66: Chapter 66 Crushing Flies! The Witch Instantly Kills the Chosen One with a Wave of Her Sleeve

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

The various Cultivators, who had previously been unable to catch their breath under the pressure of endless, bloody Devilish Qi, now struggled to lift their heads.

That dazzling sword radiance, rising from the ruins, was like the only dawn tearing through the desperate night.

It carried an indomitable, self-sacrificial Aura, wrapped in ancient and vast Sword Intent, shooting straight into the clouds.

In this apocalyptic desperate situation, human reason is always the most fragile.

At the edge of the plaza, those usually high-and-mighty Sword Sect Elders and Inner Sect Disciples were now like drowning people grasping at a straw.

They ignored the white jade floor tiles melting with a sizzling sound under the erosion of the Devilish Qi, and they ignored the nauseatingly thick smell of blood in the air.

Some even knelt on the ground in excitement, hot tears of fanaticism welling up in their bloodshot eyes as they worshipped the sword light that shot into the sky.

"Such pure Sword Intent! This is a long-lost supreme sword technique!"

"Who is it? Which expert of our Sword Sect has stepped forward in this life-or-death crisis?"

"Heaven has not forsaken us! We are saved, we are saved!"

The hope in despair turned into deafening shouts; these voices intertwined, forming a wave of sound attempting to disperse the heavy bloody haze overhead.

They couldn't see who was wrapped in that light at all; as long as that terrifying witch in the sky could be blocked, to them, that was the god of their lifetime.

And at this very moment, wrapped in the core of the brilliant sword light was none other than Ancient Sword Emperor Xiao Chen, covered in blood and looking like a grim ghost.

Listening to the worship and shouts coming like a tsunami from below, a morbid, twisted flush appeared on Ancient Sword Emperor Xiao Chen's face, which was covered in blood and mud.

His Dantian had long since shattered, dried up without a trace of True Qi, and his Meridians were broken inch by inch, sending waves of dull, knife-cutting pain at every moment.

But this broken shell did not hinder his extreme mental excitement; instead, it pushed him to an unprecedented Peak of fanaticism.

The fierce wind relentlessly tore at his tattered clothes, and bright red blood spilled out from the corners of his eyes, nose, and pores, turning into dense mists of blood that merged into the surrounding sword light, adding a touch of eerie and tragic scarlet to this originally majestic sword radiance.

"Did you hear that? This is the applause that belongs to me, Ancient Sword Emperor Xiao Chen!"

Ancient Sword Emperor Xiao Chen roared madly in his heart, his Soul trembling.

He completely ignited the last trace of the previous life's Sword Emperor Divine Soul in his Sea of Consciousness, using his last vitality as fuel to forcibly exchange for this short and illusory Peak combat power.

He firmly believed that the Heavenly Dao letting him Rebirth with his memories was definitely not to let him have his Meridians crippled and be kicked off a cliff like a wild dog.

The apocalyptic Demonic Path disaster before him was simply a desperate stage specifically prepared for him by the Heavenly Dao!

As long as this sword strike could fell the witch above the clouds, he would be able to recast his invincible Sword Heart in the ruins and become the savior of the entire Central Region and even the Immortal Realm.

By then, all humiliation would be washed away, that blind Senior Sister would return to his side in tears, and that Gu Yi, who had taken everything from him, would only be able to crawl under his brilliance forever like a rat in a sewer!

"I am the Sword Emperor of the Nine Heavens! How dare a mere demonic obstacle block my Dao? Shatter for me!"

Ancient Sword Emperor Xiao Chen's eyes widened, the corners of his eyes splitting open from excessive force.

He let out a hoarse, beast-like roar, driving the Great Luo Heaven-Splitting Sword light that threatened to completely incinerate his broken body, and with unyielding arrogance, slashed fiercely toward the rolling bloody clouds in the sky.

Wherever the sword light passed, the Void Realm rippled visibly to the naked eye, with a terrifying momentum.

The shouts of the Cultivators in the Sword King City below rose to a Peak, and everyone held their breath, staring fixedly at the scene about to collide.

The sword radiance was less than ten feet away from the thick blood clouds.

At this critical moment, the rolling, sky-covering bloody Devilish Qi cloud seemed to be slightly disturbed, slowly splitting open a huge gap on both sides.

In that deep rift appeared a tall, aloof, and oppressive figure in red.

Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao looked down from above at the brilliant sword light that was rushing madly toward her.

This Demonic Path giant, whose cultivation had reached the Peak of Soul Transformation, had not even a trace of emotional fluctuation in her cold, dead eyes, which were like bottomless abysses.

There was only the purest indifference and annoyance, as if she were looking at a fly buzzing at her feet.

Facing this sword strike that Ancient Sword Emperor Xiao Chen had burned his Divine Soul for and believed to be earth-shattering, Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao did not even touch the weapon at her waist with a single finger.

She simply raised her jade-white arm slightly, her wide blood-colored sleeves meeting the biting gale, and waved them horizontally at the approaching sword light in a casual manner.

Boom—!

With this dull, extreme air explosion, it was as if an invisible ten-thousand-ton divine mountain had collapsed above the sea of clouds.

The bloody Devilish Qi originally lingering in the sky was instantly drained by this wave, condensing into a tangible dark red storm that struck down with the force of a landslide and a tidal wave.

That sword light, which carried all of Ancient Sword Emperor Xiao Chen's ambition, arrogance, and the hope of countless Cultivators below, was as fragile as rotten wood that had been weathered for a hundred years in front of this dark red storm.

Crack!

A crisp, piercing shattering sound exploded in mid-air.

The moment the brilliant sword radiance touched the blood-colored storm, it was like exquisite glass struck head-on by a giant hammer, its surface instantly covered with dense cracks, then it shattered with a bang, turning into dim light spots that drifted away with the wind.

"No... This is impossible! My Dao of the sword..."

The moment the sword light shattered, Ancient Sword Emperor Xiao Chen, having lost all protection, faced that earth-destroying Peak Soul Transformation pressure with his broken Physical Body.

The fanaticism, arrogance, and unyielding nature in his eyes were completely frozen at this moment, replaced by endless fear and incomprehensible despair.

Following that were his bones, Meridians, and flesh.

Splat—!

A dull and blood-curdling sound of flesh bursting echoed in the sky.

Under the pressure of this absolute power, Ancient Sword Emperor Xiao Chen's body couldn't even hold out for half a breath; it was like a tomato being squeezed and burst instantly, exploding in mid-air and turning into a cloud of scarlet, eye-catching blood mist.

Together with the Sword Emperor Divine Soul of his previous life, which had just burned out and attempted to possess a corpse, he was wiped clean with that casual wave.

Body and Soul destroyed.

He died without causing the slightest ripple, not even touching a corner of Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao's clothes, not even qualifying to be looked at by her.

On the Sword King City plaza below, the boiling cheers and prayers were cut off abruptly, as if their throats had been tightly pinched by an invisible steel hand.

Dead silence.

A dead silence more chilling than before the arrival of the Devilish Qi instantly enveloped the entire ruin.

Those Sword Cultivators who had just been kneeling on the ground, full of hope, were all gaping, staring blankly at the fine rain of blood slowly falling from the sky.

The fire of hope that had just ignited in their eyes was completely extinguished by a basin of cold water mixed with ten-thousand-year ice, leaving not even a spark.

Replacing it was a bottomless abyss, deeper and more suffocating than before.

"Defeated... Even that earth-shattering Sword Intent couldn't block a single blow from her..."

An Elder of the Sword Sect with not-weak cultivation trembled violently.

The broken sword that had accompanied him for a hundred years fell to the blood-soaked floor tiles with a "clang."

His legs went weak, and he collapsed into a heap of mud, his eyes completely losing their last focus, leaving only endless gray defeat.

"Ignorant fool."

Liu Qingwan snorted coldly from the side, her tone filled with undisguised disdain.

But her jade hand gripping the sword hilt tightened even more.

She knew very well that the life or death of that madman was irrelevant; the truly fatal threat was the woman in red in the sky who had casually slapped the madman to death.

Senior Sister Mu Qingxue, hiding behind Gu Yi, felt the nauseatingly thick smell of blood coming from outside the barrier and slightly furrowed her pretty brows.

She did not look at the tragic scene in the sky, but pressed her cheek more tightly against Gu Yi's broad back, her hands gripping his lapels tightly.

It was as if only this familiar and warm touch could completely isolate her from the cruel slaughter outside.

[Ding! System scan confirmed: Former Child of Destiny 'Ancient Sword Emperor Xiao Chen' Physical Body shattered, Divine Soul destroyed.]

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The rain of blood in the sky had not yet completely fallen, and Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao above the clouds had already withdrawn her wide sleeves.

Her dark, beautiful eyes, devoid of any human emotional color, scanned the city that was heading toward destruction at will.

Those ant-like creatures trembling under her Devilish Qi, who had lost even the courage to flee, could not arouse the slightest interest in her to continue killing.

Gradually, her gaze passed through the layers of collapsed ruins and scattered blood mist, resting in one direction.

In the dark red decay and dead silence, that pale golden defensive barrier emitting pure masculine Qi was like a beacon in the night, looking so out of place, and so glaring.

Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao's cold gaze penetrated the barrier without obstruction, locking directly onto the young man inside, who was wearing a moon-white robe and exuding majestic and alluring pure-yang vitality.

Gu Yi, who was inside the barrier, felt his hair stand on end the moment he was watched.

Even though they were separated by a great distance, and even though he had the powerful True Qi of the Creation Immortal Body to protect him, he still clearly felt that a gaze as piercing as ten-thousand-year black ice, full of absolute oppressive force, was nailed tightly to his spine, as if even his Soul was about to be frozen.