With one sword, I slay the Mahayana; I am the supreme ruler.
Chen Yuan looked indifferent. Facing the roaring Blood Demon Handprint descending upon him, he casually swung the qingyou sword in his hand.
Only one white sword light, fast to the extreme, swept out from the tip of the sword, heading toward the blood handprint that covered the sky and the sun.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, that gigantic Blood Demon Hand was easily split in two by the white sword light, exploding in the air and dissipating into black light.
The white sword light, its momentum unchecked, lightly swept past Blood Luo Yao God's body, whose expression instantly shifted from fury to horror.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
Blood Luo Yao God's charging movement froze mid-air. The ferocity on his face solidified, turning into extreme fear and disbelief.
He lowered his head and looked at his body.
A fine line of blood began at his forehead and extended straight down.
The next moment,
"Tsk..."
His Yao body, along with the indestructible Yao Core inside it and the Mahayana Primordial Spirit cultivated over thousands of years, was neatly split into two along that blood line!
Immediately afterward, these two halves of his body, along with everything within them, instantly turned into fine dust, like a weathered sand sculpture, and scattered into the air.
Body and Soul destroyed!
One sword!
Only one sword!
And it was such a casual, understated sword strike!
A Yao God at the Early Stage of Mahayana had completely fallen, leaving not even a trace behind!
Silence!
A deathly silence!
The only sound remaining in the entire world was the mournful cry of the wind blowing across the ruins.
The Disciples of the Nine Heavens Sword Pavilion below all gaped, their eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets.
Occasional gasps of cold air could be heard, yet no one could utter a single word.
Mu Yan and Dugu Jiu, the two Body Integration Great Perfection experts, were now like clay statues, their minds having completely ceased functioning.
Xu Nuo tightly covered her mouth, her cool eyes filled with shock.
And above the sky,
The remaining three Yao Gods—Myriad Poison, Savage Elephant, and Shadow—had long since lost all traces of cruelty and mockery on their faces, replaced by boundless terror.
"No... impossible!" Myriad Poison Yao God shrieked, his voice sharp and piercing.
"Blood Luo... was instantly killed?!"
Savage Elephant Yao God's muscular body actually began to tremble slightly.
Shadow Yao God, who was leading them, showed an expression of extreme seriousness in his abyssal eyes for the first time, even carrying a hint of fear he was unwilling to admit.
He stared fixedly at Chen Yuan, his voice hoarse and dry:
"You... what Realm are you exactly?!"
Chen Yuan did not answer. He merely turned his gaze calmly toward the three of them, slightly raising the qingyou sword in his hand.
"Come at me together. Perhaps you can make me slightly serious."
This time, no one thought he was arrogant.
Sensing the supreme Sword Intent emanating from the qingyou sword, which made their Souls tremble, the remaining three Yao Gods instinctively unleashed their strongest Divine Abilities simultaneously!
"Myriad Poison Devours Heaven!"
"Savage Elephant Collapses World!"
"Shadow Decimation!"
Towering poisonous mist transformed into billions of venomous insects that shrieked and lunged; a Savage Elephant Phantom trampled the Void Realm, causing continuous collapse; and countless shadowy sharp thorns silently stabbed toward Chen Yuan's vital points from all directions!
Facing the combined enraged strike of the three Mahayana Yao Gods, Chen Yuan finally nodded slightly.
"Now this looks a little more decent."
Before his words finished, he swung the qingyou sword again.
This time, there were still no fancy sword moves, only three brilliant white sword lights that met the poisonous mist, the Savage Elephant, and the Shadows, respectively.
The result was predictable.
The poisonous mist was annihilated, the Savage Elephant Phantom shattered, and the shadowy sharp thorns melted away.
The three white sword lights pierced through all obstacles and struck the center of the three Yao Gods' brows.
The cruel smile of Myriad Poison Yao God froze on his face;
The roar of Savage Elephant Yao God abruptly ceased;
Shadow Yao God's form, which had merged into the Shadows, was forced to reappear.
Three pairs of widened pupils, filled with extreme terror and unwillingness, rapidly lost all vitality.
The next moment, the three Mahayana Yao Gods who shook the Northern Barbarians followed in Blood Luo's footsteps, their bodies and Primordial Spirits silently turning into dust and dissipating between heaven and earth.
Four swords, slaying four Mahayana Yao Gods!
In the world, only the figure in green robes holding the sword stood alone in the firmament.
The terrifying sight of four swords annihilating four Yao Gods had completely crushed the morale of the millions-strong Yao Race army below.
As soon as they recovered, they scattered like headless flies, fleeing for their lives in all directions!
Chen Yuan stood in the firmament, looking down at the unsightly scene of the great escape, without a trace of pity in his eyes.
He pointed two fingers like a sword and casually slashed toward the fleeing Yao tide.
An even more brilliant white sword light, like the Nine Heavens Silver River pouring down, instantly swept across the entire battlefield!
Wherever the sword light passed, whether it was a ferocious Yao Beast or a transformed Yao Cultivator, they were annihilated into nothingness before they could even let out a scream.
One sword, clearing the field!
Looking out, the vast mountains and fields originally occupied by the Yao Race were completely emptied!
Only a few traces of the battle remained.
Chen Yuan's expression remained unchanged as he looked at the System Panel; his Emotion Point had reached a terrifying amount of over 800,000.
It seems that killing one Mahayana grants 200,000 Emotion Point.
Chen Yuan, however, cast his gaze toward the more distant heavens and earth.
He slowly closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them!
A supreme Divine Might, far more vast than before, erupted from his body, sweeping out like a tangible tsunami toward the four seas and eight wildernesses!
This Divine Might enveloped mountains and rivers, covered cities and kingdoms, and in an instant, it had covered nearly half of the Tiangang Domain!
Countless beings, regardless of their cultivation or race, trembled in their hearts at this moment, involuntarily looking toward the Nine Heavens Sword Pavilion. A surge of impulse to bow down and worship arose from the depths of their Souls!
Immediately after, a calm voice, yet filled with supreme authority, like the Great Dao Voice, clearly resounded in the minds of all beings across half the Dao Domain:
"This Seat is Chen Yuan. Direct Disciple of the Heavenly Profound Sect, mentored by Cold Serenity Fairy. Today, at the Nine Heavens Sword Pavilion, I use the Sword Heart to Prove the Dao into the God Realm!"
The voice paused, then sounded again:
"From this day forth, all Sword Cultivators under heaven shall deem me as supreme! And they shall also deem the Heavenly Profound Sect as supreme!"
"!!!"
The sound echoed like billions of great bells across the entire Dao Domain, lingering endlessly... above the ruins of the Nine Heavens Sword Pavilion.
Mu Yan, Dugu Jiu, Xu Nuo, and all the surviving Disciples looked up at the godlike figure in the sky, each one completely petrified as if struck by the Nine Heavens thunder.
Using the Sword Heart to Prove the Dao and enter the God Realm?!
All Sword Cultivators under heaven shall deem him as supreme?!
Deem the Heavenly Profound Sect as supreme?!
Mu Yan and Dugu Jiu exchanged glances, seeing boundless shock in each other's eyes.
They finally understood why Chen Yuan could so easily kill Mahayana Yao Gods before.
Sword God! That was a Realm that only existed in legends, transcending all living beings!
Chen Yuan retracted the Divine Might that had enveloped half the Dao Domain, and his figure slowly descended, returning to the broken cliffside, standing beside Xu Nuo.
It wasn't until he landed that Mu Yan, Dugu Jiu, and the others suddenly snapped out of their extreme shock.
"Thump!"
Led by Mu Yan and Dugu Jiu, all the survivors of the Nine Heavens Sword Pavilion—whether Elder or Disciple, including Soaring Heaven who had previously knelt and begged for mercy—all bowed deeply toward Chen Yuan with utmost respect and piety, their foreheads pressed against the ground, simultaneously shouting with excitement and boundless reverence:
"We respectfully greet the Sword God!"
"We thank the Sword God for saving our Sect and averting the collapse of the heavens!"
The chorus of voices was filled with gratitude for surviving the catastrophe and absolute deference to the supreme powerhouse.
Chen Yuan looked calmly at the kneeling crowd, his gaze finally resting on Xu Nuo beside him.
Xu Nuo was also looking at him, complex light flickering in her cool eyes.
Chen Yuan smiled faintly at her, reaching out and gently grasping her slightly cold small hand.