794: Chapter 795 Fang Hanyu Draws His Sword

"What exactly is that Qi screen?! Even the Protective Aura of a typical Immortal Sovereign Peak might not have blocked Ling Guzhou's sword strike so easily!"

Another well-informed Prodigy cried out, his eyes filled with shock and fear.

Fang Hanyu's methods had already surpassed their understanding.

At the very front of the crowd, Ao Zhan had lowered his crossed arms at some point. He leaned forward slightly, and within those brilliant golden Dragon eyes, there was no longer any of the previous scrutiny or indifference.

Instead, they were filled with an unprecedented gravity and a spark of ignited, burning Battle Intent that belonged to a top-tier hunter encountering a powerful opponent.

Beside him, Gu Shitian's posture, which had always been calm with hands behind his back, also quietly tensed up.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze sharp as a knife, locking firmly onto Fang Hanyu's figure as if he wanted to see through him completely.

Though he had previously felt this person was mysterious, he hadn't expected him to be strong to such an extent.

If it were him facing Ling Guzhou's second sword strike, even he would have had to take it seriously; it would have been impossible to handle it so nonchalantly.

A faint trace of wariness quietly brushed past the depths of his heart.

On the high platform, Ling Guzhou retreated three steps with a series of thuds before he managed to stabilize himself.

His face instantly turned as pale as paper, his chest heaved violently, and the hand holding his sword trembled uncontrollably.

He wasn't injured by the counter-shock, but rather, his mental energy and convictions had suffered an unimaginable blow, with stormy waves surging endlessly in his heart.

Two strikes!

Two strikes with all his might!

His famous ultimate technique "World Burial," and "Prison Breaker," which he had comprehended during seclusion with the aim of breaking through!

He couldn't even make the opponent move half a step?! He couldn't even force out a decent counterattack?!

He suddenly looked up, and the way he looked at Fang Hanyu had completely changed.

He finally understood completely that he was wrong, utterly wrong!

How could the person before him be some mediocre fellow who occupied a seat by luck or secret arts?

This was clearly a primordial beast hidden beneath the abyss! His cultivation in the Dao of the sword had long reached a realm that Ling Guzhou could not comprehend!

With his two consecutive trump cards failing completely, Ling Guzhou's face darkened entirely, and the shock in his heart was like a raging sea, beyond words.

He took a deep breath, forcibly calming his churning blood and turbulent mind, and his gaze became more resolute and solemn than ever before.

Things had come to this; he had no way back. Only one sword strike could decide the outcome!

"The third strike, and also the strongest sword strike I can currently perform."

Ling Guzhou spoke each word deliberately, his voice hoarse.

He had originally kept this strike in reserve, intending to use it against Li Xuanfeng in the future to settle their past grievances. Now, facing consecutive setbacks and forced into a corner, he had no choice but to use it early.

This strike was originally created from ten thousand years of insights gathered within an illusion; it was his final trump card, hidden to avenge his past humiliation and sever his Karma with Li Xuanfeng.

He had intended to use this sword to illuminate the Immortal Domain at his most brilliant moment and reclaim all his lost glory.

But now, before this unrivaled and absolute power, he had to burn away every bit of his final pride and dignity!

Ling Guzhou slowly closed his eyes, and the arrogant and sharp Sword Intent radiating from his body completely retracted, compressed, and condensed to the extreme.

Upon the ancient and heavy blade, low and excited hums began to sound, as if a divine Sharp Weapon that had been silent for a long time was already impatient, longing for an exquisitely brilliant blooming of power.

"This sword, Nameless."

The moment the words fell, Ling Guzhou suddenly snapped his eyes open. All arrogance and impetuousness faded from his gaze, and in his heart, there were no distractions other than the longsword in his hand and his lifelong Dao of the sword.

"Slash!"

There were no grand phenomena to set the scene, nor any overwhelming outpouring of power. Ling Guzhou simply had a solemn expression as he calmly and steadily swung this sword forward.

But at the instant this sword strike fell, the flow of time around the entire Dao Discussion Platform seemed to suddenly freeze for a brief moment.

An extremely condensed Sword Qi, as thin as a hair yet containing endless depth, shot out from the tip of the Guhong sword.

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, the solid and stable Void Realm was easily sliced open, leaving a straight and smooth pitch-black crack that lingered in mid-air, unable to heal itself for a long time.

Within this sword strike, all of Ling Guzhou's insights from ten thousand years of tempering his heart in the illusion were condensed; it was the ultimate sublimation of his sword heart, Sword Intent, and Dao of the sword merged into one.

It had already touched the Peak of combat power that his cultivation could reach; it was his true full-strength blow.

Below the platform, Ao Zhan, who had been looking grave, suddenly narrowed his eyes. His golden vertical pupils contracted to the extreme, and his body instinctively entered a state of high alert.

Gu Shitian's expression changed even more drastically. Subconsciously, his fingers hanging at his side imperceptibly traced the outline of a profound defensive seal.

This sword strike was no longer a common struggle between Immortal Sovereigns; it made them feel a massive threat!

Standing opposite and watching the battle quietly, Fang Hanyu calmly gazed at this sword strike that exhausted all of the opponent's foundations. A faint trace of seriousness and... disappointment slowly surfaced in his eyes.

"Is this all the strength you can muster?"

"In that case, let it end!"

The thought flashed by in an instant, and the aura around Fang Hanyu, which had been restrained to the extreme for a long time, suddenly underwent a world-shaking transformation.

As if a Chaos Spring that had been sealed for endless eons had, at this moment, completely torn away its invisible seal.

A sense of vastness that was hard to describe in words slowly spread out from him as the center, enveloping every direction.

This Sword Intent was formless and intangible, yet it was as heavy as ten thousand towering mountains piled together, weighing heavily upon everyone's Divine Soul.

Even through the thick isolating light screen, the hearts of the many Prodigies watching below the platform suddenly sank. Their bodies tensed up, and even their breathing involuntarily became sluggish and difficult.

Many sword-cultivating Prodigies below the platform had drastic changes in expression. Their faces were full of disbelief as they whispered in shock, "This... what kind of Sword Intent is this?"

"How can such a primitive and overbearing supreme Sword Intent, which also contains endless encompassing power, exist in this world!"

Ling Guzhou's pupils contracted violently, and his mind was shaken to the extreme.

He sensed with absolute clarity that the entire Void Realm in front of Fang Hanyu had completely transformed into a primitive world where the Grandmist had just opened and Chaos was yet to be divided.

This place knew no up or down, no past or present; there was only a grey, vast land of Origin, which held both the infinite possibilities of evolving all things and the ultimate power of destruction to annihilate everything.

"You take a sword strike from me as well!"

As Fang Hanyu's soft words fell, a sword glow containing endless Chaos Origin power leisurely flickered out from the longsword in his hand.

The "Nameless Slash" Sword Qi that Ling Guzhou had condensed with his lifelong insights was completely swallowed and dissolved the moment it touched this wisp of Chaos sword glow, without even a chance to resist or struggle.