203: I am the Master of Sword

At a command, the sword cloud in the sky seemed to have a spirit, instantly descending at Chen Xiuyu's order.

The sunlight shone, reflecting dazzling light from every flying sword, like the Milky Way hanging upside down.

"Flying straight down three thousand feet, suspected to be the Milky Way falling from the ninth heaven."

At this moment, no poem could better describe the magnificent scene before them.

The firmament was torn apart, and the entire battlefield was filled with the sound of ten thousand swordsMing (ming - a resonant sound).

Under the terrifying pressure, not only did ten thousand swords submit, but everyone on the battlefield also couldn't withstand the pressure, stumbling and kneeling to show their submission.

"Su Ming, what do you have to fight me with!"

At this moment, Chen Xiuyu seemed to have become the master of this world, looking down upon all under heaven.

The sword rain, following his voice, crashed down, intending to make Su Ming disappear completely from this world.

Su Ming stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sword rain that could tear apart all things in the sky, without joy or sorrow.

It must be said that Chen Xiuyu was indeed the Son of Destiny; the move he unleashed made even him feel a pang of alarm.

But that was all.

Showing off flying swords in front of him? What was the difference between that and wielding a large saber in front of Guan Yu?

The sky full of flying swords was already close at hand; in the next second, they would dismember him, crush his bones, leaving no trace of him in this world.

From a distance, Chen Xiuyu watched this scene excitedly, his bloodshot eyes filled with the satisfaction of avenging a great hatred.

He could finally kill Su Ming and completely eradicate the nightmare in his heart.

However, in the next moment, Chen Xiuyu was astonished to find that at the brink of death, Su Ming's face showed no trace of fear; instead, a mocking smile appeared.

His heart inexplicably tightened, and an ominous premonition surged forth.

Before he could react, he saw Su Ming's aura change completely; a sword intent even more formidable than his own shot into the sky, straight to the clouds.

"I am the Lord of the Sword Dao; all swords under heaven must obey my command!"

The incomparably domineering voice reached Chen Xiuyu's ears, and also reached the ears of everyone present.

"He wasn't scared silly, was he...?"

As soon as this thought arose in everyone's minds, they heard a collective sword cry from the sky full of flying swords.

This sword cry, unlike the previous majestic aura, was more like a plea for mercy to their king.

In the next second, under everyone's horrified gaze, all the flying swords stopped in front of Su Ming, their blades trembling, their tips pointing downwards, as if showing submission.

And Su Ming, just stood there, enjoying the homage of thousands of flying swords.

This scene had too great an impact on the crowd; everyone's mouths unconsciously gaped open, and their eyes revealed deep bewilderment and horror.

"Impossible!!! This is impossible!!!!"

Chen Xiuyu's heart was even more turbulent, and he unconsciously took a few steps back, because he found that a thought of wanting to submit to Su Ming had also arisen in his heart.

This was something he could never accept.

"I don't believe it!!! I don't believe it!!!!"

"Fall for me!!!!"

Chen Xiuyu formed hand seals, frantically urging the internal qi within his body, trying to regain control of the sky full of flying swords.

But he quickly discovered in despair that those flying swords, which he had clearly summoned, had now completely escaped his control.

"Go!"

Su Ming's lips curved into a smile, and with a wave of his large hand, the swarm of swords seemed to have received a command, directly flying back and charging towards Chen Xiuyu.

Chen Xiuyu hadn't felt much earlier, but when the sky full of sword rain targeted him, he truly felt the terror of this move.

The dense flying swords seemed to surround the entire world; no matter where he hid, he could feel that sensation of being watched.

"Why is this happening!! Why is this happening!!!!"

Chen Xiuyu was so terrified that tears streamed down his face; now, he wished he could drag the deceased Sword Elder out of his coffin to question him thoroughly.

According to the memories left by Sword Elder, his skills came from a secret technique of one of the Tian Yuan Continent's top sects, the Sword Sect: "Sword Come, Ten Thousand Swords Return to One, Unstoppable by Gods or Demons."

Why was it that Su Ming merely waved his sleeve and easily blocked it?

In the blink of an eye, the sword rain had arrived before Chen Xiuyu, its whistling sound incessant.

As if playing with him, each flying sword grazed past Chen Xiuyu, but each time it was narrowly missing him, not truly harming him in the slightest, instead striking the sandy ground behind him.

"Boom~!"

"Boom boom boom~!"

Each flying sword was like a grenade, unleashing incredibly terrifying power.

Deafening explosions were incessant, making everyone's heads buzz and blood flow from their ears.

And Chen Xiuyu's disheveled figure was completely submerged in the sword rain.

After an unknown amount of time, the sky full of sword rain finally all fell, and the terrifying power directly stirred up a huge sandstorm in the Wild Desert.

Yellow sand filled the sky, obscuring it completely, leaving a hazy gray state.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, the deterrence brought by the terrifying sword rain congealing everyone's blood.

The cheers of the Great Gan soldiers had long since stopped; they stared blankly at the location where the yellow sand permeated, not knowing what they were thinking.

The people of North Desolation also showed no reaction, completely immersed in the shock Su Ming had brought them, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

"Xiuyu!!!!"

A heart-wrenching cry broke the silence on the battlefield; Su Yiyao, disheveled, rushed towards Chen Xiuyu's direction like a madwoman.

Su Ming did not stop her; he merely watched her desolate figure quietly, feeling immensely pleased in his heart.

He had not struck Chen Xiuyu a fatal blow, because rather than letting him die so easily, it was better to torment him further before his death.

You, Su Yiyao, don't you think Chen Xiuyu is your destined one? Then today, I will let you see his true appearance.

The sky full of dust was still spreading, showing no signs of dissipating.

But everyone no longer had the will to continue fighting, because they all realized that under Su Ming's immortal-like methods, their battle was like children playing house, making them laugh in vain.

After an unknown amount of time, the sand and dust finally gradually receded, returning tranquility to this land.

But when everyone saw the scene beneath the wind and sand, they were once again utterly shocked by the sight before them.

As far as the eye could see, the once flat desert had become scarred, with countless large and small deep pits, as if countless meteorites had crashed to the ground, creating meteorite craters.

Dense, long swords were plunged into the ground, leaving only their hilts exposed, like an incredibly magnificent sword tomb.

Chen Xiuyu knelt at the bottom of the largest deep pit, his head bowed, his life or death unknown.

And Su Yiyao held him tightly in her arms, sobbing incessantly.

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