192: Armor combined, sword slays Nascent Soul.

Within the gray, deadly space.

There was a deathly silence.

There was no light, no sound, no Spiritual Qi.

The concepts of time and space became blurred, as if completely stripped from the world and thrown into a sea of cold nothingness.

The thirty Ziyang Battle Guards no longer possessed the arrogance and Battle Intent they once had as elites.

They stood back to back, forming a circle that continuously contracted inward. The flickering Spiritual Light of their Magic Treasures became the only light source in this dead silent world, yet it appeared so weak and powerless.

Their breathing was almost stagnant, but their hearts pounded like drums, each beat shaking their chests with pain.

Confusion, unease, and fear of the unknown filled everyone's faces.

They were the Song Family's blades, strong Cultivators who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Yet, their experience of surviving a hundred battles was useless here; all their Divine Sense probes were like mud oxen entering the sea.

They had completely become blind and deaf.

"Cheer up, all of you!"

Song Qingyun forcibly suppressed the tremor that made his Divine Soul shiver, and roared with all his might.

"It's just a mere Formation space! Can it really trap and kill us?!"

"Working together, even a true Blessed Land would have a hole blasted through it!"

His voice echoed in the silence, but it was terrifyingly hollow, and even he could detect an undisguised tremor.

He wanted to boost morale, and even more, he wanted to use this roar to dispel the ever-growing shadow of despair in his heart.

Just then.

A figure in a green robe appeared out of thin air.

Without any warning, without any fluctuation.

He didn't walk out, nor did he fly over; he was as if the Dominator of this space.

From the Void Realm, he condensed his form, silently standing a hundred zhang away in the gray mist before them.

It was Shen Yuanmo.

"It's you!"

Song Qingyun's pupils suddenly constricted to the size of needlepoints, shocked and enraged!

"Little Beast! You still dare to appear before this Old Man!"

"Do you think that with such a broken Formation, you can harm us?!"

The Ziyang Battle Guards behind him also instantly found an outlet, as if drowning people grasping at a life-saving straw. They all aimed their Magic Treasures at Shen Yuanmo, their eyes bursting with venomous hatred, using roars to cover their fear.

However, facing the wrath of these thirty-one top Cultivators, Shen Yuanmo's face was indifferent.

He didn't even bother to respond.

That was merely the wailing of defeated dogs.

He just calmly raised his eyes.

Those deep eyes swept over Song Qingyun and the thirty Ziyang Battle Guards.

There was no contempt, no mockery in his gaze, only a pure, absolute coldness, as if he were examining a group of dust destined to be erased.

Then, he had a thought.

Buzz—!

In an instant, mysterious gray Dao patterns, like ancient divine chains come alive, emerged from the Void Realm, intertwining, weaving, and fusing!

A set of ferocious battle armor, appearing in a deep glazed color, covered his entire body in a dazzling stream of light!

On the helmet, two domineering Dragon horns shot up into the sky, as if to pierce through this Chaos!

At the center of the chest plate, a Taiji Yin and Yang fish pattern, formed by the interweaving of two completely opposite Dao charms—the creation of the Five Elements and the destruction of all things—began to slowly rotate!

With each rotation, the surrounding Chaos space wailed and twisted, as if about to be completely crushed and assimilated by this supreme power!

The great five elements destruction glazed armor!

Fusion!

Boom!!!

The moment the battle armor was donned!

An indescribable terrifying pressure, even beyond everyone present's comprehension, transformed into a tangible storm that exploded from within Shen Yuanmo's body!

That was no longer mere Dharma power pressure!

That was the creative power of the Five Elements' rotation, the ultimate stillness of destruction of all things, and even contained a trace of Nascent Soul Divine Charm that transcended the rules of this world!

That was an absolute suppression from a higher life level!

Crack! Crackle—!

The protective Spiritual Light condensed by Dharma power in front of Song Qingyun and the others shattered like glazed glass struck by a ten-thousand-zhang hammer, not even lasting for a single breath, emitting a piercing shriek of sorrow!

"This... this... this is impossible!"

The moment Song Qingyun felt this pressure, his eyes, red with anger, almost burst out of their sockets!

The thirty Golden Core Great Perfection Cultivators behind him were even more crushed by this power, their bones emitting unbearable cracking sounds, creaking!

Their faces were as pale as paper, their legs trembled uncontrollably, and they almost collapsed to their knees on the spot!

What did they see?!

A Golden Core Cultivator!

A Golden Core Cultivator, who in their eyes was not even an ant, after putting on a set of battle armor, emitted an aura... even more terrifying than their Family's Half-step Soul Transformation, Old Ancestor Xuan Yi, who had been in seclusion for many years?!

What kind of monster was this?!

Their hundreds or thousands of years of cultivation knowledge, their proud dignity as strong Cultivators, were utterly shattered by this utterly unreasonable and terrifying power at this moment!

"Now,"

Shen Yuanmo's voice slowly emanated from beneath the ferocious Dragon horn helmet, hollow, cold, without a trace of human emotion.

"Do you still think you can get out?"

This voice was like the final judgment from the God of Death of the Nine Netherworlds!

Making Song Qingyun and the others tremble all over, chilled to the bone!

Get out?

This thought had long been crushed to dust, not even a speck of ash remained!

Their only thought now was how to survive! Even if it was just for one more breath!

"Kill! Form the Formation! Fight him to the death! Kill our way out!"

Song Qingyun let out a desperate roar. He knew that they had no retreat!

Today, it's either you die, or I perish!

The thirty Ziyang Battle Guards behind him also forcibly suppressed the fear and trembling from the depths of their Souls, activating the last trace of Dharma power in their Dantian without reservation, attempting to form their final reliance—the Ziyang Heaven-Burning Battle Formation!

However, would Shen Yuanmo give them this chance?

The instant Song Qingyun's roar fell.

Shen Yuanmo's figure left a gradually fading afterimage in place.

He himself, like a drop of thick ink falling into clear water, instantly merged into this gray Chaos space!

He disappeared!

Too fast!

So fast that Song Qingyun's Late Nascent Soul Stage Divine Sense became a complete joke, unable to capture any trajectory!

The next moment!

Clang—!

A high-pitched, clear sword cry, as if capable of severing the long river of time and space, resounded throughout the entire space!

The great evolution immortal slaying sword!

It was in Shen Yuanmo's hand, he knew not when!

A gray sword light, devouring all light and hope, so abruptly and unreasonably, tore through the deathly silence, streaked across the sky, and directly slashed towards the thirty Ziyang Battle Guards who were desperately forming their Formation!

"Not good!"

Song Qingyun was horrified, his Divine Soul pounded wildly, and he instinctively moved to block!

Too late!

Pfft!

That gray sword light, unstoppable, met no resistance, and instantly cut the battle Formation's Qi machine, which had only just condensed less than halfway, in two!

The battle Formation was instantly broken!

The sword light's power remained undiminished, still with an unbeatable momentum, fiercely slashing at Song Qingyun, who bore the brunt of it!

Clang!

A muffled explosion to the extreme!

The protective treasure robe in front of Song Qingyun, which he had nurtured day and night with his Natal Nascent Soul Dharma power, instantly exploded into countless specks of light!

"Puff!"

Song Qingyun felt as if he had been directly struck by a star from outside the heavens!

He was sent flying by an irresistible, terrifying force from a single sword strike!

He spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood in mid-air!

He looked down at his chest in horror.

There, a terrifying sword mark, tearing from his left shoulder all the way to his right abdomen, was deep enough to reveal bone, with internal organs and stark white bone fragments clearly visible!

However, what truly made his Soul flee in terror was his Divine Soul Sea!

He horrifyingly "saw" that the Nascent Soul, which was connected to his life, also had an identical, hideous, terrifying crack from its brow to its Dantian!

A domineering and peerless Destruction Sword Intent, like a maggot attached to bone, was clinging to the crack, frantically gnawing and devouring his Nascent Soul Origin!

One sword!

Just one sword!

He, a dignified Great Late Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, was actually... severely wounded to this extent by a Golden Core?!

With a "boom," Song Qingyun crashed several hundred zhang away. He struggled to lift his head, his vision already blurred by fear and intense pain.

In his sight.

The figure clad in ferocious divine armor, holding a dark longsword, was walking towards him, step by step.

Every step taken seemed to land on his heartbeat, on his rapidly collapsing Divine Soul. In his rapidly constricting pupils due to fear, that figure slowly merged with a supreme divine demon, who had walked out of the primordial Great Desolation, wielding destruction and the end.