"Such a terrifying flying blade… such horrifying destructive power! The Thousand-Eyed Demons are renowned for their powerful spiritual force. Each eye on their bodies is a demonic eye with unique abilities, especially illusions. Their spirit and soul are far stronger than other races, and yet—slain in a single strike! What kind of soul technique is this?"
A prodigy of the Eternal Night faction spoke in shock.
"Terrifying indeed. That's a soul technique born from the unity of spirit and soul—a true killing art. It's incredibly hard to defend against. Once released, it targets the soul directly. Brutal. Savage. It's a technique that exists between reality and illusion. And its speed—unbelievable. That fellow didn't even get a chance to react before he was cut down."
Another Eternal Night genius secretly shuddered in fear.
Even for those who had immense mental resilience, the sight of the flying blade was unnerving. If the Thousand-Eyed Demon couldn't withstand a single strike, it meant even a Heaven's Chosen King could be slain instantly.
"Incredible soul technique. I didn't expect King Yi to have such a hidden trump card. I wonder if it can be used repeatedly. If so, with such power, he might just cut his way straight through the enemy ranks."
Zhuge Liang's eyes lit up. He had originally been skeptical of Yi Tianxing choosing to advance alone—facing an army solo was not something one could simply brag about. It required overwhelming strength.
But now, with each trump card Yi Tianxing revealed, Zhuge Liang's confidence grew. His impression of Yi Tianxing deepened.
"Decisive, ruthless, and unyielding—qualities of a true king."
This thought flickered in Zhuge Liang's mind.
"Who dares stop me? I said I would bury him in the Tongtian River—and bury him I shall!"
Yi Tianxing held up the Suppressing Prison Seal, golden light radiating from his body. The Chaos Battle Dragon Robe he wore rippled with draconic might as he coldly challenged the enemies ahead, essentially cursing them to their faces.
"Unbearable! A mere native dares talk to us like that? So what if he has a soul flying blade? Watch me kill him!"
One Eternal Night prodigy couldn't hold back any longer. Being insulted like this in front of so many peers was intolerable.
This challenger was a proud member of the Yamata no Orochi Clan, one of the Eternal Night's major families. As he struck, pitch-black lightning surged forth like demonic dragons, accompanied by devastating gales capable of tearing apart everything in their path.
The Yamata Clan, also known as the Eight-Headed Serpent Clan, start as ordinary snakes. With each cultivation breakthrough, they grow another head. At their peak, they possess nine. Their innate regeneration technique makes them extremely hard to kill—cut off one head, and it regrows unless all are severed at once.
Each head can manifest a unique divine ability, often of destructive nature. They are a race born for destruction.
As the prodigy attacked, thunder and wind drowned Yi Tianxing completely.
"Slash!!"
Yi Tianxing took a step forward, undeterred by the raging storm. Golden light surged as the Divine Severing Blade reappeared, its eyes locking onto the Yamata prodigy.
With a golden flash, the blade appeared in front of the Eternal Night genius, looping once around his neck.
Swish!
Blood sprayed into the sky. A head flew high.
"You can't kill me."
The headless Yamata's neck pulsed with light. A new head rapidly regenerated, the prodigy's face full of confidence. As long as one head remained, he could revive. The loss of a head was only a minor cost of life essence.
"Then I'll grant your wish."
Yi Tianxing's voice was cold.
The Divine Severing Blade flew again. Though already struck once, the Yamata prodigy still felt terror at its sight.
Flash!
Three heads flew off together in one clean stroke.
"What a terrifying blade… it cut through not just my body, but my soul! It severed three of my soul-linked heads in one slash… vicious!"
All three heads spoke simultaneously, eyes filled with horror before their auras dissipated completely.
The corpse collapsed into the Tongtian River and vanished beneath the waves.
At the same time, thunderstorms engulfed Yi Tianxing—but the Suppressing Prison Seal slowed time around him, and his Chaos Battle Dragon Robe nullified the attacks. He continued forward, footsteps relentless.
"The Yamata prodigy was slain. Just how strong is that flying blade? His full strength wasn't below that of a Heaven's Chosen King. And yet… he died in one strike!"
"What do we do? That blade is too fierce. Anyone could die from it. But he must have limitations—he can't use it endlessly. It must drain his spirit. We need to stop him on the Tongtian River, or we'll be completely humiliated!"
The Eternal Night geniuses felt conflicted. Deep inside, they began to feel fear—a fear of Yi Tianxing, a "native" they had scorned.
"I'll fight you!"
One Eternal Night prodigy stepped forth. In the King's War Chessboard, death was not permanent. Even if killed, they would only lose the duel—not their lives.
A spear-wielding genius surged forward, darkness radiating from his body. A black battle spear turned into lightning and shot toward Yi Tianxing.
But it was stopped mid-air by the Suppressing Prison Seal.
The Divine Severing Blade struck again.
Swish!
Another head rolled.
"Kill!"
The Eternal Night prodigies charged in waves. One summoned a blood dragon with overwhelming bloodlust. Another unleashed multicolored mist, attempting to trap Yi Tianxing in an illusion. Yet another breathed out seven-colored poison mist that corroded everything it touched.
But every attack received the same answer:
The Divine Severing Blade.
Heads flew, blood sprayed.As long as their mental fortitude and willpower couldn't match Yi Tianxing's, they stood no chance. One slash—dead.
Slash! Slash! Slash!!
The skies rained heads.
It became clear they were trying to exhaust the Divine Severing Blade's power. No soul technique could be cast endlessly—it would consume an immense amount of spiritual force. They gambled their temporary deaths to wear him down.
After all, death here wasn't real.
But the Eternal Night geniuses watching from the riverbank—especially the clown-faced one—wore grim expressions.
Yi Tianxing was massacring their elites.
And each kill was instant. Lethal.
This wasn't just a duel. It was a declaration that even outside this battlefield, he could kill them just as easily.
"Together! Knock him into the Tongtian River! There's no need to talk about fairness with such an Eternal native. Achieving our goal is what matters!"
An Eternal Night genius shouted, rallying the others.