With a deafening
roar, shockwaves surged, the longsword trembled, and the unstoppable Qian Jie was directly forced back by the sword.
The terrifying binding force on Dong Mingyu vanished instantly; she was already tens of thousands of miles away in a flash.
Dong Mingyu's pretty face was slightly pale; in that instant, she had already sensed the scent of death.
The dagger in her hand was incomparably sharp, capable of cutting through divine weapons like tofu, but even with her successful strike, she couldn't sever Qian Jie's neck.
The moment the dagger pierced his flesh, an extremely resilient force was unleashed within Qian Jie, directly deflecting her dagger.
The rebound force felt as if it had struck a chaotic divine artifact; she almost lost her grip on the dagger.
And Qian Jie's domain power was even more terrifying; facing him was like facing the Qian Ding directly.
"Be careful, he possesses the power of the Qian Ding!" Dong Mingyu warned, while simultaneously preparing to coordinate with Yue Zifeng to attack again.
Qian Jie was terrifying; none of them could withstand him. This weapon slave of the Qian Cauldron seemed to have power connected to the cauldron, making him virtually invincible in both attack and defense.
Yue Zifeng stood in the void, facing the arrogant Qian Jie alone. His longsword pointed forward, flowing like water, his robes billowing, like a sword god descending to earth.
At this moment, mysterious runes appeared on Yue Zifeng's longsword. Strangely, these runes, though incomplete, were interconnected, radiating a sharp sword aura.
"Heavens! So this Yue Zifeng is the most terrifying existence in the Dragon Blood Legion!" people exclaimed.
Qian Jie had defeated Gu Yang, Li Qi, Song Mingyuan, A Man, and others. With the power of Qian activated, no one could stop him.
But Yue Zifeng's seemingly light sword strike actually forced the arrogant Qian Jie back.
"The aura of a sword god? Interesting!" Qian Jie slightly moved his wrist, a look of surprise appearing on his face.
Yue Zifeng coldly said, "Qian represents Heaven, and the strength of Heaven is meant to govern the sun, moon, and stars, drive the cycle of the four seasons, condense wind, frost, rain, and snow, establish the laws of the seasons, and allow all things to grow in an orderly manner.
But your Qian power is used only for selfish desires, killing in violation of the virtues of the Great Dao, and you are no longer worthy of
being called Heaven. I do not believe that your power is truly invincible. Today, I will use the sword in my hand to slay Heaven."
"Hahaha..."
Hearing Yue Zifeng's words, Qian Jie laughed loudly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"You also know that Qian represents Heaven, and what I inherit is the Dao of Qian. You, an ant, do you think you understand Heaven better than me?
Although you have the aura of the Sword God, with just those pitiful inherited runes, you think you can fight against Heaven? You are utterly foolish."
"Buzz"
Qian Jie moved his wrists a few times, and suddenly his figure flashed, and he had already rushed in front of Yue Zifeng, a bronze battle sword appearing in his hand.
With a deafening roar,
the bronze battle blade cleaved through the sky, creating a terrifying rift that stretched for billions of miles, seemingly endless.
This strike was earth-shattering. The bronze battle blade appeared unremarkable, yet the power of its casual strike far surpassed that of even the most powerful divine artifacts of the inherited level.
Recovering from the terrifying impact, people noticed that Yue Zifeng had somehow appeared behind Qian Jie. No one had seen how he had dodged the attack.
Yue Zifeng slowly raised his longsword, his left hand forming a sword incantation, his expression solemn:
"In the name of the Sword God, I draw upon the power of the heavens, borrowing the energy of ten thousand swords..."
"Rumble..."
In an instant, the heavens trembled, the wind and clouds changed color, and chains of order formed colorful lightning, surging into Yue Zifeng's sword.
"Clang clang clang clang..."
The longswords in the hands of countless powerful figures trembled incessantly. Even the broken fragments of longswords on the ground were drawn together by a strange power, their runes flashing incessantly.
Faint wisps of energy could be seen emanating from the sword in Yue Zifeng's hand, drifting towards it.
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
Divine light continuously shone from the sword in Yue Zifeng's hand, ripples spreading outwards from him, the sharp sword intent covering all the heavens and myriad realms.
"Whoosh!"
Yue Zifeng slowly raised his sword and suddenly slashed downwards, a sword aura shooting out towards Qian Jie.
"Just playing tricks..."
The sword aura didn't stir up any waves, nor did it tear through the sky; it was just like an ordinary cultivator unleashing the most ordinary sword aura.
However, although Qian Jie's words were full of mockery towards Yue Zifeng, he dared not relax in the face of the sword aura. Runes lit up all over his body, forming an armor, and he held his bronze battle blade horizontally, immediately adopting a defensive stance.
The reason he summoned the defense was to prevent Dong Mingyu from attacking from behind while he was fully focused on defense. Although Dong Mingyu herself posed no threat to him, the strange dagger in her hand was too terrifying, and he dared not be careless.
"Boom!"
The light, floating sword energy struck the bronze battle blade, unleashing a deafening roar that shook the entire Heavenly Battlefield.
"Rumble..."
The sword energy seemed imbued with the power of heaven and earth; cracks continuously erupted in the space where Qian Jie stood. He was pushed back repeatedly by the sword energy, his legs carving two deep furrows into the void.
"Damn it, what kind of power is this..."
Qian Jie was both shocked and furious. He was a weapon slave of the Qian Ding, empowered by the power of the Qian Dao, possessing supremely strong and yang power.
Among those of the same level, no one had ever been able to withstand even a single move from him. Even those with inherited divine emperor-level magical artifacts would be shattered by his punch.
The runes on his body were inherited from the Qian Ding, and his power was connected to the Qian Ding. In this respect, he was far superior to Long Chen. This was the difference between a weapon slave and a weapon master.
The Qian Ding had recognized Long Chen as its master, so its power would be influenced by Long Chen's strength and thus constrained.
As a slave to the weapon, Qian Jie couldn't control the Qian Ding; instead, his fate rested entirely in the Qian Ding's hands. The stronger the Qian Ding, the stronger he became.
Or rather, he was an extension of the Qian Ding's power. Thus, since becoming a slave, he had embarked on a path of invincibility.
However, today, he encountered Yue Zifeng, whose sword energy forced him to retreat repeatedly. This was the first time in his life he had been suppressed.
"Rumble..."
Qian Jie continued to retreat, roaring angrily. Runes surged beneath his feet, forming a runic platform spanning tens of thousands of miles, making him as stable as a rock in the void. He didn't want to retreat any longer; he wanted to fight Yue Zifeng head-on.
"Crack!"
A high platform appeared, his feet firmly planted on the ground. He concentrated all his power on his longsword, and with a crisp sound, a chip the size of a soybean appeared on the blade of the bronze battle sword.
"What?"
Qian Jie's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. His bronze battle sword was a divine emperor-level artifact of the inherited level, further enhanced by the power of the Qian Ding, making it indestructible. Yet, it had been chipped at the blade by a single sword aura.
"Crack crack crack..."
Due to the immense pressure, fine cracks appeared at the edge of the blade. The cracking sound was like a thunderclap to Qian Jie's ears. With a loud
"boom
," the bronze battle sword finally succumbed to the pressure and was severed by the sword aura.
"Pfft!"
Blood splattered as Qian Jie, unable to dodge in time, had his shoulder severed along his left rib by the sword.