mtl008 Chapter 2002
Chapter 2002
"Chen Xuan, prepare to die!"
"kill!"
The roars of the seven men shook the heavens, and the light of their supernatural powers and magical treasures almost dyed half the sky blood red.
"If that's the case, then... let's lose!"
Chen Xuan drew both swords simultaneously, and in an instant, an incomparably terrifying killing aura erupted like a tsunami.
"The Ultimate Sword Technique - The Ends of the Earth Are Within Reach!"
"break!"
The moment the two enormous sword beams were unleashed, the entire arena trembled violently, the universe seemed to freeze, and even the void itself distorted into ripples. Even more astonishing was that these two sword beams did not win by "speed," but rather directly cleaved the entire void of the arena in two, like two insurmountable chasms, instantly sweeping past the bodies of Xuan Yi, Han Jiuling, and the other six.
"Puff puff!"
The incomparably sharp sword light encountered almost no resistance, and the divine and demonic bodies of Han Jiuling, Xuan Yi, Tianxuan Saint Son, and the other seven were all cut in two by a single sword strike! Blood rained down like a storm, they spat out blood, their pupils suddenly contracted, and they watched helplessly as their upper and lower bodies flew backward in different directions, even their magical treasures slipped from their hands and fell to the ground.
"How...how is this possible!" Han Jiuling's large hand, which was holding six dragon spears, lost its strength, and the spears flew in all directions. He stared intently at Chen Xuan, who was slowly sheathing his sword, his eyes filled with a deep-seated fear.
"A single sword tore through space and swept us all away?" Yaochi Saint Son Tianmang stared at the lotus pond beneath his feet, now reduced to nothingness, his body slamming heavily onto the protective array's light shield. Blood gushed from his mouth, his tone filled with disbelief.
The seven people were already at their peak under the blessing of multiple forbidden techniques, but they were instantly swept away by Chen Xuan's ultimate sword technique, which was enhanced by four transcendent immortal energies and three extraordinary phenomena, and had no power to fight back.
The deafening crashes and the clattering sounds of falling magical artifacts broke the deathly silence of the void.
Chen Xuan slowly sheathed his sword, not pressing his advantage. He merely glanced indifferently at the seven struggling figures in the distance, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Gentlemen, do you wish to continue? If so, with the next strike, you will all truly perish."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Beiming Sword in Chen Xuan's right hand once again unleashed a soaring killing intent. The chilling sword light instantly enveloped Xuan Yi and the others, and the oppressive aura of death made the seven of them feel icy cold.
Seeing this, Han Jiuling, Tianmang, Xuanyi, Lu Jinxiao, Mo Xingyan and the other seven had no desire to compete anymore, and they all admitted defeat without hesitation.
"No! Brother Chen Xuan, I...I surrender!" Han Jiuling roared at Chen Xuan as he struggled to piece his body back together, his voice filled with embarrassment and resentment.
"We are no match for them and have no strength left to fight. We concede defeat!" Xuan Yi's voice was filled with undisguised humiliation, yet he dared not hesitate for a moment.
In the void, the seven men offered no struggle, surrendering completely. It wasn't that they lacked pride, but Chen Xuan's sword strike had shattered their last shred of confidence and dignity—they were already at their strongest, yet they had been swept away by a single blow; continuing to fight would only be a pointless death. Moreover, this duel was based on the rules set by Chen Xuan; if he truly intended to kill, they wouldn't even have a chance to reason with him.
Xia Jiuyou, held in Chen Xuan's palm, witnessed this scene firsthand. A terrifying light flashed in her eyes, and her voice trembled slightly: "You...you're actually a madman! Even after fighting to this extent, you still have such a trump card up your sleeve?"
Chen Xuan merely glanced back at the sickly Xia Jiuyou. Now that he had won the battle, there was no need to maintain the triple phenomena, the four streams of immortal energy, and the supernatural powers of the Law of Heaven and Earth and the Three Heads and Six Arms. Although he still appeared vigorous on the surface, in reality, the magical power within his Purple Mansion Sea had been consumed by seventy or eighty percent, and his divine power was only one or two tenths left. He was already at his limit.
After releasing all his supernatural powers, Chen Xuan tightened his right hand slightly, gripping Xia Jiuyou firmly.
"Chen Xuan, you...you let me go! You can't do this!" Xia Jiuyou struggled weakly, trying to break free from Chen Xuan's control, but she couldn't muster even a shred of strength.
Chen Xuan ignored her struggles and turned to wave at Qiu Zixian, who was still stunned in the distance.
Qiu Zixian then realized what was happening, her face beaming with joy. She immediately transformed into a streak of light and rushed to Chen Xuan's side. She grabbed Chen Xuan's left hand and anxiously checked his injuries—fortunately, although the battle had been fierce, Chen Xuan had not suffered any fatal wounds, only his breathing was slightly weak.
When she saw Xia Jiuyou still struggling not far away, a smug smile appeared on her lips. She called out to Xia Jiuyou, "Xia Jiuyou, you've already lost! According to the rules we set before, you are Chen Xuan's spoils of war. And I am Chen Xuan's Daoist partner, which means that from now on you'll have to serve me tea and water and behave yourself, okay?"