laughed aloud.

"Kill whoever crosses the line? Shen Lian, are you joking?" Ling Jianhou's tone turned cold despite the laughter.

"If you doubt it," Shen Lian replied calmly, "try crossing it."

He had broken into the Ninth Stage, forged two invincible sword arts, and refined his own divine path. His confidence was absolute.

Now, whoever crossed the line, would die.

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