That bronze cauldron was a projection of the Qian Cauldron, containing its primordial power and supreme laws, making it indestructible.
However, Yue Zifeng's sword strike severed the projection of the Qian Cauldron, cleaving Qian Jie, whom the cauldron was trying to protect, in two.
Qian Jie's terrified eyes slowly parted, the distance between them growing ever wider.
This sword strike seemed to have severed the shackles of space and time, slowing the flow of time itself. The visual impact was so intense that even the most powerful genius would feel their soul tremble.
"Zifeng..."
Xia Chen exclaimed, and a talisman flew out, enveloping Yue Zifeng as he fell headlong into the air.
At this moment, Yue Zifeng's long, jet-black hair visibly turned white. This sword strike had almost exhausted his essence and spirit; clearly, this earth-shattering attack had cost him dearly.
Yue Zifeng was the commander of the Fourth Legion of the Dragon Blood Legion, but his attack power had always been the highest among all legion commanders.
However, sword cultivators have two fatal flaws: a weak physical body and insufficient primordial power.
Perhaps this is the way of Heaven; it bestowed upon sword cultivators the strongest offensive power in the world, but also gave them weak defense and short bursts of power.
Even someone as strong as Yue Zifeng could not overcome these two flaws. Therefore, for many years, he cultivated day and night, compressing his power to the extreme, and his control over his power reached an almost abnormal level.
Because the primordial power of a sword cultivator is too precious, he would never waste a single drop. But even with the most energy-efficient fighting style, primordial power was never enough, and Yue Zifeng still exhausted his primordial power.
"Zifeng..."
The talisman, like a blanket, wrapped around Yue Zifeng and brought him before the crowd. Seeing Yue Zifeng's eyes closed and his white hair like snow, everyone's hearts ached.
They knew that Yue Zifeng had paid a huge price for this sword strike; even his sword will showed signs of collapse.
"Boom..."
Just then, a loud noise rang out. Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw that Qian Ding, which had been cleaved
in two by Yue Zifeng's sword, was slowly beginning to fuse back together. Incredibly, even Qian Jie, who had been split in two, was beginning to reunite.
"How is this possible?"
Xia Chen exclaimed in shock. With a flick of his wrist, a golden talisman shot through the void like lightning, striking Qian Jie.
"Boom!"
A deafening explosion resounded as the talisman shattered a hundred miles away from Qian Jie, struck by a terrifying force.
At that moment, the faces of everyone in the Dragon Blood Legion changed. Yue Zifeng's desperate attack had failed to kill Qian Jie. Was there anyone in this world who could defeat him?
"A bunch of ants, daring to kill my carefully nurtured weapon slave? You are too naive.
Qian Jie possesses a trace of my primal power. As long as I am here, no one in this world can kill him.
Ants, you have wasted too much of my time and consumed too much of my primal power. Now, you will pay the price for your foolish actions!" Qian Ding's voice was filled with boundless rage.
With its roar, the heavens trembled, and its violent divine might was released haphazardly, causing the laws of the heavens to become completely chaotic.
"Buzz!"
Just then, Qian Jie's body trembled, and his cleaved body actually fused together under the power of the Qian Ding.
However, a shocking scar remained from his brow to his chin.
The Qian Ding roared, "Tear them apart..."
"Boom!"
The bronze cauldron above Qian Jie's head enveloped him in endless divine radiance, carrying supreme divine might as it charged straight towards the Dragon Blood Legion.
"It's over, the Dragon Blood Legion is finished. With the Qian Ding protecting him, Qian Jie is practically immortal.
Unless someone can destroy the Qian Ding, no one in this world can kill him." A bystander sighed.
This bystander was from the Nine Heavens World. Although he had previously participated in the struggle for the Qian Kun Cauldron, he still hoped that the Dragon Blood Legion could survive.
Unfortunately, with the protection of the Qian Ding, Qian Jie was practically an unkillable monster. Perhaps, the only one in the entire Dragon Blood Legion who could threaten the Qian Ding was Yue Zifeng.
However, Yue Zifeng had already fallen into a coma, his life hanging in the balance, and the Dragon Blood Legion had no power left to resist Qian Jie.
Before a Chaos Artifact, even a broken one, everyone was still an ant. Even the most outstanding geniuses were nothing more than slightly stronger ants to the Qian Ding.
"Die!"
Qian Jie roared, his face twisted like a vengeful ghost. If it weren't for the Qian Ding's intervention, he would have been dead by Yue Zifeng's sword strike.
Qian Jie was a peerless genius who had never encountered an opponent before becoming the Qian Ding's weapon slave.
After becoming a weapon slave, he swept across the world, and those who could withstand even a punch or a kick from him were extremely rare.
However, today, he suffered a great loss in front of the Dragon Blood Legion and was almost killed by Yue Zifeng's sword. This filled him with shock, anger, and fear.
He knew that he had become a weapon slave because Qian Ding had recognized his talent and potential.
If one day a prodigy with even greater talent and potential appeared, Qian Ding would likely kill him. This
was because Qian Ding could only have one weapon slave, and the contract couldn't be terminated midway; to change slaves, the slave had to die.
Looking at the unconscious Yue Zifeng, Qian Jie gritted his teeth, countless Qian Dao runes gathering on his right arm to form a golden arm armor, and he slammed down with a powerful punch.
Li Qi and Song Mingyuan exchanged a glance, took a deep breath, and simultaneously formed hand seals.
"Boom..."
A massive shield rapidly condensed, but it shattered the moment it appeared.
Li Qi and Song Mingyuan's faces turned deathly pale. They were prepared to risk their lives to create the strongest shield to withstand this attack.
However, Qian Jie's punch contained the supreme will of Qian Ding; their techniques didn't even have a chance to materialize.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
Gu Yang, Li Qi, and Song Mingyuan simultaneously took a step forward, their faces resolute, unable to muster any magical powers.
They could only use their flesh and blood to resist; although it seemed foolish, they would fight for even the slightest chance of survival.
"Clang!"
Just then, a zither sound filled with killing intent rang out, followed by a white ripple enveloping a sonic blade that slashed at Qian Jie's arm armor.
"Boom!"
With a loud explosion, the ripples spread, creating waves that stretched for miles. Qian Jie's arm armor was shattered by the sonic blade, turning into countless flying runes. He himself let out a muffled groan and was sent flying far away like a rolling gourd.
"What?!"
People were shocked. What kind of being could withstand an attack containing the power of the Qian Dao?
"Whoosh!"
The ripples slowly dissipated, and people saw a woman in purple robes, holding an ancient zither, sitting cross-legged in the void.