65: Chapter 65 The Sword Sect's Crisis!

Suffocating, blood-colored demonic might poured down on every corner of Sword King City like a breached heavenly river, without reservation.

The bustling central plaza, which had been hosting the Dao Discussion Conference just a moment ago, had now turned into a living Hell.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood and a nauseating stench of decay. The once indestructible white jade floor tiles, under the corrosion of the blood-colored mist, emitted a teeth-grinding "chi-chi" sound, cracking and melting in large swaths.

"The city protection array is broken! Run!"

"My True Qi... my True Qi is sluggish, I can't mobilize it at all!"

The scattered, fleeing Cultivators let out terrified wails.

Those True Disciples of the Sword Sect, who were usually high and mighty, were now unable to even stand before this Peak Soul Transformation Stage Demonic Path pressure.

Their knees went weak, and they collapsed in droves. Even the courage to draw their swords had been completely crushed by the blood-robed demonic shadow above the clouds.

In front of the Sword Sect's main hall, several core Elders at the Nascent Soul Stage tried to join forces to form an array to resist.

As soon as they touched the blood-colored Devilish Qi pouring down, they were struck as if by lightning. They all coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward like kites with broken strings, smashing heavily into the ruins, their fates unknown.

Despair spread through the city like a plague.

In stark contrast to the chaotic misery outside, the viewing area where the Xuantian Sect was located was firmly covered by a pale golden, translucent True Qi barrier.

Gu Yi sat upright in front of the master's chair, his brows tightly locked.

He pushed his Primordial Limitless Creation Immortal Body to the limit that his current Realm could withstand. Boundless pure yang True Qi was continuously injected into the barrier, desperately resisting the pervasive Devilish Qi corrosion from the outside.

He knew well the weight of a Peak Soul Transformation Stage expert; this level of battle was absolutely not something he could casually intervene in at the moment.

"This enchantress's cultivation is even more unfathomable than it was a hundred years ago..."

Liu Qingwan stood beside Gu Yi. The lazy, carefree Elder demeanor she usually displayed was gone.

Her expression was extremely grave, and those peach-blossom eyes, which usually held a hint of drunkenness, were now sharp as knives.

The life-bound longsword gripped tightly in her hand emitted a low hum. Even though she was also at the Soul Transformation Stage, she felt that Realm suppression which was like a natural chasm.

She moved her steps unobtrusively, using her voluptuous figure to tightly shield Gu Yi's side, ready to draw her sword and fight to the death at any moment.

Behind Gu Yi, Senior Sister Mu Qingxue, who was usually cold and aloof like an ice lotus, had also shed all her haughtiness and detachment.

Having reached the Early Stage of the Nascent Soul Stage, she could barely resist the Devilish Qi from entering her body, but under that Soul-shaking demonic might, her face was still slightly pale. She did not charge forward as she usually did when practicing swordplay, but instead obediently hid behind Gu Yi's broad and upright back.

Senior Sister Mu Qingxue's fair, slender fingers were tightly clutching the hem of Gu Yi's moon-white robe.

Gu Yi noticed the force coming from behind. He didn't look back, but instead reached back and gently patted the back of Senior Sister Mu Qingxue's hand, using his body temperature, which carried a hint of comfort, to tell her that he was right here.

Just in this desperate, deadly silence, Gu Yi's sharp gaze pierced through the heavy layers of blood-colored rain and swept toward a collapsed inn ruin at the edge of the plaza.

Accompanied by the sound of rubble rolling, a hand covered in mud and blood struggled to reach out from the broken walls.

Immediately after, a disheveled, tattered blood-person stood trembling on the top of the ruins, like a vicious ghost crawling out of Hell.

That was Ancient Sword Emperor Xiao Chen.

The former Child of Destiny whose Meridians had been crippled and who had been kicked off the cliff by Gu Yi in the Ancient Sword Tomb.

A flash of astonishment crossed Gu Yi's eyes, and then his expression became strange.

He had thought this "treasure-hunting rat," whose value had been squeezed dry, had died in some obscure corner long ago. He didn't expect that not only was the other party not dead, but he had survived with cockroach-like vitality and even snuck into Sword King City.

At this moment, Ancient Sword Emperor Xiao Chen was miserable to the extreme. His Dantian was shattered, his Meridians were broken, and there was not a trace of True Qi fluctuation on his whole body; he was completely a cripple.

But what was hair-raising was that his blood-stained face showed no fear of the demonic might at all. On the contrary, he raised his head, staring fixedly at the god-like blood-robed demonic shadow in the clouds, and a trace of an extremely crazy, twisted grin appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Heavenly Dao does not end me! Heavenly Dao does not end me, Ancient Sword Emperor Xiao Chen!"

Ancient Sword Emperor Xiao Chen opened his arms and laughed wildly at the sky, his hoarse and shrill voice sounding particularly harsh in the plaza filled with wails.

"The Sword Sect is about to be destroyed, and all people in the world are like ants! This kind of desperate situation, this kind of great catastrophe, is clearly a stage for Awakening arranged by Heavenly Dao for my past life as a Sword Emperor!"

Ancient Sword Emperor Xiao Chen's eyes flashed with pathological fanaticism. He even ignored the Sword Sect Disciples who were looking at him like he was a madman, and fell into some kind of grand delusion on his own.

"Is this kid... crazy?" Liu Qingwan looked in the direction of Gu Yi's gaze, unable to help but knit her beautiful brows, her eyes full of confusion. A cripple with no cultivation, spouting nonsense at a Peak Soul Transformation Stage demoness—if that wasn't courting death, what was?

Gu Yi didn't speak, just curled the corners of his mouth into a mocking sneer.

Sure enough, even if a Child of Destiny is trampled into the mud, that kind of inexplicable, arrogant self-confidence will never disappear.

"You mortals, open your eyes and watch! Today, I will let you see what a true Sword Dao Supreme is!"

Ancient Sword Emperor Xiao Chen's eyes were bloodshot, and he bit the tip of his tongue hard, spitting out a mouthful of heart blood. Not only did he not run away, but he began to frantically burn the last remnant of his past life's Sword Emperor Divine Soul in his Sea of Consciousness.

This was a purely suicidal secret technique. At the cost of completely destroying his body and Soul, he forcibly exchanged for a moment of Peak power.

Boom!

A Sword Intent, carrying ancient vicissitudes and extreme sharpness, actually rose from this broken body.

Violent Sword Qi tore through the skin on his body, blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing him into a thorough blood-person. But he seemed unable to feel the pain, and the expression on his face became more and more sacred and arrogant.

This flash-in-the-pan Sword Intent forcibly tore a small gap in the overwhelming blood-colored demonic might.

This scene caused the surrounding Sword Sect Cultivators, who had originally been completely desperate, to have rays of hope burst forth in their eyes.

"That is... such pure Sword Intent!"

"Could he be an Old Ancestor of our sect living in seclusion?"

"Heaven never closes all doors! We are saved! Our Sword Sect is saved!"

Many Disciples who didn't know the truth were even moved to tears, as if they had grasped the last straw, and began to pray and cheer loudly at Ancient Sword Emperor Xiao Chen.

Listening to the sounds of expectation and worship coming from around him, Ancient Sword Emperor Xiao Chen's vanity was satisfied to an unprecedented degree at this moment.

Although his body was collapsing, his Soul was trembling and reveling. This was the life he wanted; this was the script that belonged to his Sword Emperor!

Gu Yi watched this absurd farce with cold eyes and shook his head.

"Gu Yi, the aura on him is a bit strange, do you want me to deal with him?" Liu Qingwan gripped her sword hilt and asked in a low voice, afraid that this madman would create some variable that would affect the Xuantian Sect's viewing stand.

"No need to worry about him."

Gu Yi's voice was flat, without a trace of fluctuation.

He pulled Senior Sister Mu Qingxue behind him, ensuring the stability of the True Qi barrier.

"If the demonic might of a Peak Soul Transformation Stage could be shaken by burning a wisp of remnant Soul, then the Realm division of the cultivation world would be a joke. We should just watch the show and keep our hands clean."

As soon as Gu Yi finished speaking.

Ancient Sword Emperor Xiao Chen, who was above the ruins, had already burned his Divine Soul to its Peak state. He let out a roar like a Dragon's chant, and his whole body actually transformed into a massive, brilliant sword burning with dazzling light.

"Enchantress! Die! Great Luo Heaven-Splitting Sword!"

With unparalleled arrogance, with the backbone of saving the world, and with the ambition to prove himself again, Ancient Sword Emperor Xiao Chen defied the heavens and rose up. The brilliant sword light pierced through the dark red sky and rushed straight toward the high-and-mighty blood-robed demonic shadow in the clouds.

The eyes of the entire Sword King City plaza were fixed on this heroic sword light, and the air seemed to have completely solidified at this moment.