795: Chapter 796 A Thousand Years of Sword Cultivation, Shattered in a Single Moment!

The momentum of the Chaos sword glow did not diminish in the slightest; it crossed the short distance and struck the tip of the Guhong Ancient Sword in Ling Guzhou's hand with extreme precision.

Crack—!!

A loud, crisp shattering sound that made one's heart tremble suddenly echoed throughout the entire Dao Discussion Platform.

Ling Guzhou's entire body shook violently, as if he had been struck hard by Nine Heavens divine thunder, and the Qi and blood in his body instantly surged in reverse.

Accompanied by a continuous sound of shattering, his life-bound immortal sword, the Guhong Sword, which he had been cultivating with for thousands of years and regarded as his life...

...unexpectedly broke inch by inch on the spot, turning into countless tiny fragments of the sword body, scattering and falling in all directions.

"Pfft—!"

A large mouthful of dim blood mixed with shattered Sword Intent was spat out. Ling Guzhou's figure stumbled back several steps before his body finally went soft and he fell heavily in a corner at the edge of the Dao Discussion Platform.

His originally majestic and biting Sword Intent withered and dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his surrounding aura instantly became weak and chaotic.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the white-robed figure across from him, who was untainted by a speck of dust.

His face no longer held its previous arrogance or Battle Intent, nor was there much resentment or madness; there was only a near-empty deathly silence.

Defeated.

Completely defeated.

How could he be so strong?

"Heh..."

An extremely soft, extremely hoarse voice leaked from Ling Guzhou's throat.

He had wielded a sword all his life, taking solitude as his Dao and peerlessness as his honor.

After thousands of years of tempering and ten thousand years of insight, he had single-mindedly sought that unique path of the sword, but only now did he understand.

In the face of that boundless Chaos, everything he was obsessed with was as small as dust, as laughable as a firefly, and could not withstand a single blow.

"Is my Dao... wrong?"

A barely audible murmur carried the sensation of a crumbling Dao Heart.

A thousand years of conviction, shattered in a single day.

Ling Guzhou's eyes, which had once been as sharp as swords and radiating cold light, were now dim and lusterless. All the spirit seemed to have been completely swallowed and erased by that sword strike just now, leaving only two pools of stagnant water.

He slowly lowered his head, looking at the only half-broken sword remaining in his hand.

That Guhong Ancient Sword, which he had cultivated with his life and which carried all his pride and past, had already turned into countless fragments and scattered.

He raised his other hand, and his fingertips extremely slowly and lightly brushed over those broken sword pieces.

Then, supporting his broken body, he slowly stood up, bent down, and with trembling hands, picked up the fragments of the Guhong Ancient Sword scattered on the ground one by one, gathering them into his palm.

The cold metal fragments stung his skin, but he seemed not to notice.

Having finished all this, holding that handful of broken sword fragments, he walked down the Dao Discussion Platform step by step, silently and without looking back.

Below the platform, there was a deathly silence; no one sighed for him, and no one spoke in mockery.

Everyone was immersed in the shock of that Chaos Sword Intent from just now, their hearts shaken, unable to recover for a long time.

All the clamorous discussions from before had completely dissipated, and the entire world was left with only silent awe.

Fang Hanyu had returned his sword to its sheath at some point. He raised his eyes and calmly swept his gaze over the audience below.

That gaze was not sharp, yet it made the hearts of all the Prodigies who met his eyes skip a beat, and they subconsciously avoided his gaze.

"Whew..."

It was unknown who was the first to let out a long, trembling breath of turbid air that had been held in for a long time.

Then, in the extreme silence, a dream-like voice lowly uttered that name.

"Sword... White... Robe..."

These three words were like a stone thrown into a deep pool.

"Sword White Robe!!"

In the next moment, the long-suppressed wave of sound, mixed with shock, awe, and fanaticism, erupted with a bang, sweeping through the entire Pure Land!

Exclamations, discussions, and low growls of disbelief instantly drowned out everything.

Ao Zhan restrained his Dragon prestige, a deep coldness in his golden eyes, which were filled with extreme wariness.

Gu Shitian also restrained his sharpness, his expression solemn beyond words.

In this Pure Land of Prodigies, the truly deepest-hidden and most terrifying hidden Prodigy was actually him!

At the edge of the high platform, Li Xuanfeng, standing quietly in green robes, looked at the lonely back of the man picking up his sword, a trace of pity flashing in his eyes.

He sighed softly, his voice barely audible: "In the end, he still couldn't make it through."

After a pause, he looked at the transcendent Fang Hanyu in white on the platform, "As expected, Junior Brother Fang's sword can never be judged by common sense."

Above the firmament, the ethereal will of the immortal domain slowly spread an invisible Divine Thought, quietly landing on Fang Hanyu.

Within that indifferent and eternal will, for the first time, there was a clear hint of surprise.

"I misjudged him a bit..."

Beside it, the voice of the Primordial remnant soul sounded, and then slowly dissipated.

After a long time, the boiling clamor gradually subsided, the heat on the field slowly receded, and the tense ranking arena once again restored order.

The stagnant atmosphere slowly dissolved, and everyone's emotions calmed down slightly. Finally, a newly promoted Prodigy could no longer restrain his emotions and stepped onto the stage.

Starting a new round of ranking challenges, attempting to use the residual heat of this great battle to push for a higher rank.

But no one had expected that just as the atmosphere of the arena had slightly eased, two clear and clanging voices actually rang out through the entire world at the same time, instantly suppressing all the small noises in the field.

"Ao Zhan, do you dare to fight!"

"Gu Shitian, come fight!"

The voices broke through the air, sharp and spirited.

Everyone looked toward the sound and saw two figures, one on the left and one on the right, stepping out from the crowd almost simultaneously, landing on the two highest Dao Discussion Platforms in the very center.

It was Battle Asura and Azure Rakshasa; in the next instant, an uproar exploded!

"Are they crazy?! They actually dare to challenge those two?!"

"Xiao Ruobai is challenging the rank one Ao Zhan? Ling Xi is calling out the God Child Gu Shitian?"

"Have they lost their minds from the battle just now?"

Countless gazes, filled with shock and doubt, landed on the two figures as the uproar rose and fell.

Some wrung their hands, some sneered, and more were full of disbelief.

"Sword White Robe is powerful, but they don't really think that being from the same sect means they can also have such Heaven-Defying combat power, do they?!"

"Li Xuanfeng and Sword White Robe are already two great mountains of the same generation. If these two are also this strong, it would be too Heaven-Defying!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"It's just an ant trying to shake a tree, overestimating themselves!"

Mockery, doubt, disdain, and suspicion swept the entire field in an instant.

In front of the high platform, Ao Zhan slowly turned his head, his golden Dragon eyes indifferently sweeping over Xiao Ruobai, with a hint of playfulness in his gaze.

"Seeing Sword White Robe suppress Ling Guzhou, you feel you also have the qualifications to touch my rank one position?"

He shook his head as if he had heard some funny joke, but the light in his eyes gradually became dangerous and sharp:

"Very well, since you insist on seeking defeat, today, this Prince shall let you..."

He took a step forward, and a violent, matchless Dragon prestige mixed with substantial golden Battle Intent soared into the sky, stirring the clouds!

"...witness properly what the true power of rank one is!"

On the other side, the corners of Gu Shitian's lips curled into a cold, sharp arc as he glanced indifferently at Ling Xi.