778: Chapter 779 One Sword Defeates a Lone Boat!

The piercing Sword Qi surrounding Ling Guzhou suddenly retracted as his eyes locked onto the figure in green before him. His solitary Sword Intent climbed to its peak, causing fine cracks to appear in the surrounding Void Realm.

The long standoff, coupled with the watchful eyes of Ao Zhan and the others, had long since exhausted the Little Sword Emperor's patience.

He wanted to break the deadlock, he wanted to crush his opponent, and he wanted to sever this sudden emergence of a noble green blade before all the world's prodigies.

“Li Xuanfeng.”

Ling Guzhou's voice was cold and raspy, devoid of any emotion, containing only a bone-deep arrogance and obsession.

“Of all the myriad swords in the world, I alone am supreme.”

“Today, I shall use this solitary sword to sever your noble Dao path!”

“Solitary Swan World Burial!!”

The moment his words fell, the entire airspace suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

The wild winds ceased, the dust settled, and only that bone-chilling, solitary Sword Intent remained between heaven and earth.

Ling Guzhou flipped his wrist, and his solitary sword left its sheath, its cold light piercing to the bone.

One sword, struck out!

This strike discarded all complex techniques and stripped away all laws; it did not borrow the momentum of heaven and earth, nor did it rely on external forces. It left only a sharp, solitary purity pushed to the absolute limit.

It was the pinnacle of the sword Dao that Ling Guzhou had spent his entire life refining.

As the sword light rose, heaven and earth fell silent, and the sounds of all things were abruptly cut off.

Wherever the sword light passed, only a hair-thin black scratch that refused to heal for a long time was left in the sky, as if a scar had been sliced into the world itself.

The prodigies in the distance felt their skin prickle and their Divine Souls turn cold before the sword light even reached them, as if an invisible blade was already pressed against their throats.

This was the Solitary Sword Dao.

It borrowed nothing from the outside and asked nothing of Karma; it used only the sharpness of a single sword to flay the world and intimidate all living spirits.

From above, the Daoist Son of Myriad Phenomena's eyes suddenly narrowed as he murmured softly, “Solitary Swan World Burial... he actually pushed this strike to the state of Perfection ahead of time.”

Ao Zhan's eyes constricted slightly, his fingers instinctively tapping as a look of gravity appeared on his face. “This strike actually makes me feel threatened.”

Even Fang Hanyu, who was in the middle of a great battle, couldn't help but steal a glance.

Under the gaze of the multitude, the pale sword light closed in on Li Xuanfeng in an instant.

Facing this killing blow, Li Xuanfeng did not retreat a single step.

He stood in the Void Realm, his green robes motionless in the stagnant air, and swung his long sword!

The layers of the Noble Sword Domain that surrounded him for defense actually internalized and collapsed at this moment.

The boundless sea of swords retracted into a single blade, and thousands of Dao Rhymes condensed onto the edge.

He spoke softly, his tone calm and gentle, yet it overpowered the deathly silence of the world and rang clearly in everyone's ears.

“Brother Ling, your sword severs all life and isolates heaven and earth. It seems invincible, but in reality, you have imprisoned yourself.”

“However, the Dao of the sword is not merely about solitude. Today, I shall show you—”

“What it means to be Noble.”

As his voice fell, the sword was unleashed.

There were no earth-shattering phenomena, no shrieks of tearing through the Void Realm, and no dazzling brilliance.

There was only an indescribably condensed, hazy green flow of light, seemingly compressed from all the upright, grand, and surging Qi in the world, quietly emerging from the tip of the sword.

This green light was open, inclusive, and grand, taking in the righteous Qi of heaven and earth and accommodating the variations of all laws.

The two diametrically opposed sword lights collided violently under the bated breath of everyone watching.

There was no world-destroying energy explosion as expected, nor was there even a violent roar or vibration.

Only a faint 'chi' sound was heard, like ice and snow meeting fire, melting away without a sound.

Ling Guzhou's Solitary Swan World Burial sword light, which condensed his lifelong sword Dao and was enough to bury a Small World, the moment it touched that noble flow of light...

It was like snow under a scorching sun, letting out a 'sizzling' wail as it melted and was annihilated at a visible speed!

The pale, solitary sword light that could sever all things melted away layer by layer at a visible speed the moment it hit the hazy green noble flow of light.

“No—!!!”

Ling Guzhou let out a desperate and unwilling roar as he watched his proudest sword Dao collapse like a sandcastle.

In the next moment, that extremely condensed hazy green flow of light lightly tapped the spine of the solitary sword he held across his chest.

“Clang—!!!”

A clear, heavy metallic vibration exploded, short and ear-piercing.

The hazy green light penetrated the sword body along the spine, turning into a solid wisp of Sword Qi that pierced straight through Ling Guzhou's Physical Body at the left shoulder!

“Pfft—!”

Golden blood sprayed wildly, staining his white clothes in an extremely eye-catching manner.

That sword light passed through his Physical Body and vanished into the great mountain behind him.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, that hundred-zhang desolate mountain, which had stood for ages and was as hard as divine gold, instantly turned into a sky full of white powder.

A light breeze blew, and it vanished into thin air, completely leveled without leaving a trace.

Covered in blood, Ling Guzhou fell weakly, crashing heavily onto the bare, desolate rocky ground.

One sword, the end.

The wind stopped, and the dust settled.

Above and below the cliff, there was a deathly silence.

“Loneliness is a prison; obsession is a cage.”

“This sword strike is to help you break your obsession.”

One sword.

Just one sword.

The long-famous Little Sword Emperor Ling Guzhou, whose sword Dao was solitary and who ranked at the very front of the heavenly pride list, was defeated!

Even Gu Shitian, who was frantically clashing with Shi Jingxian, couldn't help but pause for a moment, the golden light of his Glazed Divine Body becoming erratic.

Mo Cha's demonic flames suddenly stalled, and Xuan Yi's figure, hidden in the Void Realm, fluctuated slightly.

Golden light flashed in Ao Zhan's Dragon pupils, and Huang Jiutian and the Daoist Son of Myriad Phenomena exchanged a look of utter horror.

Strong! Too strong! This was absolutely not the combat power an Immortal King should possess!

Among the crowd, Mu Chenyu's expression was moved, and he unconsciously gripped his sword tighter as he murmured softly:

“Senior Brother Li's sword has grown stronger again.”

Under the focus of countless horrified gazes, Li Xuanfeng stood quietly in the Void Realm with his sword, his green robes unstained by dust.

He slowly sheathed his sword, its clear chime echoing through heaven and earth.

His gaze swept indifferently over the field, lingering slightly on the ashen-faced Gu Shitian and the erratic Mo Cha.

His voice was steady and neither boastful nor humble, yet it suppressed the scene so that no one dared to breathe loudly.

“Who else wants to test my sword?”

The countless prodigies present instinctively held their breath, their hair standing on end as an indescribable chill rose from the bottom of their hearts.

The murderous aura that had been restless and boiling just moments ago vanished completely at this moment.

No one answered.

Only the wind wailed, kicking up the dust in the air.

Just as everyone was still immersed in the extreme shock of Li Xuanfeng's one-sword defeat of his enemy and their Dao Hearts were wavering...

“Buzz...”

The heavenly pride list hanging high in the sky burst forth with a dazzling golden light without any warning!

Countless gazes shot up into the sky, locking onto the heavenly pride list.

Everyone clearly saw that the gilded names of Shen Jinghong and Lin Mochen, who were originally stuck in the thirties, suddenly jumped and began to climb frantically.

Thirty, twenty-four, eighteen, eleven...

The rankings jumped rapidly, crushing countless prodigies along the way and breaking through layers of ranking shackles with a fierce momentum and no resistance whatsoever.

Three chapters today!