84: Chapter 84 Xu Chen Makes His Move: Today, I, a Half-Saint, Slay a Saint!

Tianjian Mountain Range.

This place was once a holy land in the hearts of countless sword cultivators, filled with misty spiritual energy and sword qi soaring to the skies. But today, this sacred ground met its doomsday.

"Rumble—"

The sky was torn asunder as a hundred massive Imperial Clan warships descended like dark clouds, blotting out the sunlight for ten thousand miles. The terrifying pressure caused the Guardian Divine Beasts within the Tianjian Holy Land to huddle on the ground, trembling and not daring to make a sound.

"The Xu Family... they really attacked!"

Zhao Tian Gang, the Holy Lord of Tianjian, stood before the main peak's hall. Looking at the war flags embroidered with the character 'Xu' above his head, his face turned ashen.

He never imagined that his worthless son would actually bring a catastrophe of total destruction upon the sect!

"Activate the Sect Protection Array! All elders, follow me to meet the enemy!"

Zhao Tian Gang roared, raising his Saint Weapon longsword high. A blood-red light screen rose, enveloping the entire Tianjian Holy Land. This was the Tianjian Holy Land's final trump card—the Tianjian God-Slaying Array, which was claimed to be unbreakable by anyone below the Great Saint realm.

"Hmph! Mere parlor tricks!"

Above the clouds, Xu Zhan Tian looked at the blood-colored light screen with eyes full of disdain.

"Grandson, watch your ancestor crack this thing open with one halberd strike!"

As he spoke, he prepared to swing the fangtian painted halberd that had tasted the blood of countless experts.

"Wait."

Xu Chen reached out to stop his hot-tempered ancestor.

He stood at the bow of the ship, his robes fluttering. Behind him followed the two peerless beauties, Ye Qingwu and Nangong Waner, looking like an immortal couple on an outing.

"Ancestor, why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken?"

Xu Chen looked down at the Tianjian Holy Lord cowering in his turtle shell, the corner of his mouth curling into a playful arc.

"You rest, old man. Let me handle this first battle."

"You?"

Xu Zhan Tian was stunned for a moment, looking at Xu Chen with some concern.

"My dear grandson, although Zhao Tian Gang is trash, he is still at the late stage of the Saint Realm. You've only just broken through to Half-Saint. Crossing such a large cultivation gap... won't it be too much?"

Although he knew the Xu Family's Qilin Son had heaven-defying talent, a Half-Saint slaying a Late-stage Saint was a rarity even in the history of the Central Province.

"Too much?"

Xu Chen gave a light chuckle. With a flash of light in his hand, the demon sword 'burning stillness'—which he had always disdained—appeared in his grasp.

"If it weren't a challenge, would I still be called a genius?"

"It just so happens I've learned a new sword technique and lack a durable target to test it on."

With that, Xu Chen stepped off the warship. His figure was like lightning, appearing instantly above the Tianjian Holy Land's array.

"Zhao Tian Gang!"

Xu Chen's voice was like rolling heavenly thunder, echoing throughout the Tianjian Mountain Range.

"Your son, Zhao Wuji, has already been crippled by me."

"As his father, don't you want to come out and seek revenge for him?"

"Or perhaps..."

Xu Chen's eyes were contemptuous as he casually twirled the demon sword.

"Everyone in the Tianjian Holy Land is just a bunch of cowards hiding in a turtle shell?"

"You brat, you go too far!"

As the master of a sect, when had Zhao Tian Gang ever suffered such humiliation?

Furthermore, the grudge of a son's destruction was irreconcilable!

"Since you seek death, I shall grant it to you!"

Zhao Tian Gang roared and actually charged out of the Sect Protection Array of his own accord. In his view, while Xu Chen had a background that reached the heavens, his cultivation was only at the Half-Saint level. If he could capture Xu Chen alive, he could use him as a hostage to force the Xu Family army to retreat!

This was the Tianjian Holy Land's only path to survival!

"Die!"

Zhao Tian Gang did not hold back at all, striking with his full power from the start.

"Tianjian Nine Styles—Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Ancestor!"

Tens of millions of sword qi condensed behind him, transforming into a vast river of swords. Carrying the momentum to tear through the void, it surged toward Xu Chen.

This strike was enough to instantly kill any expert who had just entered the Saint Realm!

"Good timing!"

Facing this world-destroying strike, Xu Chen advanced instead of retreating.

He didn't use any defensive treasures, nor did he even fully activate his protective spiritual energy.

He simply held his sword with one hand and swung it nonchalantly toward the rushing river of swords.

This strike was plain and unremarkable.

There were no earth-shattering phenomena, nor any dazzling light.

But the moment the sword's edge sliced through the void.

An indescribable Sword Intent, seemingly from the dawn of chaos, suddenly erupted.

"Zheng—"

A clear sword hum rang out, overpowering all other sounds in the world.

Followed by.

The aggressive, ten-thousand-foot river of swords, upon contact with Xu Chen's sword qi, actually melted and disintegrated like snow meeting a scorching sun.

Not only that.

The residual power of Xu Chen's strike directly severed the river of swords and continued unabated toward Zhao Tian Gang's body!

"What?!"

Zhao Tian Gang turned pale with fright; it was too late to dodge.

He could only hurriedly raise his Saint Weapon longsword to block.

"Clang!"

A massive sound of clashing metal erupted.

Zhao Tian Gang felt an irresistible, colossal force strike him, shattering the webbing between his thumb and forefinger. He was sent flying like a cannonball, slamming violently into the Sect Protection Array below.

"Boom!"

The Sect Protection Array shook violently, and the force of the impact actually caused a series of fine cracks to appear.

"This... how is this possible?!"

Zhao Tian Gang slid down from the array, his hair disheveled. He looked at the purple-gold figure in the sky with a face full of terror.

One strike!

Just one strike!

He, a Late-stage Saint, had actually been defeated head-on by a Half-Saint?!

What kind of monster is this?!

"Down already?"

Xu Chen hovered in mid-air, shaking his head with some disappointment.

"I haven't even used my strength, and you've already fallen?"

"Tianjian Holy Lord? Merely this much."

He raised the demon sword, pointing the tip directly at Zhao Tian Gang.

"For this next strike, I will only use thirty percent of my power."

"I hope it allows you to... die with a bit more dignity."