Chapter 401 Wave Hand to Slay Demon Saint, Sword to Suppress Heavenly Corpse
Silence. The entire Moon-Watching Palace fell deathly quiet.
Everyone held their breath, staring at the golden coffin.
A light gate appeared on the coffin's surface, from which a figure slowly emerged, standing motionless amidst the clouds.
The moment this figure appeared, no celestial phenomena altered the heavens, nor did any world-shaking aura manifest.
It was a bloodless, skeletal old man, as if a gust of wind could scatter him to dust.
Yet this unremarkable elder, standing in the sky, silenced all creation. Heaven and earth held only his silhouette as all eyes fixed upon him.
The old man slowly opened his eyes. The instant they opened, skies darkened, mountains trembled, and sun and moon lost their radiance.
A terrifying aura erupted from him, enveloping the world.
In this moment, he became the supreme ruler of existence. All living beings bowed, and the cosmic laws bent to his will.
His hollow eyes resembled bottomless abysses. Wherever his gaze fell, most collapsed to their knees.
Even kings knelt; only Great Sages barely maintained their footing.
Across Moon-Watching Palace, cultivators prostrated themselves, kowtowing incessantly.
This was soul-deep terror and oppression. Such profound powerlessness drove many to despair.
"A... Saint!"
The Shi Clan Ancestor trembled uncontrollably, sensing the dreadful aura.
Nearby, Xiao Chen and Cao Youqian wore grave expressions. Though they remained standing, their legs shook violently. Had they not grasped the Dao's true essence, their Dao hearts would have shattered.
Veteran powerhouses couldn't help but marvel.
"The Heavenly Corpse Sect truly lives up to its reputation."
"With this Saint Corpse revealed, what force under heaven can oppose them?"
"That Qiankun Great Sage is doomed this time."
Chu Feng regarded the elder, lips curling slightly: "A Saint Corpse—interesting. Far superior to those soulless shells."
"You!!!"
Jiuyuan Demon Saint never expected this brat to remain sarcastic at such a critical moment.
"Sharp-tongued whelp. Today you die!"
Chu Feng's expression turned playful: "Old bastard. I love how you rage helplessly, unable to kill me."
The words caused little harm but carried deep insult.
"I'll skin you alive!"
As Jiuyuan Demon Saint roared, his aura peaked—now matching the Saint Corpse's.
Dual Saint pressure descended. Even Great Sages staggered. Several battling saints in the sky faltered under their combined might.
Only Chu Feng stood unmoved, firm as a mountain.
He turned to Xiao Chen below and spoke calmly: "Disciple, next I shall demonstrate the ultimate strike of Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin. Do not blink."
Hiss...
The crowd gasped in astonishment.
How arrogant! Facing two Saints alone, yet instructing his disciple in cultivation.
Before their amazement faded, immortal light burst from Chu Feng, piercing the heavens.
The saint-suppressed world tore open where the light passed.
Chu Feng took a single step forward, sword in hand. That small step felt like striding from darkness into dawn.
"Immortal Body!!!"
Onlookers erupted in shocked cries.
"The Qiankun Great Sage awakened his Immortal Body! No wonder he reigns as the foremost Great Sage. This is his foundation for challenging Saints!"
To most, the Immortal Body was legend. Only those who awakened it could bear the Mandate of Heaven and command the Dao.
Yet on Xuan Tian Continent, God Emperors were extinct, God Kings mere myths, while Saints dominated.
Records of Immortal Emperors existed only in sacred lands.
Now seeing an Immortal Body-awakened Great Sage left everyone utterly stunned.
Jiuyuan Demon Saint and the Saint Corpse paused involuntarily at Chu Feng's blinding immortal radiance.
Jiuyuan Demon Saint addressed the Saint Corpse: "Fellow Daoist, strike together."
The Saint Corpse nodded silently without speaking.
"Abyssal Descent!"
Jiuyuan Demon Saint struck first. With his roar, a colossal abyss opened in the sky.
It contained terrifying demonic energy and immense suction, capable of devouring all creation.
The world plunged into darkness—only Chu Feng's immortal light still shone brilliantly.
The Saint Corpse said nothing, slowly raising his hand. Behind him, a fearsome Nine Nether Hell materialized.
A pale, sky-scraping giant hand dharma form emerged from the hell's depths, followed by a ghost god dharma form before all.
This dharma form stood thousands of zhang tall, seeming capable of shattering heaven and earth where it stood.
"Suppress!"
Jiuyuan Demon Saint roared as the demonic abyss descended from the sky, shattering the void and devouring clouds wherever it passed.
Simultaneously, the ghost god dharma form unleashed a palm strike toward Chu Feng at the Saint Corpse's command. The palm hadn't even landed when mountains crumbled and earth split.
"Myriad Paths Return to One!"
Chu Feng shouted, raising his sword high. As he did, countless Dao manifestations materialized behind him—illusions formed from the essence of the Dao.
Clang!
The moment he thrust his sword, the Dao manifestations behind him merged into chaos, then transformed into a beam of sword light.
This sword's energy spanned a million li, its cold light piercing three thousand realms.
Cultivators across the entire Xuan Tian Continent were startled by this strike.
In Northern Abyss Sacred Capital, the Holy Emperor slowly opened his eyes, gazing toward the Northern Wastes Imperial City, murmuring: "How can another Saint-level sword appear? No... this doesn't resemble a Saint's swordplay, yet it's no weaker than a Saint's full-power strike?"
In the Wendao Academy, the Dean watched this sword, whispering: "This lad Xiao Feng is about to pierce the heavens."
Saints from sacred grounds like Nine Nether Sacred Land and Divine Sword Sacred Land also fixed their gazes on Moon-Watching Palace, focusing on that sword.
Within Moon-Watching Palace, all eyes locked onto the blade.
"Grandmaster, you once claimed you possessed less than one percent of our Grandmaster's power. Seeing this today, I realize you weren't being modest—you spoke the truth."
Ximen Ye stood behind Xiao Chen, muttering softly.
Xiao Chen remained silent. This sword had shaken him to his core—was this the swordplay he would one day master?
In this moment, time seemed to freeze.
All witnessed the sword piercing the bottomless demonic abyss and shattering the invincible ghost god dharma form.
Where the sword passed, all things turned to nothingness.
In an instant, the abyss collapsed and the ghost god fell.
The Saint's phenomena vanished.
The sword strike ended.
Sunlight gradually bathed the earth.
Everyone stared at Chu Feng's figure in the sky, eyes filled with disbelief.
"This is one sword to break Saints."
The Shi Clan Ancestor watched the scene, his voice trembling.
Chu Feng's expression remained calm as his tranquil gaze swept over the Saint Corpse and Saint Soul present.
"Who will face death first?"
Hearing this, Jiuyuan Demon Saint instinctively stepped back. The Saint Corpse mirrored his movement.
"No words? Then I'll assume you both die together."
As Chu Feng finished speaking, he casually waved his hand, slashing toward Jiuyuan Demon Saint.
"No!"
Jiuyuan Demon Saint tried to flee but found the sword had completely locked onto him. Even escaping to the Nine Nether Hell wouldn't spare him from this strike.
Clang!
The sword light descended. Jiuyuan Demon Saint's soul body froze instantly, his expression rigid.
Boom!
With a thunderous blast, Jiuyuan Demon Saint exploded into dust, leaving only a soul crystal falling toward the ground.
Seeing this, the Saint Corpse instinctively turned and flew toward the golden coffin.
In the blink of an eye, the Saint Corpse entered the coffin.
Click... click...
The golden coffin began closing gradually.
This scene left everyone dumbfounded—the Saint Corpse had been frightened by the Qiankun Great Sage's sword.
"Trying to flee now? Too late."
As Chu Feng spoke, he slashed down with his sword.
Just as the golden coffin sealed shut, the sword light pierced inside.
Rumble!
The massive explosion shook the land for hundreds of li, turning heaven and earth upside down.
Long after, everything returned to stillness. Between heaven and earth, only one man and one sword remained standing in the mortal world.
Xu Caichen witnessed this and spontaneously composed a poem: "Wave hand to slay Demon Saint, sword to suppress Heavenly Corpse. None like him remain in this world—a true man should be thus..."
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