50: Chapter 50 After One Sword, All Living Beings Kneel in Prostration!

There was no earth-shattering roar.

Nor was there a world-destroying explosion.

The moment the light in Su Changge's hand slashed down, the entire world was forcibly stripped of all sound.

The wind ceased.

The Demon God's roar returned to nothingness.

Everyone's heartbeat and breathing were choked off at this very moment.

Heaven and Earth lost their voice.

The concepts of time and space became blurred and distorted.

Everyone's vision, Divine Soul, and even the entire meaning of their existence were reduced to nothing but that single streak of light.

A pure sword light that could not be described by words, nor understood by thought.

That sword light was not fast.

In fact, it was very slow.

So slow that deep within everyone's pupils, they could clearly imprint its trajectory as it tore through Heaven and Earth.

The light traversed the vast sky.

It swept past that hundred-foot-tall, hideous Demon God.

Without the slightest resistance.

The Demon God's proud demonic body, comparable to immortal divine iron; the Demonic Energy shield capable of withstanding the full-force strike of a Soul Transformation Cultivator.

Before this light, they were all illusions.

After the sword light passed, the Demon God Clone remained frozen in mid-air, maintaining that violent, attacking posture.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

An extremely thin, bright line emerged from the center of the Demon God's brow, running straight down, piercing through its entire body.

"Pfft."

A tearing sound, so light it was almost impossible to hear.

That terrifying Demon God, which once made the entire Eastern Wasteland tremble, was thus neatly split in two along the center line.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, reflective enough to see one's own reflection.

The filthy, massive demonic blood and organs within it had not yet gushed out before they were completely evaporated and erased at the root of their existence by the supreme Sword Intent remaining in the sword light.

There was no flying flesh and blood.

There were no severed limbs or broken bones.

The massive demonic body directly carbonized, decomposed, and turned into two charred, hollow shells, falling silently from the high sky.

But this was merely the beginning.

The residual power of the sword light that had slain the Demon God did not diminish, continuing to extend toward the end of the horizon.

It swept past the towering, continuous mountain range behind the Demonic Path army.

"Boom—rumble—rumble—"

Only at this moment did the sound, left far behind, finally catch up to the footsteps of the light, roaring belatedly.

Under the gaze of countless horrified eyes, the towering mountains that had stood for who knows how many tens of thousands of years were sliced clean across the top wherever the Sword Qi swept!

A thousand-foot-tall peak was forcefully sliced into a flat-topped, short hill!

Above the sky, the endless blood clouds that had gathered due to the Demon God's descent were sliced open from the middle by this sword, tearing a massive gap that spanned the firmament.

The thick clouds were swept away by the Sword Intent.

The long-lost, warm light of dawn spilled down again from the gaps in the clouds, illuminating this devastated yet reborn land.

One sword: slays the Demon God, levels the mountains, and opens the light of the sky!

On the other side.

Li Tianxing, Ghost Granny, and Elder Xuehe.

These three arrogant Nascent Soul Ancestors of the Demonic Path were not even touched head-on by the sword light.

They were merely "brushed" lightly by the residual ripples of the spreading Sword Intent.

The next instant, the Nascent Souls within their bodies shattered inch by inch, turning into powder.

The Demonic Technique cultivation they had painstakingly practiced for thousands of years, like a bursting river, was completely abolished in an instant, vanishing into nothingness.

The three of them simultaneously spat out a mouthful of black blood, the light in their eyes rapidly dimming, falling powerlessly from the air like three kites with cut strings, crashing heavily onto the ground.

They were reduced to Mortals.

Worse, even more miserable than Mortals.

And those tens of thousands of Demonic Path Cultivators who were lucky enough to survive, having witnessed this sword that seemed like both creation and destruction, had their spirits completely shattered.

It was not that they did not want to flee.

But that omnipresent sword might had long since crushed their bones, stripping them of even the strength to stand up.

The only thing they could do was kneel on the ground, their bodies trembling violently, having lost even the courage to look up.

Fear had already been etched into the deepest parts of their Souls.

The entire battlefield was deathly silent.

Only the wind began to whisper again.

In this absolute silence, Su Changge slowly withdrew his hand.

The branch that had created the miracle, after slashing out that sword, had exhausted all its divine energy, turning into billions of points of light and dissipating into the wind.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his white clothes still immaculate, without a speck of dust.

That world-destroying sword, to him, seemed to have been just a casual wave of his hand.

He stood there quietly, bathed in the golden sunlight, his eyes indifferent, overlooking all beings, like an immortal god walking out from the ancient past.

At this moment.

He was the Heaven of the Taixuan Sect.

He was the only myth of this Eastern Wasteland, impossible to look upon directly, impossible to speak of, impossible to touch...