Zong Shou’s gaze drifted coolly toward Mo Lian. “You’ve already guessed it?”
Mo Lian’s complexion had turned a ghastly shade of pale.
At this moment, Zong Shou was holding off more than ten Saint-level experts with complete ease!
His frame appeared frail, seemingly on the verge of collapse. Yet, in every movement, there was an overwhelming, potent authority!
He was an entirely different person from the disheveled state he was in half an hour prior.
He likely truly believed that the fifteen Saint-level Venerables present were unworthy of him even drawing his sword!
Is it the Zeng Xuan Chi Fa Yi? It must be that item! Then, before him—
Mo Lian glanced at the ten-zhang black light screen protecting Zong Shou with an indescribable look. It was described as a Sword Domain, yet it was a divine ability enacted through swordsmanship!
Zong Shou’s Wu Liang Zhong Shi was already a Rank Twelve World-Ending Divine Ability, infinitely close to the Supreme Tier.
When augmented by the Zeng Xuan Chi Fa Yi, it must have crossed that threshold.
This seemingly ordinary light screen was, in fact, a Supreme Divine Art that ignored hierarchical rank, capable of contending even with Ultimate Realm Saint Venerables!
No wonder, no wonder! Even the combined might of over ten Saint-level experts could not shake it, could not shatter it!
—As long as the Sword Domain remains unbroken, no one here can move him, provided Zong Shou wills it. Even figures at the Ultimate Realm Saint Venerable level would require their full effort to make a dent!
The current Zong Shou was truly invincible below the Ultimate Realm!
This man before them perhaps surpassed even Lü Wushuang from several thousand years ago. He was a hegemon of the age, a hundred times more terrifying and a hundred times stronger!
After all, while the Lü Wushuang of that era had reached the Saint level, the highest Divine Ability he possessed was only at the Rank Eleven level.
Yet, Zong Shou, though only at the peak of the Immortal Stage, shockingly wielded three full Rank Twelve World-Ending Divine Abilities! And each one was at the highest possible level approaching that World-Ending threshold!
His heart constricted again, and a groan of despair and powerlessness spread through Mo Lian’s limbs.
That World Divine Treasure had indeed fallen into this man’s hands!
Before her eyes was nothing less than a monster—a monster that fifteen Saint-level Venerables could not fell, could not defeat!
No matter the coordination, no matter the desperate effort, no matter the scheme, all was useless. Unless the Supreme Primordial Demon Li Biexue himself graced this place!
Meanwhile, those surrounding them were bewildered. What exactly had Mo Lian realized? The situation was profoundly bizarre.
Chi Hongyi and Han Qing understood bits and pieces, but not the full scope. They only knew that the Supreme Primordial Demon must value something on Zong Shou highly enough to pay such a price. But what that item was, neither of them had any clue.
However, seeing Mo Lian’s terribly ashen face now sent a sharp jolt through them, and a sense of extreme foreboding began to well up in their chests.
“Do all of you know of Lü Wushuang, the peerless master from a few thousand years ago?”
As if to dispel their confusion, Zong Shou’s voice rang out again, utterly devoid of fluctuation.
Cheng Xin and the others were stunned, finding the day increasingly strange. Why would Zong Shou suddenly bring up Lü Wushuang?
Who didn't know of Lü Wushuang? He was ranked third among the Four Overlords. Among the four, he was the one who was truly the weakest, lagging behind the other three in both military strategy and martial arts. Nevertheless, in that era teeming with heroes, he was genuinely unrivaled in his time! No one dared to meet his strength head-on.
But what did Lü Wushuang have to do with today?
Zong Shou suddenly frowned, then let out a cold laugh.
“If I were you two, I’d settle down and accept my death, or perhaps try to escape my sword! At a time like this, you still try to unsettle my mind? Did you think I would just stand by?”
As the words fell, something within the ten-zhang black curtain suddenly surged upward.
Emerging from the darkness, it transformed into blinding white light, splitting into millions of shards, carrying a faint echo of the Wan Ren Juan Yun Jue.
Yet, it mingled with other elements; nearly everyone present seemed to see the shadow of their own Divine Abilities and martial arts forcibly integrated into these light blades, fused into one.
The sound was earth-shattering, the aura fierce. As the countless blades pointed outward, those standing on either side instinctively flinched away.
No one dared to intercept; no one could muster the will to resist. Every scalp tingled!
This single strike rivaled the combined force of the dozen or so Saints moments ago!
But then, with a series of ding-ding-dang sounds, the tide of myriad blades swept past the area where Xue Yu and Su Xiaoxiao had been moments before, sticking into the stone walls!
Simultaneously, two clusters of white flames, which had been sliced into countless pieces, suddenly ignited, twisting and struggling, emitting dreadful 'wails'—utterly tragic, striking right to the heart.
“Two more!”
As if completing a trivial chore, Zong Shou continued, “Where was I? Ah, Lü Wushuang. Back then, the reason he reigned supreme and was invincible was said to be entirely due to a single Divine Object—”
His voice sounded placid, yet his eyes gathered a ferocious glare mixed with an indescribable glee! Today would not cease until blood stained the ground—
The scene around them had fallen into dead silence. They watched as those two Free Divine Demons, equivalent in power to the Saint level, wailed within the white flames, slowly being incinerated, yet unable to find complete annihilation, forced to endure the agony of the burning.
What manner of torture was this, that even the Saint level, whose minds were fixed like still water, could not bear it? It sent shivers down the spine!
A middle-aged scholar to the left, unable to bear it any longer, forcibly interrupted Zong Shou’s speech, glaring with fury. “My lords, fighting neither advancing nor retreating, why have we come? If we join forces, it is only to take this brat’s life; how can we harbor fear? Today, even if our Confucian sect is entirely wiped out, we must slay this beastly, incompetent ruler—”
Before the scholar could finish, Zong Shou casually flicked his wrist, sending out a streak of silver light!
“When I speak, the heavens and the earth must fall silent to heed my words. Who permitted you to interject?”
The flash of the blade cut across the void, and in an instant, it pierced directly into the center of the middle-aged scholar’s brow!
The words ceased instantly. The scholar’s nascent soul energy dimmed within a breath. The look of hatred and shock gradually faded from his eyes.
It was as swift as before—so fast that no one could muster the thought of intervening. It seemed predestined, as if this was the only possible outcome!
Only one thing differed from before: this middle-aged scholar was more powerful. Before the blade arrived, his figure flickered several times in succession. Yet, the blade changed direction several times, tracking him like a shadow, and the final result remained the same: the blade met its target, death followed!
Cheng Xin was shaken to his core, exchanging glances with those beside him, communicating telepathically. At this point, it seemed there was no option left but to unite with all their strength, abandoning all reservation.
Mo Lian, however, shook her head, her lips bloodless. “It’s useless. You cannot win against him. You are all dead; this time, everyone will surely perish! With that treasure, he is invincible in this world—” (To be continued)