793: Chapter 794 Chaotic Sword Curtain

Ling Guzhou's Sword Intent was as condensed as if it were physical, the accumulation of a thousand years in the Dao of the sword erupting all at once; his white robes fluttered, looking solitary and peerless.

At this moment, he pushed his Middle Stage Immortal Sovereign cultivation to its absolute limit without reservation.

Every inch of his skin exuded a chilling sword pressure, as if he were a Supreme of the sword walking the world, untainted by the mortal realm.

His gaze landed on Fang Hanyu; without any superfluous words, he struck first, leaving no room for testing.

"Guhong — World Burial!"

A cold shout resounded within the light screen as Ling Guzhou poured his entire cultivation into the Guhong Ancient Sword; his very first move was a killing blow.

In the past, he had lost to Li Xuanfeng with this sword; today, he intended to use it again to crush his opponent in a single strike, washing away the shame of his former defeat and reclaiming his dignity in the Dao of the sword.

The moment the sword momentum erupted, the clouds above the high platform shifted, and a boundless, somber Sword Intent swept out, covering everything.

A vast sword light spanned the sky, carrying a terrifying power that seemed capable of burying all living beings and annihilating ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers as it pressed down ruthlessly toward Fang Hanyu.

This sword’s power was heaven-shaking, its edge peerless, and its Sword Intent heavy and chilling; it was the pinnacle of killing power among Cultivators of the same generation.

"It’s World Burial! The Little Sword Emperor used his strongest killing move right from the start."

"He intends to go all out and crush his opponent in one fell swoop, leaving absolutely no room for maneuver!"

"Indeed, even though he lost to Li Xuanfeng in the past, no one can deny the terrifying power of this sword!"

The prodigies watching from below the stage cried out in surprise one after another upon seeing this familiar sword technique.

Facing this peerless sword, Fang Hanyu unsheathed his longsword, and a wisp of Chaos Sword Qi flowed leisurely from the tip; this wisp of Sword Qi was so plain and simple it was almost inconspicuous.

Yet, the moment this wisp of Chaos Sword Qi emerged, the turbulent air currents of the Void Realm above the high platform suddenly became slow and stagnant, as if the very flow of heaven and earth was being quietly influenced.

The two Sword Qis collided with a boom, arriving in an instant.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone present, that stunning and peerlessly powerful World Burial sword momentum actually began to crumble inch by inch from the outside in.

It dissipated bit by bit into the Void Realm, without even a fraction of its residual power reaching within three feet of Fang Hanyu.

Below the stage, a strange, deathly silence fell instantly, as if the previous exclamations had been choked off.

They had imagined that Fang Hanyu might be heavily injured, or perhaps in a wretched state, or even that he might manage to block it, but they never expected it to be so effortless.

That was World Burial!

Ling Guzhou's pupils shrank suddenly, the arrogance on his face vanished instantly, and a look of unbelievable shock emerged.

His fingers gripping the sword hilt tightened involuntarily, his knuckles turning slightly white.

"This... how can this be?"

He never expected that his Peak killing move, famous for so long, would be blocked head-on so effortlessly by his opponent.

Waves of shock surged in his heart, but they were immediately suppressed by an even stronger Battle Intent: "I’ll see how many times you can block!"

After a brief moment of breath regulation to stabilize his surging blood, Ling Guzhou once again channeled his vast cultivation, and his sword momentum rose again.

"Take my second sword, Guhong — Prison Breaker!"

This sword technique was a brand-new move he had comprehended during his silent meditation and seclusion after his defeat to Li Xuanfeng.

Thus, he named it Prison Breaker, intending to break the prison of the heart, the prison of his realm, and the prison of his past defeat, completely stepping out from the shadow of that loss.

The sword move integrated all the epiphanies he had after his defeat and the new truths of his Dao of the sword; its foundation and power far surpassed World Burial.

It was no longer obsessed with pure slaughter but carried a resolute sharpness intended to break free from shackles and burst through all obstacles.

With a swing of the sword, a sharp sword light of intertwined black and white tore through the sky, the sword pressure stacking layer upon layer.

The Void Realm trembled and roared continuously under such terrifying power; this sword discarded many complex Concepts, born only to break through shackles, its edge becoming increasingly overbearing and sharp.

Meanwhile, Fang Hanyu’s expression remained unchanged as a thin, greyish Qi curtain slowly condensed in front of him; if one looked closely, they might discover that the curtain was actually composed of countless tiny Sword Qis.

The Qi curtain was a seamless whole, like a Chaos mirror that had been silent for eons, quietly spanning the space in front of him; it showed no sign of taking the initiative to attack, possessing only extreme stability and heaviness.

That wisp of Prison Breaker sword light, condensed to the extreme and capable of tearing through the Void Realm, slammed violently into the Chaos Qi Curtain!

"Boom—!!!"

A deafening explosion instantly erupted as the violent sword force and the heavy Qi curtain collided fiercely, stirring up visible shockwaves that lashed frantically against the isolating light screen, causing it to ripple violently!

Several prodigies standing closer to the stage were even forced back half a step by the dull vibrations transmitted through the light screen, the color draining slightly from their faces.

"Blocked?! He blocked it again!" Exclamations suddenly rang out but were quickly replaced by even more intense staring.

Everyone held their breath, staring fixedly at the center of the collision.

They saw the violent and sharp Prison Breaker sword light, like a furious Dragon trapped in the shallows, frantically impacting, tearing, and spinning, trying to drill through that seemingly thin Qi curtain.

The surface of the Qi curtain was pushed slightly inward, and the grey Chaos Qi flowed and divided as rapidly as water, diverting and absorbing that terrifying piercing force concentrated on a single point.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Time seemed to stretch; fine beads of sweat broke out on Ling Guzhou's forehead, his knuckles turned white from the excessive force on his sword, and the immortal essence within his body surged and was consumed at an unprecedented rate, all of it poured into this single sword strike.

He gritted his teeth, a terrifying light erupting from his eyes, his heart roaring: "Break! Break for me!!"

This sword carried his entire will to break his shackles and wash away his past shame; he absolutely could not accept returning empty-handed again!

However, no matter how the sword light raged or how brightly it shone, that Chaos Qi Curtain remained like the deepest abyss of the sea, swallowing all impacts.

The brightness of the sword light dimmed at a visible rate, its violent momentum slowing down as if stuck in a boundless mire, becoming slower and weaker.

"No... impossible..."

In Ling Guzhou's heart, that roar gradually turned into an unbelievable murmur, and a cold chill began to spread up his spine.

Finally, under the gaze of everyone who was tense to the extreme, that Prison Breaker sword light, which had once torn the Void Realm and cracked the platform, let out a final, unwilling, faint hum and was completely annihilated on the surface of the Qi curtain, failing to stir even a single final ripple.

The Chaos Qi Curtain rippled slightly and returned to a state of calm, as if it hadn't felt a thing.

"Hiss—!!!!"

This time, the sound of cold air being sucked in throughout the venue was even more uniform and more horrified than before.

If the first sword being broken made everyone shocked that Fang Hanyu could block it, then this second sword—stronger, sharper, and possessing more will to break the situation—

Being neutralized by the opponent in the same way, and even more calmly, brought a bone-chilling coldness and a total subversion of their understanding.