248: Chapter 248 Supreme Sword Heart: Your sword, dare you point it at me?

That sky-covering, blood-colored ghost claw, carrying the terrifying pressure of a Saint King, smashed down towards the city wall of Town Dragon Pass.

The ear-piercing sonic boom tore through the surrounding air, and the bluestone bricks on the city wall began to crack inch by inch before they even touched this force.

The soldiers of the Great Xia Dynasty hiding under the protection of the Formation in the rear all had their eyes split with rage, closing them in despair.

In their view, no matter how high the cultivation of that young man in white was, it was absolutely impossible for him to withstand an angry strike from a high-ranking Saint King with just his Physical Body.

Facing this world-destroying offensive, Xu Chen still stood with his hands behind his back, not even lifting a single finger.

He merely raised his head calmly, and in his eyes, which were as deep as an abyss, a trace of golden light flashed extremely subtly.

"Crack."

A subtle yet extremely crisp cracking sound suddenly rang out in mid-air.

Just when the blood-colored ghost claw was less than three feet from the top of Xu Chen's head, it seemed to collide with an invisible and intangible absolute Domain.

Following that, under the incredulous gaze of the million-strong army, that huge ghost claw, condensed from Saintly Laws, shattered inch by inch like fragile glass, turning into specks of blood-colored light that scattered into the wind without a trace.

"Pfft!"

In mid-air, the Saint King who had attacked was struck as if by lightning.

He clutched his chest violently, opened his mouth to spit out a large mouthful of blood, his figure staggered back several steps in mid-air, his eyes filled with ghost-like horror.

How is this possible!

There was no spiritual energy fluctuation, no defensive Magic Treasure was deployed, and not even a Protective Aura was revealed.

His full-strength strike was extinguished just like that, without a sound?

Not only this Saint King, but the other two Saint Kings of the Da Chu Dynasty also gasped in unison, their scalps tingling.

This young man in white was extremely strange.

"Trash! Simply a bunch of trash!"

Da Chu Prince Chu Wudi, riding on the back of a Sky-Splitting Tiger, saw this and was immediately furious.

He could not understand the deep horror of the scene just now, only assuming that his own Saint King had underestimated the enemy and lost face for the Da Chu Dynasty.

Chu Wudi was naturally arrogant and had awakened the extremely rare Ancient Greedy Wolf Battle Physique, always looking down on everyone.

Seeing the army's morale suffer, he immediately decided to take action himself to regain lost ground.

"Kid, what kind of skill is it to act mysterious! Today, this prince will let you see what true absolute power is!"

Chu Wudi roared, squeezed the tiger's belly hard with both legs, and shot into the sky like a cannonball.

While in mid-air, he flicked his wrist and summoned a deep blue longsword that emitted a bone-chilling cold light from his storage space.

Once this sword appeared, the temperature of the surrounding world plummeted, and even fine frost condensed in the air.

A sharp Sword Qi belonging to a Saint Treasure shot straight into the clouds.

"That is the national Saint Treasure of the Da Chu Dynasty, the Frost Sword!"

Behind Town Dragon Pass, an old general of the Great Xia Dynasty recognized the Origin of this sword and immediately exclaimed, deep worry appearing in his eyes once again.

A prince at the Peak of the Dragon Transformation Realm, coupled with such a powerful Saint Treasure, would have a lethality absolutely not inferior to a true Saint.

"Die for me!"

Chu Wudi gripped the hilt of the Frost Sword with both hands, pouring the violent Greedy Wolf battle Qi within his body into it without reservation.

The longsword hummed violently, and a hundred-zhang-long deep blue frost Sword Qi formed, carrying a terrifying might that could freeze the Soul, slashing down towards Xu Chen on the city wall.

If this sword strike landed, the entire city gate of Town Dragon Pass would be split in two.

Xu Chen looked at the whistling frost Sword Qi and couldn't help but find it somewhat funny.

To think someone would dare to use a sword in front of him.

Ever since he received the full-level talent feedback from the Sword Dao Saint Fetus in Wan'er's womb, his Sword Dao attainments had already reached the Realm of Perfection in this world.

Coupled with his Chaos Supreme Sword Heart that was immune to all Laws, he was now the absolute Dominator of all Sword Cultivators in this world.

In this Domain, even a Great Emperor would have to step aside, let alone a mere piece of trash at the Dragon Transformation Realm.

Xu Chen couldn't even be bothered to draw the sword at his waist; he merely raised his eyelids slightly, locking his calm gaze onto the Frost Sword showing off in mid-air.

His thin lips parted slightly, spitting out a few cold words.

"Your sword, dare to point at me?"

The voice was not loud, yet it contained an indescribable, supreme Dao truth.

Boom.

An invisible yet vast and boundless Supreme Sword Heart, with Xu Chen as the center, boomed and spread in all directions.

This was not a physical attack, but an absolute suppression of status from the Origin of the Sword Dao.

At the very instant Xu Chen's voice fell, the seemingly unstoppable hundred-zhang frost Sword Qi in mid-air was forced to freeze in mid-air, unable to advance even an inch further.

Following that, the Frost Saint Treasure held tightly in Chu Wudi's hand began to tremble violently.

That was not the resonance of power infusion, but extreme fear from the depths of the sword's Soul.

"Hum, hum, hum."

The Frost Sword let out an extremely sharp and miserable wail, like a subject seeing a supreme Emperor who had descended with thunderous rage; the sword body actually bent downward at a shocking angle in full view of everyone, as if kowtowing to Xu Chen to beg for forgiveness.

"This... what is going on?! Cut down, I command you!"

Chu Wudi's eyes were almost popping out; he desperately urged his spiritual energy, wanting to regain control of this Saint Treasure, only to find that the Bloodline connection between himself and the Frost Sword had been ruthlessly severed by a supreme will.

The next instant.

A sudden change occurred.

That hundred-zhang frost Sword Qi that was originally going to slash at Xu Chen, under the guidance of the Supreme Sword Heart, suddenly turned its spearhead in mid-air.

"No!"

Chu Wudi only had time to let out a desperate scream.

The violently incomparable frost Sword Qi, carrying the terrifying destructive power of the Saint Treasure's backlash, slammed fiercely into his own chest.

With a muffled bang.

Chu Wudi's pride-and-joy Ancient Greedy Wolf Battle Physique was like paper in front of this sword, instantly shattering into pieces.

His sternum was shattered, blood sprayed wildly, and his whole body was like a kite with a broken string, flying backward at ten times the speed he had come.

He drew a long line of blood in mid-air, finally smashing heavily into the vanguard camp of the Da Chu allied army, causing Chaos and overturning people and horses.

The dignified Da Chu Prince was left in an unknown state of life or death on the spot.

And the Frost Sword, having lost its master, turned into a stream of light and flew to the city wall, with a "clang," the blade pierced deeply into the bluestone bricks under Xu Chen's feet.

The hilt was still trembling slightly, like a pet wagging its tail to beg for pity, submitting to its true master.

The million-strong allied army of the Da Chu Dynasty was so quiet at this moment that one could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was like a duck with its neck throttled, unable to make a sound.

The three Saint Kings hovering in mid-air were even stiffer, their foreheads covered in fine cold sweat, and even their breathing became cautious.

Sword Heart Clarity? Ten thousand swords submitting?

This is the supreme Realm that legend says only ancient Sword Emperors could touch.

What kind of terrifying monster is standing on this city wall of the Great Xia Dynasty?

Xu Chen didn't even look at the Saint Treasure at his feet; he slowly raised his head, his gaze passing over the three shivering Saint Kings, directly casting towards the deepest part of the Da Chu allied army camp.

Just a moment ago, he clearly sensed that under the cover of the heavy military tents, a decaying yet extremely powerful aura was rapidly Awakening.

That aura exceeded a Saint and had already stepped half a foot into the threshold of the Emperor Realm.

"Are you finally willing to come out?"

The corners of Xu Chen's mouth curled up slightly, and a light of eagerness flashed in his eyes.

He had deliberately used only his gaze to suppress them just now, just to force out the true helmsman behind this million-strong army.

What he wanted was a complete crushing, to let this group of idiots who dared to target his Empress wife and great-granddaughter experience what true despair was.

"After killing the small ones, finally an old one is coming. I just don't know if your old bones are enough for me to strike one sword."