Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 444 Sword Slaying the Godless

"what!"

But then, one could hear the repeated, startled roars of Jue Wushen.

The three school stadiums seemed to tremble under this demonic roar, and the world lost its color.

With his weak point breached, he was shocked and enraged. His hair and beard stood on end, making him look like a furious lion. He unleashed a powerful "killing punch".

boom!
Bu Jingyun used his "Qilin Arm" to take the blow head-on. The sound of his bones cracking and popping, like soybeans breaking, could be heard from his body. Finally, he could no longer withstand this unparalleled divine power.

With a muffled groan, he spat out blood and flew backward at an angle.

He was extremely skilled in lightness of foot. Although he dissipated most of the force of his punch while floating, he still felt his internal organs churning and his blood surging. When he landed, his legs were weak and he swayed a couple of times. He used his sword to support himself and then he did not fall.

"Hmph, I am destined by Heaven. So what if my weakness is broken?"

With a flick of his cloak, Jue Wushen strode down the steps, sneering, "Today I will wipe out all of you stubborn resisters!"

His eyes flashed with a cold light, and his left fist was already out.

A chill ran through Bu Jingyun's heart. He flashed and moved two or three feet to the side, his black shirt suddenly shattering and fluttering like a butterfly.

The force of the punch did not dissipate; it flew seven or eight zhang (approximately 33-40 meters) and struck the ground with a "boom," sending stone chips flying and creating a crater the size of a millstone, which was terrifying to behold.

Upon seeing this, Bu Jingyun broke out in a cold sweat.

Jue Wushen sneered, "Let's see how many more times you can dodge?" He clenched his fist and was about to strike again.

"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"

Suddenly, a person leaped up from the crowd, arms outstretched, resembling a large bird soaring through the sky.

Suddenly sensing the chilling light of the sword, Jue Wushen's expression changed, and he shouted, "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One? Very well! Let this old man experience it!"

Without wasting words, Wuming simply used all his remaining strength to suddenly raise both hands.

Miso miso miso miso!

As if possessed by a spirit, all the swords in the arena were unsheathed and soared into the sky!
In an instant, dark clouds filled the sky, and countless sword energies, like birds chirping and trembling, circled around Wuming.

Wuming made a sword-finger gesture and channeled his energy: "Hmph!"

In an instant, countless swords burst forth, their chilling light pouring out like a vast, surging ocean, howling as they enveloped Jue Wushen.

"it is good!"

Seeing the rain of swords, Wuming immediately assumed a horse stance, arms crossed in front of his chest, and activated his Undying Golden Body to its peak. He roared, "Nameless! Today, I will use my Undying Golden Body to determine who is superior to the Myriad Swords Returning to the Origin!"

Ta-da!

The rain of swords struck the golden body, the metallic clang of metal clashing continuously, and the powerful recoil caused Wuming's internal organs to churn.

Just then, a few "click" sounds were heard.

But then Jue Wushen burst into maniacal laughter: "Hahaha! Nameless, your power really hasn't recovered!" He suddenly stretched out both fists!
Bang! Countless swords shattered four feet in front of him, then exploded like foam.

"nameless!"

Jue Wushen suddenly soared into the sky and roared, "In the martial arts world today, I am a legend!"

His right arm twirled in front of his chest and he threw a punch, which slammed into the nameless man's face!

This punch was incredibly fierce; the surrounding air seemed to evaporate, causing the nameless man's face to tremble and his eyes to almost disappear.

Wuming was greatly alarmed. He dodged the attack with a swift movement, like a swallow in flight.

With both hands forming sword fingers, the sword energy materialized from the void, striking the unseen side.

Even Wushen had never seen such a dense and crisp sword technique. He used his killing fist skill extensively, but he was also caught off guard by the sword energy and made to be flustered.

However, his "Indestructible Golden Body" provided formidable defense. When the sword energy struck his body, the metal clanged, but it had no effect whatsoever.

The two moved with the speed and agility of dragons, striking with incredible speed, unleashing dozens of moves in succession, like a string of cracking whips.

"Drink!"

Despite having his eyes pierced by a sword, Jue Wushen threw a punch that struck Wuming in the chest.

"Ugh!" Nameless coughed up blood, and like a bird with broken wings, he shot towards the ground with a bang, spitting out blood.

Upon seeing their lord's victory, the numerous demons cheered and were extremely excited.

"Hahaha!"

Jue Wushen landed with his hands on his hips, his vision blurred and he couldn't see clearly, but he could still hear cheers. Overjoyed, he burst into loud laughter.

"The Nameless One has been defeated. Who in the Central Plains can stop me now? Who else? Who else?!"

He looked up and asked the heavens three times, "Who else?" His roar was like rolling thunder, echoing through the mountains and never ceasing.

But the three schoolyards were eerily still at this moment, with only his maniacal laughter echoing incessantly.

"Who else? Who else?"

Only the sound of mountain winds could be heard, seemingly responding to his arrogant question, or perhaps mocking his overestimation of his abilities. Jue Wushen shuddered, suddenly realizing something was wrong. He raised his hands to rub his eyes, and when his vision cleared, he looked around. He saw a group of people frozen in fear, and Wuming and Bu Jingyun with expressions of joy.

Finally, gazing ahead, one sees a young man in white robes, who has appeared at some point, standing with his hands at his sides, his robes fluttering in the wind.

Jue Wushen frowned and shouted sharply, "And who are you?"

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him.

Damn!
Man and sword become one, as ethereal as smoke or as powerful as a dragon.

Everyone only saw a white shadow flash by, and the Sword God had already appeared behind Jue Wushen.

Jue Wushen was both shocked and furious. Just as he was about to unleash his full power, he suddenly felt an incomparably strong sword energy coursing through his body and rushing straight into his meridians. He couldn't help but let out a miserable groan and staggered backward.

As he retreated frantically, his armor clattered to the ground, leaving behind fragments after he had taken ten steps back.

As soon as Jue Wushen stood still, he heard a "whoosh" sound, and countless tiny blood streaks burst out from his body, staining a patch of blue sky red!
What an amazing sword!

What a vicious move!
What a fierce person!

Wuming looked at Ren Shaoyang, coughed up blood, and said solemnly, "He broke through Jue Wushen's 'Indestructible Golden Body' with a single sword strike. How amazing!"

Bu Jingyun exclaimed in surprise, "Senior, doesn't Sword God Ren need to attack his weak point?"

Wuming looked at Ren Shaoyang, who stood tall and imposing, and said in a deep voice, "Ren the Sword God has reached the realm of 'body becoming nature, the way of harmony'."

"Although the 'indestructible golden body' of the godless is powerful, it is still no match for the omnipresent sword of nature. Therefore, a single move can affect the whole body, and a thousand-mile dike can collapse from an ant hole."

Bu Jingyun murmured, "The Sword of Nature."

Wuming's gaze narrowed slightly, and he was secretly surprised: "It's strange, but Shaoyang's sword strike actually has the shadow of my elder brother's 'Heavenly Sword'?"

Just then, Jue Wushen, covered in blood, coughed and said, "How ruthless." His face was ashen, and he suddenly threw a punch, shouting, "You take this too!"

He unleashed a punch, sending a blast of heat towards the man in the white robe.

Damn!
Suddenly, a flash of cold light appeared, and the longsword was already in front of him.

A white shadow flickered before Jue Wushen's eyes, the wind from his punch paused, and then it was as if the sea had been parted by an invisible sharp edge.

A chill ran through my body, and every hair on my body stood on end.

Ren Shaoyang floated over, graceful as a startled swan, faster than lightning. With a flick of his finger, several sword shadows flew.

These sword strikes were exceptionally beautiful, as if a celestial being from the moon palace were dancing with a sword, flowing without a trace, and unpredictable in its agility.

Despite his extraordinary skills, Jue Wushen was completely paralyzed and unable to make a single move when faced with this ethereal, indescribable divine sword.

In despair, he let out a heart-wrenching howl.

"No!!!"

Sizzle! Blood spurted from his brow, throat, chest, and lower body, shooting straight out several meters away.

Jue Wushen was so shocked that his eyes narrowed and his eyebrows twitched. He staggered back two steps and hissed, "Are you the Sword God?"

Ren Shaoyang gently stroked the blade of his sword and said with a faint smile, "It's me."

Having no divine mandate to manipulate others, his heroic spirit vanished, and he said in a hoarse voice, "How are you so strong?"

"Killing you all will make me happy, and when I'm happy, I'll naturally become stronger."

Ren Shaoyang casually waved his hand, and the Dragon-Capturing Technique transformed into a streak of light that circled the arena. Screams erupted, blood splattered into the sky, and severed limbs rained down. In the blink of an eye, all the Ghost Cha Luos had been slain.

Even the most powerful beings would be reduced to nothing!
The entire venue fell silent at that moment.

This horrifying scene stunned everyone, leaving them terrified and staring dumbfounded at the white-robed man.

Jue Wushen's face turned ashen. He stood there stunned for a long while before his voice was hoarse as he exclaimed, "Good, what a ruthless sword god!"

"Qiang!"

Ren Shaoyang sheathed his sword and walked towards the nameless crowd without looking back.

When no reply came, God of No God was instinctively enraged.

But seeing the Sword God's flowing robes and elegant demeanor, while he himself was covered in blood and in a wretched state, he felt utterly hopeless.
Knowing his time was up, sweat mingled with blood as he poured down his face. His eyes hardened, and he roared, "Sword God, I die by your hand today, and I accept it wholeheartedly!"

"As the loser, I, Wushen, am unwilling to give you all the treasures I have plundered! Just go to the headquarters of Wushen Juegong in Japan, and you can get them from the Purple Bamboo Forest!"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look.

The God of Swords had only been in the Central Plains for a short time, but he had managed to plunder countless treasures and secret manuals, many of which had already been transported to Japan. Now, he had offered them all to the Sword God.

This is a fortune that could rival that of a nation!
Ren Shaoyang ignored him and strode toward Wuming and the others.

Seeing that he still ignored him, Jue Wushen assumed that Ren Jianshen did not care about gold and silver and that his "decisive plan" had failed. He couldn't help but take a step forward.

The scenery before my eyes suddenly became displaced.

All that could be heard was a scream of agony. Jue Wushen was neatly split in two from head to crotch, his mangled body lying on either side, his internal organs and blood splashing all over the ground.

(End of this chapter)