The battle between the Kuang Sect and the Jian Sect was reaching its climax. The Kuang Sect had achieved an almost overwhelming advantage over the Jian Sect.

A massacre was now at hand. Faced with this impending slaughter, all remaining members of the Jian Sect were utterly powerless, including Ancestor Jian Mie.

But in that single instant, a sword light of absolute annihilation appeared. Wherever this devastating sword light struck, a member of the Kuang Sect died.

This resplendent beam represented total and utter extinction. The Kuang Sect Master, Zhan Yijue, moved instantly.

Several people had already fallen to this annihilating sword light, including masters at the third heaven of the World Realm. Zhan Yijue naturally could not stand by while his subordinates perished under this lethal beam, so he too erupted into motion.

His first move was to unleash the Kuang Sect's Gale Velocity Technique—a move Zhan Kuangtie had also used. However, as the Sect Master, Zhan Yijue's Gale Velocity Technique was far faster than Zhan Kuangtie's iteration.

Yet, the speed of that annihilating sword light was in no way inferior to Zhan Yijue’s, and its execution was simply too flawless. The "Sword Art: Sky-Slicing Line" was inherently the most perfect strike.

Moreover, the killer integrated it with an instantaneous teleportation technique. To successfully connect this flawless strike after even one teleportation was exceedingly difficult; it would only grow harder thereafter.

But in the blink of an eye, the devastating sword light blinked again. This was the eleventh teleportation followed by the Sky-Slicing Line, and another man from the Kuang Sect died beneath it.

And without a doubt, most of the advancing Kuang Sect members had noticed this sword light by now. Though only eleven had died, every single one of the fallen was an elite master.

So many masters, including those at the third heaven of the World Realm, had been felled by this single streak of light. And delivered by such a technique.

At this point, the Kuang Sect’s momentum was slightly checked, and every member was gripped by the same burning curiosity: how long could this sword light sustain itself? How long could they maintain the impossibly difficult rhythm of teleportation followed by the Sky-Slicing Line?

The twelfth teleportation connected to the Sky-Slicing Line; another Kuang Sect member perished. The thirteenth teleportation connected to the Sky-Slicing Line; another Kuang Sect member fell to the sword, and Zhan Yijue’s interception came too late.

The fourteenth teleportation connected to the Sky-Slicing Line; another Kuang Sect master died. This time, Zhan Yijue seemed close to intercepting, but alas, he was still just a hair short.

The fifteenth teleportation connected to the Sky-Slicing Line; Zhan Yijue was still a fraction away. The sixteenth teleportation connected to the Sky-Slicing Line; Zhan Yijue was still just a tiny bit short.

By now, he realized that with this particular technique, he was always falling short by the same minuscule margin. What was his opponent's true limit?

This chain of teleportation followed by the Sky-Slicing Line was exponentially increasing in difficulty. The seventeenth teleportation connected to the Sky-Slicing Line!

The eighteenth teleportation connected to the Sky-Slicing Line! The nineteenth teleportation connected to the Sky-Slicing Line!

The twentieth teleportation connected to the Sky-Slicing Line! Who on earth was this?

Twenty successive teleportations followed by the Sky-Slicing Line—if Zhan Yijue were performing this himself, he could absolutely not achieve twenty such sequences. To be precise, Zhan Yijue was certain he could not manage fifteen teleportations followed by the "Blade Art: Sky-Slicing Line." His maximum capability in this sequence should be ten teleportations followed by the technique.

Undoubtedly, the swordsman’s execution capability surpassed his own. Who could it be?

It should be the Son of the Sword, yet the Son of the Sword had long sworn privately not to intervene. Then who was it?

And what was this person's ultimate limit? Zhan Yijue felt a cold dread creeping into his heart.

How could one not feel a chill facing someone whose mastery of technique far exceeded one’s own? The twenty-first teleportation connected to the Sky-Slicing Line!

Wait! This time, the connection was imperfect.

The Sky-Slicing Line demanded absolute perfection; even the slightest flaw meant the sequence could not continue. However, even if the twenty-first attempt failed, achieving twenty successive teleportations before the connection was already pushing the absolute limit.

Zhan Yijue fixed his gaze on the spot where the sword light had dissipated, desperate to see who this opponent truly was. The sword light faded, and a figure gradually emerged.

It was a languid man in a green robe, lazily holding a wineskin and casually resting a sword over his shoulder, his long, flowing hair dancing in the wind. “Lu Yuan!” Zhan Yijue recognized the green-robed man and felt a measure of calm settle over him.

If it was Lu Yuan, there was reason to relax. Lu Yuan’s prowess in swordplay and combat ability was undeniable, but his critical weakness was his shallow magical power, coupled with his lack of the Seven Emotions, preventing him from reaching the fifth heaven of the World Realm, the Creation Realm.

As long as Lu Yuan remained beneath the Creation Realm, he absolutely could not be Zhan Yijue’s match, no matter how refined his technique. Lu Yuan!

At this moment, the Kuang Sect members, as well as the remaining Jian Sect disciples, focused their attention on this final arrival. Few noticed Jian Ruhai, Jian Yunzhongzu, and Qiu Qingshan who had moved simultaneously.

Seeing Lu Yuan, the Kuang Sect members recalled the devastating sword strikes and felt a chill; Lu Yuan was indeed worthy of his reputation, the one who had defeated the Son of the Sword. Such power!

But fortunately, the Kuang Sect Master, Zhan Yijue, was already engaging him. What tricks could Lu Yuan possibly pull now that the Master was present?

The Jian Sect members felt a surge of relief. Lu Yuan had finally appeared.

The current Lu Yuan was undeniably the foremost expert in the Jian Sect. However, with Zhan Yijue standing there, they feared Lu Yuan would be unable to break through the Master's blockade—he likely couldn't match Zhan Yijue.

In previous confrontations during the Kuang Sect’s attacks, the Jian Sect had witnessed Zhan Yijue’s true strength. He possessed the strongest combat power beneath the Celestial Venerable level; even Ancestor Jian Mie was far from his equal.

All focus shifted to the confrontation between Zhan Yijue and Lu Yuan. The foremost master of the Kuang Sect, and the foremost master of the Jian Sect, finally met.

However, regardless of who was asked, the general consensus was that the Kuang Sect’s top master held the advantage. Zhan Yijue possessed the strength of the sixth heaven of the World Realm; Lu Yuan was unlikely to be his equal.

Zhan Yijue looked at Lu Yuan and relaxed slightly, secure in the belief that Lu Yuan was no match for him. “Oh, Lu Yuan, you actually came.

How rare. To arrive at the Jian Sect while being pursued by Zhan Kuangtie—impressive.

You must have expended considerable effort to temporarily shake him off. But now that you are here, you may as well perish alongside the Jian Sect.” He spoke dismissively, fully convinced that Lu Yuan had only momentarily evaded Zhan Kuangtie, never believing for a second that Lu Yuan could have actually killed him.

Lu Yuan simply shrugged. “Unfortunate for you, Zhan Kuangtie is already dead.

I’ve arrived at leisure.” “Hahahaha.” Zhan Yijue burst into loud laughter. “You are quite the joker.

With your Seven Emotions missing, how could you possibly defeat Zhan Kuangtie?” He simply could not believe such a possibility existed. “Whether I am joking, you will know soon enough,” Lu Yuan replied, placing his hand on his sword hilt.

Zhan Yijue nodded as well. “You are perfectly correct.

Zhan Kuangtie was merely momentarily distracted by your maneuvering, but it matters little. Today, as his senior brother, I will clean up the mess and bury both the Jian Sect and you, Lu Yuan, right here.” He let out a great roar and thrust his spear forward.

This strike was akin to the cracking of the firmament. Heaven and earth split apart for this single spear thrust!

This was a technique from the Pangu Spear Arts, a style handed down from the Civilization of the Axe. A single thrust could cleave the heavens.

Zhan Yijue’s battle experience was profound. He had already recognized Lu Yuan’s exquisite swordsmanship moments before, so he chose not to engage in a duel of subtlety from the outset.

Instead, he employed the Pangu Spear Arts—a savage, direct, and ruthless style—intending to fight Lu Yuan to the death. The hundred streaks of starlight that shot forth from his spear clearly represented a world-destroying technique.

Relying on his cultivation at the sixth heaven of the World Realm, he was confident that injuring Lu Yuan would be no difficult feat, as Lu Yuan, who relied on delicacy and refined skill, would surely struggle to block this attack. Lu Yuan met the charge with a sword strike of his own.

This swordplay also eschewed intricate flourishes; it was the "Star Descent Straight Drop" from the Chen Xing Mo Shi Sword Arts. A sword can pierce through countless voids.

A spear can also pierce through countless voids. Beneath the sword were hundreds of star-lights.

Beneath the spear were also hundreds of star-lights. The sword and the spear collided violently with a thunderous BOOM!

The immense shockwave blasted the surrounding experts of the Hun Dong Realm backward. Those weaker were instantly killed by the residual force.

As the spear tip met the blade edge, Zhan Yijue expected Lu Yuan to be completely repelled by his spear technique, but he immediately sensed trouble. The magical power emanating from Lu Yuan’s sword was astonishingly deep, beyond imagination.

BOOM! Zhan Yijue did not retreat a single step, while Lu Yuan only yielded about a hundred zhang.

Zhan Yijue was both astonished and bewildered. “Your magical power?” “Indeed.

You are likely wondering how my magical power could possibly be at the fifth heaven of the World Realm,” Lu Yuan stated calmly. “Why is it that you all assume that lacking the Seven Emotions prevents one from reaching the fifth heaven of the World Realm, the Creation Realm?

This is truly a detrimental assumption.” “I am the Sword; the Sword is Me.” “My Joy is the Sword’s Joy; it is the joy of slaying demons and eradicating evil.” “My Anger is the Sword’s Anger; it is the anger against the suppression of the Dao of the Sword.” “My Sorrow is the Sword’s Lament; it is the sorrow for the decline of the Dao of the Sword.” “My Fear is the Sword’s Fear; it is the fear for the calamity of the epoch.” “My Love is the Sword’s Love; it is the love for protection.” “My Wickedness is the Sword’s Wickedness; to slay the wicked is to be evil.” “My Desire is the Sword’s Desire; the unity of Sword and Self is desire.” As Lu Yuan spoke, he seemed like a god among gods, a sword among swords. At this moment, Zhan Yijue clearly perceived that the aura radiating from Lu Yuan’s entire body was precisely that of the fifth heaven of the World Realm, the Creation Realm—the aura of a Creator.

Zhan Yijue nearly groaned aloud. Lu Yuan was clearly established at the fourth heaven of the World Realm; given his condition of lacking the Seven Emotions, it was impossible for him to reach the Creation Realm so quickly.

What in the world was happening? Meanwhile, Jian Ruhai, Jian Yunzhongzu, and Qiu Qingshan standing nearby actually understood Zhan Yijue’s shock quite well.

They had personally witnessed Lu Yuan ascend from the first grade of the Seven Emotions to the ninth, and then to the tenth. Such rapid advancement was terrifying.

Even though some time had passed, recalling it still left them speechless.

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