Daqin Zhentiansi

A chilling, ferocious sword aura, far exceeding the second level, silently intertwined in the air.

With the power of flames that can incinerate everything, it scorched and slightly distorted the space.

"Watch out! The stone tablet has become alive!"

Cheng Yue gave a low, deep shout, his hand already on the hilt of the ancient sword wrapped in gray cloth behind him.

He felt an instinctive warning; the pervasive sword aura was like scalding steel needles, piercing his protective qi.

Yin Xiaozi's withered body hunched slightly in the heat, and a chill emanated from beneath his dark green cloak.

He struggled to resist the all-pervasive fiery aura, his eyes filled with unease and a hint of seriousness: "This sword aura... something's wrong! The fire power it contains is more than a hundred times stronger than recorded!"

"It was triggered by an external force!"

Xuan Chengzi lightly swept his whisk, and a clear light flowed around him, resisting the heat wave and evil energy.

For the first time, absolute solemnity appeared on his gentle face: "It's not natural malevolent energy, it's the aura of a vicious weapon... The power of one of the thirteen malevolent swords has permeated the very essence of the sword monuments here! It has... brought them to life!"

Before the words were even finished, the seven or eight sword tablets closest to them seemed to suddenly awaken like volcanoes!
"Buzz—hiss! Hiss hiss hiss!"

A terrifying sonic boom, mixed with the shrill whistling of sword energy tearing through the air!
It wasn't just streaks of sword energy, but a torrent of water bursting its banks!

A blood-red rain of swords, mixed with lava fragments and solidified flame streaks, swept out of the Forest of Steles without warning!

Its speed and power far exceeded everyone's reaction time!

"Do not--!"

"help me!"

"Puff puff!"

The screams stopped abruptly!

A few members of another squad that arrived earlier nearby, who were a little slower to react, were instantly engulfed by this raging rain of fiery swords!
The protective magic treasure shattered like paper, and the flesh and blood body was vaporized and evaporated by the terrifying high temperature the moment it came into contact with the sword energy, leaving not even a trace of ash behind the bones!
Only a few pools of rapidly crystallizing, glassy slag and charred furrows carved out by sword energy remain as proof that they once existed.

The survivors let out piercing screams and fled for their lives, their eyes filled only with the most primal fear.

In just one burst, several elites at the peak of the Free and Unfettered Realm, and even those at the initial stage of the Breaking Illusion Grandmaster, were reduced to ashes!
"Boom!"

The second wave of outbreaks followed immediately!

Three larger sword tablets came from the side and rear.

This time, the sword energy condensed into three huge crimson sword beams, like giant axes that split mountains, carrying the aura of burning space as they slashed straight at the four people!
Before the sword energy even arrived, the terrifyingly high temperature, capable of melting gold and iron, already caused Yin Xiaozi's protective demonic energy to hiss.

Cheng Yue's protective sword aura also fluctuated violently, as if he were in the center of a furnace.

"retreat!"

Cheng Yue roared, not daring to confront him directly.

He suddenly drew his sword, the ancient blade drawing a steady, mountain-like gray arc of light, and layers of sword energy stretched out in front of him like a shield!
"Clang—Sizzle!"

The gray sword energy and the crimson flame sword energy collided fiercely, unleashing a blinding light!

Cheng Yue felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow. His face turned deathly pale instantly, and he let out a muffled groan as he and his sword were thrown back dozens of feet.

His feet dug deep furrows in the scorching black rock, and a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

The power of the flames was incredibly violent, scorching his sword intent and true essence, almost melting his "Heavy Mountain Sword Intent"!

Yin Xiaozi was even worse off; although his cultivation was high, his attributes were naturally suppressed.

Several dark green venomous pythons were summoned and pounced on another sword aura, only to be instantly vaporized by the fiery energy emanating from it.

He let out a muffled groan, and the demonic energy around him violently dissipated. His withered body was swept away like a tattered sack by the aftershock of another sword aura.

His dark green cloak was charred, and he tumbled several times in the air before regaining his footing, his breathing noticeably weak.

With just one tentative burst of sword monuments, the two powerful figures, Cheng Yue and Yin Xiaozi, showed signs of weakness. If they hadn't reacted quickly enough, they would have been severely injured!

The power of this sword monument, once aroused by the aura of the fierce sword, became a hundred times more ferocious!
Just then, the most majestic ancient sword stele in the center, which was a hundred feet tall, suddenly trembled!
The crimson lava-like patterns on the monument suddenly shone with a dazzling, dark light!
"Zheng——!"

A transparent sword intent, not a physical entity but imbued with eerie black flames, silently pierced out!

It wasn't aimed at the physical body; it was more like a cursed sword originating from the deepest hell, locking onto Xuan Chengzi and Zhang Yuan, who possessed the strongest auras in the arena.

What comes from it is not just high temperature, but terrifying evil thoughts that burn the heart and destroy the soul, and arouse inner demons!
"Not good! It's the Soul Calamity Flame!" Xuan Chengzi shouted, his gentle face revealing a chilling expression for the first time.

This sword intent is too strange, it specifically targets the soul!

A close call!
"Fellow Daoist Zhang! Leave it to me!" Xuan Chengzi's voice remained clear and melodious, yet it carried an undeniable determination.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, taking a step into the void!
The whisk suddenly slipped from his hand and floated in mid-air!
Instantly, it split into countless pure white threads, each one crystal clear and shimmering with mysterious runes!
These threads are not physical entities, but are formed from the condensation of the purest and most exquisite "pure and mysterious light"!

"Heaven and earth bear witness, mystical chains! Bind!"

Xuan Chengzi's hands formed hand seals that were as elusive as shadows, while his voice rang out with a clear and resounding tone!

"Om-!"

Twelve thick, solid chains of profound light, shimmering with countless Dao runes, suddenly descended from the void!
They ignored spatial distance and the pervasive fiery currents.

It wrapped around that silent, black flame sword intent with perfect precision!
Like twelve jade belts stretching across the Milky Way, they tightly restrained the Nine Netherworld Serpent that was about to devour people!
The chains were taut and creaked, trembling violently!

Even tiny cracks appeared in the void!
Xuan Chengzi's face turned as pale as paper in an instant, and beads of sweat on his temples were steaming away!

Clearly, binding this strange heart sword, which contains the power of the projected evil sword, has been extremely taxing on him and is also extremely dangerous!
He used immense supernatural power to forcefully interrupt the trajectory of this sword intent!

"Fellow Daoist Zhang! Three breaths!"

Xuan Chengzi's voice carried a hint of urgency.

This is his limit!
Three breaths!

For a top-tier expert, it's enough to change the world!
The moment the chains fell, Zhang Yuan moved.

He didn't even look at the locked black heart sword; his target was crystal clear: the hundred-foot-tall giant monument that released the strange heart sword!

He ducked, and the lava ground beneath his feet collapsed with a deafening roar!

It was as if a volcano, suppressed for millions of years, had finally found an outlet!

Lunge!

Lower your waist!

His right fist was clenched tightly. There was no dazzling light on it, only the purest power compressed to the extreme, causing the surrounding space to collapse inward and creating a deep darkness!
The Abyss Heavy Sword?

Daxia dragon bird?

He didn't use it!
To deal with this inanimate stone tablet that had been corrupted by external forces and transformed into ferocious claws, he chose to crush it using the most primal and domineering method!
One punch!
It was a simple and unadorned ultimate punch that condensed the true essence of chaos, the will of the Emperor, and the power of the true domain!
With a muffled roar like stars exploding, it slammed into the core of the giant monument! "Break—!"

Wherever the fist strikes, space freezes!

Time seemed to slow down at this moment!
"Thump—!!!!!"

At the moment the fist collided with the monument, there was no earth-shattering explosion, only a muffled, core-level roar powerful enough to shatter the very essence of the soul!
Centered on Zhang Yuan's fist strike.

That towering, mountain-like monument, imbued with ancient sword intent, was now corrupted by the power of the malevolent sword and transformed into an evil entity, resembling millions of stacked sheets of dry paper instantly ignited!
From the core point—silent shattering!
Spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread to every inch of the monument!
Then——

"Boom!!!"

"Crash, la, la-!"

The entire monument collapsed with a deafening roar before everyone's stunned eyes!
It transformed into a torrent of rubble, burning with eerie black sparks, shooting out in all directions!

The scene was like a giant hammer smashing a red-hot iron tower!
Cheng Yue's sword-wielding hand froze in mid-air, his pupils dilated violently, his mind went blank, leaving only the shattered giant monument and the god-like figure standing amidst the rain of falling rubble!
Yin Xiaozi's mouth was slightly open, his withered face stiffened, he even forgot about the burnt cloak, and what was churning in his heart was only the boundless fear of that pure destructive power!
Even Xuan Chengzi, who had his heart sword firmly locked, caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and an indescribable tidal wave surged in the depths of his gentle eyes.

Shatter the evil monument with a fist!

What kind of domineering and ferocious power is this?
The shattering of the sword monument is not the end.

Amidst the scattering of burning debris, a single, extremely concentrated, dark light suddenly shone forth!

In an instant, it forcibly devoured all the flying fragments, the dissipating flames, and the remaining power of the black heart sword that Xuan Chengzi had locked up!

The light stretched and shaped rapidly, and a blurry human figure about ten feet tall slowly emerged.

The figure's face was obscured, only a pair of eyes burning with pure, destructive black flames, cold and ruthless.

In his hand, there was a phantom image of a long sword.

The sword was long and narrow, with a texture of broken and solidified dark lava, as if it had been forged from the cores of countless solidified stars.

Around the sword, the space constantly twisted, folded, and faintly revealed spiderweb-like cracks!
A terrifying and ferocious power, capable of tearing apart eternity and burning away all the heavens, suddenly descended!
One of the thirteen most dangerous swords in the Sword Tomb, the Blazing Fire Sword.

This is a projection of the Blazing Sword!
Even if it was just a tiny wisp of the evil sword's power, its oppressive aura made the entire Molten Heart Prison tremble!

Yin Xiaozi let out a terrified growl, and Cheng Yue was so overwhelmed by that fierce aura that he almost suffocated!
The phantom of the calamity-inducing flames moved!

Without warning, a sword was thrust out!
The sword technique was unremarkable, but the moment the sword tip pierced out, it directly crossed dozens of feet of space, ignoring the limitations of physical distance, and suddenly appeared in front of Xuan Chengzi!
Space folding!

Xuan Chengzi had just expended tremendous effort to bind the Heart Sword, and at this moment his face was pale and his breath had not yet recovered!

He was about to be pierced through the forehead by this vicious sword that ignored space!
"Jie Jie!"

A piercing, eerie laugh!

Yin Xiaozi has made his move!
In the face of life and death, his fear of Zhang Yuan overwhelmed the oppressive power of the murderous sword!
He slammed his withered claws against his waist, and the dark green "Heart-Corroding Miasma" surged out like a burst dam of poison, not attacking the phantom, but instantly filling the distorted space in front of Xuan Chengzi!
The highly poisonous miasma permeated the spatial rifts, forcibly slowing down the sudden thrust of the sword shadow for a moment!
It was at this very moment!
"drink!"

Cheng Yue roared, struggling against the pressure, his eyes bloodshot!

The ancient gray sword in his hand emitted an unprecedentedly thick gray light.

The muscles all over the body are knotted and bulging.

"My humble sword, Zhenyue!"
A massive, condensed gray sword aura, as powerful as a collapsing mountain, slammed down against the distorted spatial rift, disregarding its own backlash!

"clang--!!!"

A deafening clang of metal against metal!

The space seemed like shattered glass!

The gray sword energy shattered inch by inch!

Cheng Yue spat out blood and flew backward. He had used all his strength in a sword strike just to block the attack that folded space!
The cost was heavy, but a crucial opportunity was gained!

Who is Xuan Chengzi?
In the blink of an eye, they reacted!

He forcefully drew upon his true essence, and the whisk transformed into three thousand crystalline threads, their pure and mysterious light shining brighter than ever before!
"The order of heaven and earth is established! A cage of emptiness!"

He made rapid hand gestures in the air, and countless profound runes formed huge light imprints, instantly imprinting themselves on the black flames rolling around the phantom of the calamity fire.

A relatively solidified spatial shackle was temporarily formed, isolating it from its strange spatial jumping ability!

"Brother Zhang!"

No need to say more!

The chaotic nebula swirled in Zhang Yuan's eyes, and the illusory image of the Emperor behind him instantly solidified!
This is the opportunity he has been waiting for!
"Qiang——!!!"

A resounding sword cry that shook the entire Molten Heart Prison soared into the sky!

Like a dragon soaring through the nine heavens!
Like an ancient divine bird breaking through boundaries!
Zhang Yuan gripped the hilt of the knife at his waist with his right hand.

The ancient blade instantly ignited with blazing flames!
Daxia dragon bird!

The blade was not fully drawn, but an unparalleled sharpness that could cleave through yin and yang and shatter time and space had already swept across the eight wastelands!

In that instant when the phantom of the evil sword was briefly imprisoned by Xuan Chengzi's spatial talisman and the surrounding space was temporarily frozen!
"cut!"

Zhang Yuan exhaled and spoke, becoming one with his blade!

A blade of light, whose speed, color, and shape were indescribable, emerged from the void!

It seemed to transcend the existence of light, carrying a terrifying will to pierce through all realms and end the cycle of reincarnation. Ignoring the spatial barrier formed by Xuan Chengzi's talisman, it struck the core of the illusory fire phantom with unparalleled precision.

The illusory hilt of that lava-shaped, shattered longsword!
"Crack——!"

It sounded as if some fundamental rule was breaking!

The towering, fiery phantom of the Calamity Flame, burning with destructive black flames, along with the projection of the malevolent sword in its hand that caused space to distort and tremble, silently dissipated in the destructive torrent of the Dragon Sparrow Blade Light!
There was no explosion, no light; it was like a traditional Chinese ink painting that had been splashed with thick ink, instantly turning into nothingness!

Everything fell silent.

Only the dust and rubble that had not yet settled in the sky, and the heavy breathing on the battlefield.

Yin Xiaozi slumped to the ground, his dark green cloak tattered, still shaken.

Cheng Yue struggled to his feet, leaning on the ancient sword with a broken tip and dimmed spiritual light, coughing up blood continuously.

Xuan Chengzi's face was pale. He quickly took out a pill and swallowed it to regulate his disordered breathing. His gaze towards Zhang Yuan was extremely complicated.

Where the phantom completely disappeared, several fist-sized, jet-black pieces of strange metal, their surfaces seemingly covered with starlight and strange spatial ripples, floated in the air, emitting obscure yet pure spatial fluctuations.

"Meteorite Iron!" Cheng Yue coughed up blood, his eyes filled with undisguised shock.

Legend has it that this divine iron, originating from beyond the heavens, possesses spatial folding properties and is an unparalleled divine material for forging magical treasures! (End of Chapter)