185: The Sword Sovereign Body is no less than that of the Primordial Profound Dragon Bloodline.

"No matter who you are, since you've come, you shall serve as a snack for this seat!"

"This seat feels that one old thing isn't enough to fill the gaps in my teeth; having another tender one is just right!"

The Black Dragon roared, unable to bear it any longer, and launched the first attack!

The terrifying Soul Power of the dragon condensed into a massive black claw that blotted out the sky, carrying the momentum to crush the Void Realm, and swiped down at the youth's head!

At the same time, a fierce light flashed in Earth Guard's eyes. Coordinating with the Black Dragon, he shook the bone banner in his hand, and countless pitch-black Yin Thunderbolts struck down from the sky!

Two Golden Core Peak combatants, attacking in unison!

This level of might was enough to instantly raze a thousand-foot-high mountain to the ground!

However, facing this world-destroying attack, Sword Lord's expression remained terrifyingly calm.

He did not form hand seals, nor did he chant incantations; he merely reached slowly toward his waist.

Hanging there was a sword.

It was a wooden sword.

It had no spiritual patterns or engravings; one could even see rough wood grain on the sword body.

It looked just like a toy carved by a child playing house.

"Pfft!" Seeing this, Earth Guard, who had been extremely tense, couldn't help but scoff.

"You want to defend against enemies with a broken wooden sword?"

"Are you here to be funny?"

"Even if Myriad Spirits Manor is at its wit's end, you shouldn't be unable to produce even a decent Magical Artifact, right?"

Before the mocking voice had faded, Sword Lord's hand had already grasped the rough hilt.

"The sword is originally ordinary iron, made spiritual by the heart."

"The sword is originally dead wood, brought to life by the Dao."

The youth whispered softly.

The next moment, he drew his sword!

Clang—! There was no crisp sound of metal clashing.

But at the instant the sword left its sheath, it felt as if a dragon's roar from the ancient past echoed throughout the world!

At that moment, time seemed to be in disarray.

In everyone's vision, it was as if they saw strange scenes one after another.

Spring flowers blooming, all things recovering.

Autumn winds bleak, fallen leaves returning to their roots.

Vitality and deathly silence, prosperity and withering.

Two completely different Concepts were actually perfectly fused together!

"This sword strike."

The youth held the wooden sword and lightly swung it toward the dragon claw and Yin Thunderbolts pressing down from the sky.

The movement was as slow as an old man wielding a hoe, yet it was faster than the limits of thought.

"Is named, Spring and Autumn."

Hum—! A single strike was unleashed!

There was no violent Sword Qi rampaging, no brilliant spiritual light exploding.

There was only an invisible, intangible, yet omnipresent "Momentum"!

It was a power of time!

It was a Law of withering and flourishing!

In an instant! The massive Black Dragon claw that had been swiping down aggressively began to weather and dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye in front of this "Momentum"!

It was as if it had experienced the erosion of a long river of time!

"No!!!" The Black Dragon let out a scream of extreme terror!

It felt its Soul Power being crazily stripped away by an irresistible force!

"What sword technique is this?!" "What power is this?!"

Not only the Black Dragon, but the Yin Thunderbolts that Earth Guard had unleashed also vanished silently under this single strike!

But this was only just the beginning.

As this strike was unleashed, an indescribable and terrifying Sword Intent erupted instantly with Myriad Spirits Manor as the center, sweeping across the entire world like an invisible storm!

Zing! Zing! Zing!

Inside Myriad Spirits Manor, the swords held by thousands of Disciples, whether they were Magical Artifacts forged from refined gold or weapons cast from ordinary iron, all flew out of their hands uncontrollably at this moment!

They did not attack anyone, but all hovered in mid-air, sword tips pointing downward, slightly bending their bodies toward the direction of the youth!

It was as if... they were kneeling and bowing!

Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage!

Not just Myriad Spirits Manor, this terrifying Sword Dao fluctuation spread instantly across the entire East Sea Cultivation World at a speed that transcended the limitations of space!

Ten thousand miles away, on an unnamed barren island, two Loose Cultivators who were drawing their swords against each other to fight for a Spiritual Plant suddenly discovered in terror that the magical swords in their hands would no longer obey them.

They were trembling! They were wailing! It was as if they sensed the birth of an existence that made them terrified to the extreme, yet revered to the extreme!

"What's going on? What's wrong with my sword?" "Where did this Sword Intent... come from?!"

All Spirits City, snack street. Mysterious Ink, who had just experienced a bloody slaughter, was accompanying Ye Feiyan as they sat down in front of a noodle stall.

Ye Feiyan had just picked up her chopsticks when suddenly, "Hum!" The high-grade soft sword at her waist began to tremble crazily in its sheath without any warning!

The trembling was so intense that it even caused the whole table to shake!

"Hmm?" Ye Feiyan's expression changed slightly, and she instantly pressed down on the hilt. But this did not calm the sword down.

Instead, she could clearly feel the... submission and yearning coming from the sword body!

Not just her, throughout the entire All Spirits City, all Cultivators who carried swords were in total chaos at this moment!

Countless Flying Swords shot into the sky, bowing from afar toward the direction of Myriad Spirits Manor!

The scene was extremely spectacular, and also extremely terrifying!

"This..." Mysterious Ink looked at this unbelievable scene before him, its pupils slightly contracting.

"Feiyan, what is going on? Could it be that some peerless divine sword has been born?"

Ye Feiyan did not answer immediately. In her beautiful eyes, they were filled with shock and disbelief at this moment.

She lifted her head, her gaze seeming to pierce through endless distances, landing on the distant direction of Myriad Spirits Manor.

After a long while, she took a deep breath and slowly spat out four words. "Sovereign Sword Body."

Mysterious Ink was stunned and asked curiously, "What is a Sovereign Sword Body?"

Ye Feiyan turned her head, looking at Mysterious Ink, her expression unprecedentedly grave.

"In this world, there are thousands of Physiques." "Some are suitable for Body Refining, some for cultivating techniques." "And in the path of the Sword Dao, there are also different ranks."

"The so-called Sovereign Sword Body is the sovereign among swords, the king among kings!"

"This is a natural Physique for a Sword Cultivator!"

"People who possess this Physique do not need to Cultivate any sword techniques; in their hands, a sword is a part of their body."

"Their comprehension of the Sword Dao has no Bottleneck to speak of."

"When ten thousand swords see it, it is like seeing a king; they must submit!"

Speaking of this, Ye Feiyan paused, seemingly looking for a suitable metaphor.

She stared into Mysterious Ink's eyes and said in a deep voice, "Mysterious Ink, you possess the Primordial Black Dragon Bloodline; you are royalty among the Yao Race, your Physical Body is peerless, and your Bloodline suppresses all creatures with scales."

"And the status of this Sovereign Sword Body in the eyes of Sword Cultivators..."

"Its level of terror is not in the slightest inferior to your Primordial Black Dragon Bloodline!"

"Even in the Dao of slaughter, it is even more so!"

Hearing this, a stormy sea surged in Mysterious Ink's heart.

Mysterious Ink knew best just how domineering its Primordial Black Dragon Bloodline was.

That was its Heaven-Defying trump card that allowed it to kill enemies across Realms.

And this so-called Sovereign Sword Body could actually be mentioned in the same breath as its Bloodline?