249: Chapter 249 A Single Herb, Cutting Down the Sun, Moon, and Stars

Xu Chen stood with his hands behind his back on the city wall. As his light, provocative words fell, the celestial phenomena in this world suddenly changed drastically.

In the deepest part of the Da Chu Allied Army's formation, a previously inconspicuous black luxurious carriage exploded.

A terrifying, overwhelming pressure, carrying an Extreme Dao divine charm that transcended the laws of this world, instantly swept across a vast territory of tens of thousands of miles.

Quasi-Emperor.

The thick clouds above the sky were brutally torn apart by this violent aura.

The once bright daytime instantly darkened, gales howled, sand and stones flew, and the entire border battlefield seemed to plunge into an abyss of doomsday.

The Da Chu soldiers below, who had been scared witless by the Supreme Sword Heart, immediately clutched at it like a life-saving straw upon feeling this familiar and vast aura.

They knelt in unison on the blood-stained mud, kowtowing frantically and erupting in deafening, fanatical shouts.

"Greetings to the Old Ancestor upon his emergence!"

"Please, Old Ancestor, strengthen our Great Chu military might and slay this fiend!"

Amidst the worship of a million people, an old man in a gray-brown robe, whose body was shriveled like a withered tree stump, silently appeared above the Nine Heavens.

In his deep-set eye sockets, two terrifying emerald-green ghostly flames flickered, locking onto the ethereal white-robed figure on the Town Dragon Pass city tower.

This was the strongest foundation of the Da Chu Dynasty, which had lingered for thousands of years, the Chu Family Old Ancestor.

The Chu Family Old Ancestor lowered his head slightly and glanced at Chu Wudi, the Da Chu Imperial Prince, whose sternum was completely shattered and whose life hung by a thread in the formation below. His withered face twitched violently a few times, and the killing intent in his eyes almost solidified into tangible frost.

"Ignorant junior, how dare you injure my Great Chu Crown Prince and destroy my army's morale. If I don't extract your soul, refine it, and burn it as a sky lantern for a hundred years today, what face will my Da Chu Dynasty have left!"

The Chu Family Old Ancestor's voice was extremely unpleasant, like two rusty iron plates violently rubbing against each other, utterly grating.

This voice, mixed with Quasi-Emperor level soul pressure, shook the sturdy city walls of Town Dragon Pass below, causing large chunks of broken stone to peel off.

Facing such Quasi-Emperor pressure, which was enough to make any Saint King kneel on the spot, Xu Chen still stood on the edge of the parapet. The strong wind blowing towards him didn't even stir a single corner of his clothes.

He sized up the decrepit old monster in mid-air, feeling utterly bored.

The aura of death on this old fellow was almost impossible to conceal, and the blood qi in his body was extremely dry. At most, he could only be considered a crippled Quasi-Emperor with one foot in the grave.

If he had stayed honestly in his coffin underground, he might have been able to prolong his life for another hundred or eighty years with the help of formations. But now, he insisted on coming out and showing off in front of him, truly tired of living.

Xu Chen shook his head indifferently, his gaze calmly returning.

"Old bones, you talk too much. If you want to fight, hurry up; my wife is still waiting for me to come home for dinner."

As soon as these words were spoken, the three Da Chu Saint Kings suspended in the distance simultaneously gasped, feeling their scalps tingle.

Could this white-robed young man be an absolute madman?

A mere cultivator who had just stepped into the Sage realm dared to speak so presumptuously to a Quasi-Emperor.

Although there was only one major realm difference between a Sage and a Quasi-Emperor, the chasm between them was like the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, something that no amount of extraordinary talent could bridge.

"Seeking death!"

The Chu Family Old Ancestor laughed in extreme anger. He could no longer suppress the tyrannical killing intent in his heart, and his withered, eagle-claw-like hand suddenly reached out.

Above the sky, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of ten thousand miles began to violently surge and converge, instantly forming a colossal, sky-obscuring gray-black giant hand tens of thousands of feet in size.

This giant hand not only completely enveloped the city tower where Xu Chen was, but also covered the entire Town Dragon Pass, which was dozens of miles long, in a suffocating shadow.

Within the palm of the giant hand, Quasi-Emperor level destructive laws subtly circulated, carrying terrifying power that could flatten everything, and it slammed down towards the ground.

The Old Ancestor was thoroughly enraged; this strike was clearly intended to annihilate Xu Chen along with the entire Town Dragon Pass.

The Da Chu soldiers all climbed up from the ground, their faces revealing cruel and bloodthirsty smiles, ready to enjoy the spectacular sight of this mighty Great Xia pass, which had blocked the Da Chu iron cavalry for countless years, turning into dust.

Facing this sky-shrouding, world-destroying strike, Xu Chen still did not draw the sword at his waist, nor did he use the astonishing extreme dao imperial weapons in his storage ring.

He lowered his head slightly, his gaze falling with the wind into a crack in the city brick at his feet.

There was a withered, yellow blade of wild grass, trembling in the strong wind, as if it could break at any moment.

Xu Chen bent down, extended two slender fingers, and with a gentle and casual motion, plucked the withered grass, playing with it idly between his fingertips.

Seeing this scene, the Chu Family Old Ancestor in mid-air had eyes full of condescending disdain and mockery.

"What, do you know that you can't escape from this old man's Quasi-Emperor domain, and are you preparing to pluck a wild blade of grass to sweep your own grave?"

Xu Chen ignored the old monster's taunts.

He gently held the withered grass between his fingertips, and his previously lazy and casual aura abruptly converged at this moment.

In its place was a supreme sharpness that caused all things in this Heavenly Dao to tremble violently. As this sharpness emerged, all weapons in heaven and earth, regardless of friend or foe, let out mournful cries of submission.

Grass Character Sword Art.

One of the Ten Fierce Divine Arts, fabled to have shaken all ages.

A single blade of grass can sever the sun, moon, and stars.

In the depths of Xu Chen's profound eyes, the terrifying anomaly of collapsing and regenerating star rivers subtly reflected.

With a slight movement of his wrist, he used the withered grass in his hand as a sword and lightly swung it towards the overwhelming Quasi-Emperor giant hand in the sky.

A wisp of green sword qi, as fine as a strand of silk, drifted out from the tip of the shriveled withered grass.

This green sword qi rapidly grew with the wind, transforming in an instant into a peerless green radiance spanning between heaven and earth.

All sounds in heaven and earth were completely stripped away at this moment, and even the flow of time seemed to halt before this single sword strike.

The sky-shrouding giant hand, imbued with Quasi-Emperor destructive laws, instantly felt like a hot knife cutting through soft butter upon contact with this green sword qi.

Without the slightest obstruction, the colossal giant hand, tens of thousands of feet in size, was cleanly severed from the middle, split into two.

The collapsing law power scattered in all directions like a bursting flood.

"Impossible!"

The Chu Family Old Ancestor's cloudy eyes bulged, and his age-spotted face was completely twisted by extreme fear.

From that seemingly thin green sword qi, he felt the purest Great Dao of Destruction. It was a supreme power capable of severing the river of time and obliterating all life and reincarnation in the world.

This was Emperor-level swordsmanship.

Flee.

Must flee.

Only this frantic thought remained in the Chu Family Old Ancestor's mind.

He desperately urged the remaining blood qi in his body, wanting to tear through the void behind him to escape, even sacrificing his Quasi-Emperor Origin, which he had nurtured for thousands of years, in exchange for a sliver of life.

But it was all too late.

The peerless green sword qi left only a lingering afterimage in the sky before flashing past.

The Chu Family Old Ancestor's escaping movement instantly froze in mid-air.

A slightly chilly breeze blew past. This Quasi-Emperor expert, representing the strongest foundation of the Da Chu Dynasty, didn't even have time to let out a final desperate scream before his entire shriveled body, like a sand sculpture weathered for millions of years, turned into fine dust filling the sky.

Completely erased from this world, without even a trace of his divine soul imprint remaining.

A Sage slaying a Quasi-Emperor.

It only took one sword, or rather, just a common withered blade of grass.

The gap in combat power at the ceiling was demonstrated vividly at this moment.

After annihilating the Chu Family Old Ancestor, the residual power of that green sword qi did not diminish in the slightest.

It swept forward, carrying a sharpness that tore through everything, towards the endless Da Chu Allied Army camp.

Wherever the green radiance passed, the void was forcibly ploughed into a colossal, bottomless black crack.

The three Da Chu Saint Kings, who were originally high and mighty, didn't even have time to react before this sword qi, and their bodies were instantly vaporized into a cloud of blood mist.

Those war beasts as massive as mountains, the sturdy war chariots covered with layers of defensive formations, and even the hundreds of thousands of Da Chu vanguard troops, were all mercilessly flattened by this sword qi like fragile wheat waves, swept away with destructive force.

This peerless sword qi swept across the land for a full thirty thousand miles, until it leveled a continuous mountain range at the edge of the horizon, before finally exhausting its power and dissipating at the ends of the earth.

Outside the border fortress, which had been shrouded in dark clouds and filled with murderous aura, a terrifying abyss, hundreds of feet wide and thirty thousand miles long, suddenly appeared. Sword qi crisscrossed at the bottom of the abyss, even cutting the nearby space into shattered fragments.

The Da Chu Dynasty's million-strong allied army, touted as invincible, suffered more than half its casualties from Xu Chen's casual sword strike.

The remaining hundreds of thousands of Da Chu soldiers all stared blankly at the terrifying chasm before them, as if a divine punishment had descended from the heavens.

Their weapons clattered to the ground one after another, and a large number of them fell to their knees, their pupils filled with scattered horror, unable to even muster the strength to turn and flee.

On the dilapidated city wall of Town Dragon Pass, Xu Chen stood quietly, retracting his arm.

The withered grass he held between his fingers, after enduring the terrifying energy load of the Supreme Sword Art, finally reached its limit and turned into a wisp of green smoke, scattering with the wind from his fingertips.

Xu Chen lightly clapped his hands to dust them off, and seeing the incredibly tragic scene below, he raised an eyebrow slightly.

He thought to himself that he hadn't controlled his strength well just now; it was a little too heavy, actually scraping off a layer of the land in that territory.

In the future, when using this Grass Character Sword Art, he would have to restrain himself a bit.

Xu Chen turned around and looked towards the rear of Town Dragon Pass.

The Great Xia soldiers whom he had sent to safety were now all standing still, as if petrified.

These battle-hardened, iron-blooded men were now looking at him with eyes that could no longer be described as awe; they were practically looking at a living, peerless deity.

Ignoring their extremely fervent gazes, Xu Chen casually patted the wrinkles on his sleeves.

The trouble was finally resolved.

It was also time to go back to his worried wife and claim his expedition reward.

A gentle smile curved Xu Chen's lips. His figure soared into the sky, transforming into a brilliant stream of light, and flew directly towards the direction of the Great Xia Imperial Capital.