75: Chapter 75 One sword strike, and the sky collapsed.

The Heavenly Pride Battle, the final round.

The gaze of everyone in Tianjiao City, as well as the billions of living beings watching through the Heaven-Observing Mirror, were all focused on that arena in the clouds.

On one side of the arena stood the Chaos Holy Son of the Chaos Holy Land.

His black hair flew in the wind, and Chaos Qi swirled within his eyes.

The Daoist robe on his body was embroidered with the sun, moon, and stars; as he breathed, the stars on the robe truly moved, emitting a profound Dao charm.

He did not look down on Li Changsheng; his expression was extremely solemn.

His right hand tightly gripped an ancient battle halberd.

The battle halberd was covered in rust, and there was a fist-sized notch on its blade.

Yet, it was this tattered weapon that made every powerhouse in the Saint Realm on the spectator stands feel a strong sense of threat.

"The Chaos Heaven-Opening Halberd, an Emperor Weapon forged in imitation of the Pangu Axe. Although broken, its power is immense," an Old Ancestor of an Imperial Dynasty said.

"The Chaos Holy Son is going all out; for the honor of the Holy Land, he has no way back," a Holy Land Sect Master nearby added.

Everyone felt that this baby's undefeated record would come to an end today.

But on the other side of the arena, Li Changsheng did not look like a finalist at all.

He didn't even look at the Chaos Holy Son opposite him.

The little guy sat on the ground, his chubby hands focused on kneading mud.

It was the "Nine Heavens Soil" he had dug out from the corner of his storage ring, which he treated as ordinary dirt, busily molding it into a little figure.

He played until drool ran down his chin, humming an off-key nursery rhyme.

That sight made the young Cultivators cheering for the Chaos Holy Son under the arena furious.

"Too arrogant! Holy Son, give him a lesson he won't forget!"

"This is an insult! He doesn't take the final seriously!"

Chaos Holy Son Zhou Yan suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart.

That was not an insult.

It was pure indifference.

This indifference made him feel a chill more than any insult.

But he had no choice.

"I am Zhou Yan of the Chaos Holy Land," he announced his name to Li Changsheng, as a final courtesy.

"For the honor of the Holy Land, I will give my all in this battle!"

After he finished speaking, the chief referee looked at the two in this bizarre situation and announced loudly:

"The final, begin!"

A buzzing sound exploded.

As soon as the referee's voice fell, Zhou Yan's Aura rose sharply.

He pushed his Chaos Bloodline to the limit, and strands of gray Chaos Qi rushed from the top of his head into the sky, causing the entire sky to dim.

"Chaos Heaven-Opening!"

He let out a long shout and raised the tattered battle halberd with both hands.

An ancient Aura awakened from the battle halberd.

Infinite black light erupted from the notched blade.

The entire Tianjiao City shook violently.

The protective formation set up by the Great Saints around the arena had its light screen activated until it was as thick as a city wall.

Behind Zhou Yan, a phantom of a Chaos Divine Demon appeared.

The Divine Demon held a giant axe, its muscles bulging, its face blurred.

Just by standing there, space twisted, causing the Great Dao to resonate.

This was the strongest strike he could unleash by using his Chaos Dao Body to activate the Emperor Weapon.

This strike had already transcended the scope of the Marquis Realm and was infinitely close to a strike from a Saint.

On the spectator stands, all the powerhouses looked solemn.

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi stood up abruptly, her palms sweating.

Even those Saint King Elders felt a huge threat.

"How can that child block this strike? Even with an Emperor Weapon to protect his body, he will likely be severely injured," a Holy Lord said in a low voice.

The huge Chaos Divine Demon phantom swung its giant axe, carrying immense power, and slashed fiercely toward Li Changsheng's direction.

But this strike was not aimed at Li Changsheng.

Zhou Yan only wanted to use the shockwave to force him to take it seriously.

He also didn't believe anyone could withstand an Emperor Weapon head-on.

That energy shockwave spread outward.

The ziyang divine tower necklace around Li Changsheng's neck shone slightly, isolating all pressure and killing intent.

He himself did not move at all.

But... the shockwave swept across the ground.

The cute mud doll he had just finished making, placed in front of him, which he was clapping his hands to admire.

"Splat."

It was completely overturned.

It fell apart into pieces.

The cheers of the entire audience stopped instantly.

Zhou Yan, who was exerting his full strength, also froze.

Li Changsheng slowly lowered his head, looking at the pile of shattered "Nine Heavens Soil" on the ground.

His little mouth opened in disbelief.

Then, it puckered up bit by bit.

His big eyes quickly clouded over with moisture and turned red.

A loud cry hadn't yet burst out before he forcefully held it back.

He raised his head, his red eyes staring fixedly at the Chaos Divine Demon phantom in front, and Zhou Yan beneath the phantom.

This was the first time since the start of the tournament that he had shown an expression other than "bored" or "sleepy."

Anger!

Anger to the point of extreme grievance!

"You pay for my mud doll!"

The milky child's voice, carrying a sob, clearly spread throughout the entire venue.

Then, everyone was shocked.

Li Changsheng reached out his little hand and picked up the broken wooden sword he had tossed aside as a toy.

He actually didn't stand up.

Just sitting on the ground, with tears hanging on his chubby face, clutching the wooden sword, he swung it forcefully, with a child's temper, at that Chaos Divine Demon phantom.

No special effects.

No Aura.

No Law fluctuations.

Not even a bit of mana.

It was just a messy swing made by a three-and-a-half-year-old child when angry.

Immediately after.

"Hum—"

A sharp buzzing sound rang out, making even Saints tremble in their hearts.

That protective formation, set up by several Great Saints and claimed to be able to block a strike from a Great Emperor, split open with a large gap from the very center without any warning.

Immediately after, the sky.

The blue sky canopy split open from the middle with a "tear" sound.

A slender black line appeared.

Immediately, the black line rapidly extended to both ends.

Instantly becoming an extremely deep black Void Realm rift from which even light could not escape.

This rift started from above Tianjiao City, went all the way up, tearing through the gale layer, tearing through the Nine Heavens clouds, piercing through the entire world, and reaching the dark Universe beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

The world seemed to have been cut in half by this one sword.

As for that Chaos Divine Demon phantom.

And the Heaven-Opening axe light it swung.

It was like drawing paper entering a furnace.

No explosion, no resistance, not even a sound.

Just like that, silently, from head to toe, along with the twisted space and the shattered Great Dao Laws, it completely evaporated.

As if they had never existed.

On the arena, Zhou Yan froze in place.

The posture of swinging the halberd hadn't even changed.

His expression was dull, filled with terror.

Covered in cold sweat, he couldn't stop trembling.

The entire Tianjiao City, from Saint Kings to Mortal servants, was silent.

All the powerhouses on the spectator stands stood up abruptly.

Their faces were pale, staring fixedly at that terrifying rift in the sky, and at the baby on the arena who was still sobbing, holding the wooden sword.