472: Chapter 473 Ten Thousand Swords Pay Homage! Kneel, or Die!

The gates of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion swung wide open.

A chill Sword Qi, accumulated over who knows how many ten-thousand years, erupted from within the pavilion like a bursting flood.

The violent sword wind caused the air to shriek shrilly.

Chu Ling, Bai Li, and the other women hurriedly raised defensive shields.

Luo Qingyao was wearing a slightly loose cyan Daoist robe, but because she had just experienced nourishment, her delicate skin was flushed white and red. As she walked, the plump contours of her chest trembled slightly, stretching the somewhat rough robe into alluring curves. She hunched her shoulders, following meekly behind Su Yang.

Chu Ling's ice-blue long dress clung tightly to her body in the sword wind, accentuating her tall, shapely figure and slender legs. She looked inside the gate, a glimmer of light appearing in her clear, cold eyes.

"What powerful Sword Intent. There must be a peerless divine sword that has developed intelligence inside," Chu Ling said in a crisp voice.

Su Yang, hands in his casual trouser pockets, looked calm. He took a long stride and walked in first.

"Let's go in and take a look."

The moment they stepped into the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, the view before their eyes suddenly opened up.

The space inside was a hundred times larger than it appeared from the outside; it was clearly a formation using space folding.

High in the air of the great hall, countless Flying Swords circled densely. Some were entirely crimson, radiating scorching flames; others were entirely deep blue, wreathed in bone-chilling frost.

Thousands upon thousands of Flying Swords swirled slowly above the hall like a massive river of steel.

At the very center of this river of Flying Swords, a giant divine sword, ten zhang long, entirely dark gold, and wreathed in black lightning, hovered silently in the Void Realm.

The pressure radiating from this divine sword was the most terrifying, faintly reaching the level of the Dao Integration Realm. All the surrounding Flying Swords kept a conscious distance from it as they drifted, like subservient courtiers.

As Su Yang and his group walked into the hall, Hum! The giant dark-gold divine sword trembled violently.

Immediately after, the tens of thousands of Flying Swords circling in mid-air stopped simultaneously. Countless sharp sword tips pointed all at once at Su Yang and the others standing at the entrance.

"Those who trespass in the Sword Pavilion, die!"

A cold, elderly voice exploded directly in everyone's minds.

The moment the voice fell, Clatter! The river of steel formed by tens of thousands of Flying Swords, accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of breaking through the air, shot toward Su Yang and the others like a torrential rain, covering the sky and earth.

Every Flying Sword carried incomparably sharp Sword Qi, shredding the air into pieces instantly.

Qin Xueji's face turned pale. Even though she had just reached the Nascent Soul Stage, facing this sky-obscuring storm of Sword Qi, she felt pain all over her skin.

Chu Ling stepped forward, and the ice-blue Flying Sword in her hand instantly unsheathed.

"Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice, Sword Seals the World!"

Chu Ling quickly formed seals with her hands, and the Profound Ice Qi within her body erupted without reservation.

A pale blue ice wall, several zhang thick, instantly condensed before the group. The ice wall radiated cold air like a deep abyss, as if it would freeze even space itself.

Clang, clang, clang! Dense collision sounds rang out.

The first few hundred Flying Swords to rush over slammed heavily into the ice wall. The cold air spread rapidly along the sword bodies, freezing these Flying Swords directly into icicles that fell helplessly to the ground.

However, the number of Flying Swords behind was simply too great.

That dark-gold lightning divine sword let out a long howl in the Void Realm, releasing a black lightning bolt as thick as a water bucket, instantly shattering Chu Ling's ice wall.

The recoil force made Chu Ling's delicate body tremble, her face turning slightly pale, and she took three steps back.

Su Yang reached out and supported her slender waist. It felt warm and soft to the touch.

"Step back. This sword is almost ready to take human form; you cannot deal with it right now," Su Yang said indifferently.

He let go and strode toward the rain of swords falling from the sky.

He took his hands out of his pockets. The black and silver star river mother gold gauntlets lit up with brilliant dark-gold rays of light.

Watching the whistling Flying Swords, Su Yang looked disdainful.

"A pile of scrap metal, daring to bark in front of me."

Su Yang stood in place, his right hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and he punched out.

Boom! Without any fancy Divine Ability, it was just the purest Pure Yang True Qi combined with the supreme amplification of the star river mother gold.

A dark-gold fist beam, one hundred meters in diameter, swept across the entire Void Realm like a fierce dragon descending from a mountain.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The first few thousand Flying Swords to rush over were smashed into pieces the moment they came into contact with the dark-gold fist beam, turning into metal fragments flying across the sky.

Su Yang's figure flashed, and he disappeared from where he stood.

When he reappeared, he had already crossed a distance of several thousand meters and was standing directly in front of that dark-gold lightning divine sword.

The divine sword seemed to sense a fatal threat. The black lightning on its body surged wildly, turning into a hundred-zhang-long lightning dragon. It opened its massive mouth and lunged straight at Su Yang's face.

"Shatter for me!" Su Yang was expressionless. Wearing the gauntlet on his right hand, he did not dodge or evade, smashing his fist onto the lightning dragon's head.

Boom! The violent black lightning was instantly annihilated under Su Yang's fist.

Su Yang's right hand reached out, grabbing the blade of the ten-zhang-long divine sword like an iron pincer.

Sizzle. The violent lightning and sharp Sword Qi were crazily cutting at Su Yang's glove and palm, making a harsh, grating sound.

But the star river mother gold was indestructible. The muscles on Su Yang's arms bulged high, and golden blood surged through his veins. No matter how wildly the divine sword struggled, it could not move forward even a fraction.

"Let go of me! You lowly human!" The terrified voice of that elderly person came from within the sword body.

"Your mouth is quite tough." Su Yang's right hand suddenly exerted force.

The Pure Yang True Fire within his body erupted, and dark-gold flames poured crazily into the divine sword along its body, beginning to ruthlessly refine its sword spirit.

"Ah! It burns! Mercy!" The sword spirit inside the divine sword let out miserable screams. It had survived for over one hundred thousand years, and this was the first time it had seen a human with such a terrifying Physical Body and such overbearing flames.

Its sword body began to tremble violently, and its originally cold and arrogant posture completely vanished.

"Kneel, or die!" Su Yang looked at the divine sword, his eyes cold, and the Pure Yang True Fire within his body increased by a few degrees.

Under the scorching heat of the extremely rigid and masculine fire, the dark-gold sword body of this divine sword began to turn slightly red, and the sword spirit inside was almost completely burned into nothingness.

Faced with the terror of life and death, the sword spirit could no longer care about dignity.

"I submit! I submit! Please, Master, put away the divine fire!" The divine sword let out a mournful cry of supplication.

With the submission of the divine sword, the violent pressure shrouding the interior of the pavilion dissipated instantly.

Su Yang relaxed his palm.

That ten-zhang-long lightning divine sword spun in mid-air, shrinking rapidly, and finally turned into an exquisite long sword only three feet long, radiating a faint dark-gold luster.

It hovered obediently in front of Su Yang, and the hilt actively offered itself to Su Yang's hand, emitting a series of fawning whimpers.

Meanwhile, the tens of thousands of Flying Swords circling in mid-air were like soldiers who had lost their general.

Clatter. Tens of thousands of Flying Swords fell from mid-air simultaneously, their tips stuck firmly into the white jade floor, their hilts bent slightly, bowing in the direction of Su Yang.

Ten Thousand Swords Bowing!

The entire Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion was silent.

Behind, Luo Qingyao and Qin Xueji were completely stunned.

They knew Su Yang was strong, but every time they saw Su Yang resolve a battle in this almost barbaric, unreasonable way, the visual impact still made their hearts race.

Luo Qingyao looked at the man standing at the center of the Ten Thousand Swords Bowing, feeling her cheeks burning and her lower abdomen heating up slightly. Such a supreme man could truly make any woman willing to submit.

Chu Ling stepped forward, her beautiful eyes filled with fervor and worship.

"Boss, you are too amazing."

Su Yang grabbed the dark-gold divine sword hovering before him and tossed it directly into Chu Ling's arms.

"This sword has a good foundation; take it as your Natal Flying Sword," Su Yang said indifferently.

Chu Ling hurriedly caught the Flying Sword.

The dark-gold divine sword trembled slightly in Chu Ling's hand, seemingly unwilling, but after feeling Su Yang's cold gaze, it immediately became obedient and submissively recognized its master.

"Thank you, Boss!" Chu Ling's pretty face flushed with excitement. Holding the divine sword, she wished she could offer Su Yang the most intimate reward right now.

Su Yang patted her back, then turned his gaze toward the deepest part of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion.

Behind those tens of thousands of kneeling Flying Swords, there was a wall built of cold jade stone. In the center of the wall, there was a tightly closed small door, with a hint of an ancient aura flickering faintly on it.

"Let's go, the core treasure vault is inside."

Su Yang put his hands back into his pockets and led the way.