ushernet Chapter 163: Slaying the Demon King—The Terror of the Sword Sovereign!
Chapter 163: Slaying the Demon King—The Terror of the Sword Sovereign!
Chapter 163: Slaying the Demon King—The Terror of the Sword Sovereign!@@@@
Across the entire city, swords—both treasured swords and flying swords—shook violently in their scabbards. The sight ignited excitement among the cultivators, who instinctively raised their swords toward the sky.
"It’s the Sword Intent of the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path!"
"He has heard our call!"
"With such overwhelming sword intent, he might be able to defeat the Six-Headed Flood Dragon!"
"Where is he? Could he already be in the city?"
A deafening commotion erupted as countless voices shouted in awe and anticipation.
Clang!
Suddenly, the sound of blades unsheathing drowned out the crowd.
One after another, swords shot into the sky, their tips pointing upward, hovering at the same altitude.
There were over a million swords.
Their dazzling sword light cut through the storm of falling snow, illuminating the entire city.
On Heavenly Mending Platform, Gu Zong stood up, as did all the other disciples. Their gazes locked onto the spectacle above.
Standing on a rooftop, Di Xie looked up in disbelief.
"Such sword intent..."
As a Profound Mind Realm third-layer demon, he had spent years in the Taixuan Sect, growing familiar with the Sword Sovereign’s power.
But even he had underestimated him.
Faced with this overwhelming sword intent, Di Xie—despite his formidable cultivation—felt utterly insignificant.
Under the gaze of the entire city, the million swords soared northward, leaving behind brilliant sword trails that split the sky.
The sheer force of their departure dispersed the heavy snowfall, revealing a vast blue sky beneath the swirling white.
Gu Zong’s hair fluttered in the sudden gust, but his face was no longer clouded with worry.
Instead, he smiled and murmured, "Six-Headed Flood Dragon... can you withstand the mightiest sword of the Taixuan Sect?"
Wave after wave of cultivators rushed north, streaking across the sky like a storm of arrows, piercing through the heavy snowfall.
Beyond the endless mountains, the battlefield of demons and cultivators raged on.
The Six-Headed Flood Dragon, Luo had crossed the bottomless gorge, leading a tide of monsters as they stormed into human territory.
He held a Profound Mind Realm grandmaster in his grasp, the cultivator struggling desperately—yet utterly powerless to escape.
Thousands of feet away, dozens of Profound Mind Realm grandmasters unleashed spells at him, but their divine abilities and techniques couldn’t even scratch his armor. RΑNỘbËꞩ
He moved lazily, yet unstoppable.
As he chewed on the struggling cultivator, his six dragon heads twisted and scanned the battlefield.
Occasionally, he extended a claw, pulling injured demons toward him and devouring them whole—blood raining down like a crimson storm.
A colossal sword aura, faster than the black dragons, slashed through the sky.
Millions of swords rained down, pushing aside the demonic energy, cutting straight toward the Six-Headed Flood Dragon.
Lu Lingjun froze, watching as an ocean of swords surged forward.
She didn’t dare move.
She could only watch as the unstoppable sword tide engulfed the battlefield.
The Six-Headed Flood Dragon reacted swiftly.
All six heads opened wide, spewing blazing hellfire, forming a burning celestial river that sought to incinerate the oncoming swords.
BOOOOM!
But his flames were shredded apart.
The sword tide smashed into him, sending him reeling back. Blood and torn flesh rained from the sky.
With each staggering step, massive holes were torn into his monstrous body.
On the seventh step, he collapsed.
The million swords had already pierced through him.
A moment later, his six severed heads crashed to the ground.
His demonic essence had been completely obliterated by the Taicang Frightening God Sword’s sword intent.
Above his lifeless corpse, a Grand Ascension Demon Core hovered, untouched.
Silence.
Cultivators and demons alike starred in stunned disbelief.
The unstoppable demon king had just... died?
Whoooosh!
Without pause, the million swords turned, streaking back toward the Taicang Empire, breaking the stunned silence with their piercing sound.
"The Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path! He belongs to the Taixuan Sect!"
A Profound Mind Realm grandmaster shouted in exhilaration.
Across the battlefield, countless cultivators erupted into cheers, chanting the Sword Sovereign’s name.
Even Lu Lingjun gazed up at the departing sword rain, her emotions tangled.
On the battlefield, Cang Heaven Sect’s Sect Master Liang Canghai raised his sword high, his voice booming—
"CHARGE!!"
With their king slain, the demon army crumbled, fleeing in terror.
The battle had turned.