Jian Dong watched Nan Tian Guan Yu and Qian Yong in the distance coldly, a trace of sword energy slowly condensing between his brows.
"Ching!"
A cyan longsword flowed before him. Jian Dong met the gaze with cold eyes, grasped the hilt, and drew the sword.
A streak of cyan starlight flashed from the distant sky. The sword light was like jade, traversing the firmament. It came with a single strike, transforming into two sword glows.
One of them, with a single blow, repelled Nan Tian Guan Yu. The other sword energy, sharp and keen, consumed nearly two-thirds of Jian Dong's power from this swing.
With a single sword strike, General Qian Yong of the Xi Ling Imperial Dynasty, a cultivator at the eighth level of the Venerable realm, had his arm severed above the void.
Streams of cyan sword energy coiled around the severed limb, continuously slicing at Qian Yong's flesh.
"The Way of the Sword!"
Qian Yong stopped the bleeding from his severed arm, his heart filled with extreme fear. With a single sword, two sword energies: one suppressed Nan Tian Guan Yu, who was in the same realm, and the other severed his arm.
"Qian Yong, form the battle array!"
Nan Tian Guan Yu's expression was tense. The fist he used to block the sword energy was already cracked with traces of blood. His entire right arm trembled slightly, and his face was pale.
With one sword, the difference in their power was clear!
"Good!"
Qian Yong took out a pill, melted it in his mouth, and under the shroud of blue divine light, his severed arm regenerated.
"Four-Eyed Army, step forward!"
Qian Yong roared, and the other pair of eyes, which had been closed on his face, suddenly opened, emitting divine light before closing again.
"The Four-Eyed Clan!"
Behind Qian Yong, millions of troops and countless Four-Eyed soldiers roared in unison. This was a struggle between powers, a contest of tribal honor.
The Divine Punishment Eye of the Four-Eyed Clan, condensed by a pure Four-Eyed army, was far more rapid and vast than that condensed by Qian Jin Wen. The four colossal blood-red eyes each had a slit, and scarlet blood essence slowly flowed.
"Nan Tian tribesmen!"
Nan Tian Guan Yu clenched his blood-streaked right fist and shouted. Human qi surged to the heavens, and a colossal golden phantom materialized in the void.
"You are no match in single combat. If it comes to formations, though our Sword God Sacred Land may not be your equal, our Ten Thousand Sword Formation can still sweep across the heavens!"
"Jian Fei Yu."
"Gather the formation!"
Jian Dong pointed with his index finger. The entire void above the Xi Hai Plain became like a still water surface, rippling outwards. However, before the Four-Eyed and Golden Giants, it splashed into waves of sword energy.
Nine colossal swords appeared with a roar above the void of millions of sword cultivators. The terrifying sharpness and the wind they stirred, as if wrapped in blades, sliced through the skin of countless Four-Eyed Clan and Nan Tian Family soldiers.
"Our Four-Eyed Clan truly underestimated you, the Sword Forging Tribe. Well done. Even if our Xi Ling Imperial Dynasty cannot defeat you, we still have the Heavenly God Mountain!"
"Divine Punishment Eye!"
"Open!"
Qian Yong's four eyes opened, emitting a blood-red, flowing fluid resembling blood. Behind him, all the Four-Eyed soldiers opened their four eyes, a deep, narrow pupil flashing slightly.
The four colossal eyes in the void opened simultaneously, and the world changed!
Suddenly, a black abyss descended, immersing all things, and an ice river suppressed all directions; then, the void rained down fire, reducing all things to ashes; then, the void surged, and the entire space became like a sharp giant blade, sealing the Sword God Sacred Land forces; then, divine thunder rolled from the nine heavens, and the Myriad Tribulation Thunder Pool descended.
"Jian Dong, this is you forcing my hand!"
Nan Tian Guan Yu's face contorted as he wielded the Nan Tian Great Formation, the void phantom exuding immense power and majesty.
"Summon the Human Race Sacred Artifact!"
"Summon the Human Race Sacred Artifact!"
"Summon the Human Race Sacred Artifact!"
All the human race knelt on one knee, their foreheads slamming into the earth, blood splashing three inches. Cracks covered the ground, and streams of human blood spurted out, connecting and merging, covering an area of ten li.
The giant phantom extended its hands, and on the ground, surging human blood rose and condensed into a blood-red seal in the phantom's hands.
The blood-red seal was formed!
The giant phantom spread its arms, and the blood-red seal merged into the phantom's heart, beating rhythmically.
"Hummm~~"
The giant phantom's eyes opened, its gaze flickering!
"Ancestor of Humanity?"
Jian Dong's expression changed slightly. "Even if the Ancestor of Humanity were alive, our Sword Clan could still cleave him with one sword!"
"Hummm~~"
The nine colossal swords in the void began to tremble.
"Gurgle~~"
Pure blood essence flowed from the hearts of countless sword cultivators, converging towards their middle and index fingers.
Jian Fei Yu, behind Jian Dong, opened his eyes and shouted, "Gather!"
"Bang!"
The longsword before him cracked, and the blades of countless sword cultivators shattered. Countless fragments of light rushed into the nine colossal swords.
"Open!"
Jian Dong pointed his finger, and the longsword before him, along with the nine colossal swords trembling in the void, seemed to have formed a bloodline connection. That longsword transformed into nine swords, identical to the colossal swords in the void.
Jian Dong extended his right hand, struggling to grasp the space between the nine swords. Simultaneously, a blue phantom appeared in the void, also extending its palm.
The nine swords merged into one, and a blood-red colossal sword materialized, with nine layers of blood-red phantoms covering it.
"Ching!"
Jian Dong grabbed his longsword, now covered in blood light, and his eyes widened in fury. "Break!"
"Boom!"
As the sound faded, the colossal sword in the blue phantom's palm fell upon the four colossal eyes and the golden giant phantom in the void.
"Boom!"
The heavens and earth were shattered!
Whether it was the flesh of the Four-Eyed Army, the Nan Tian Family tribesmen, or the millions of sword cultivators, traces of blood cracks appeared, and hot blood flowed.
"Slay again!"
Jian Dong, wielding the blood-red longsword, felt his tiger's mouth split, his eyes turned bloodshot, and black liquid flowed from the corners of his eyes.
"Boom!"
The colossal sword fell again, the four eyes shattered. The countless Four-Eyed soldiers behind Qian Yong, in their horrified expressions, all turned into blood mist.
"Whoosh!"
Blood rain flowed, and a ten-li blood river, under the violent impact of primal energy, surged across the plain with the force of turbulent ocean waves.
"Qian Yong!"
Nan Tian Guan Yu, his face covered in layers of blood mist, roared hysterically. The destruction of Qian Yong and the Xi Ling Imperial Dynasty army tore through the thin veil between Nan Tian Guan Yu's life and death.
Jian Dong's primal energy was nearly depleted. Even in the rear, among the millions of sword cultivators, over a hundred thousand had perished.
To suppress the Xi Ling Imperial Dynasty and the Nan Tian Family single-handedly, and to destroy the Xi Ling Imperial Dynasty, this record was already quite impressive.
The loss of over a hundred thousand sword cultivators was within his expectations. He stabilized his primal energy and looked at the disheveled Nan Tian Guan Yu. "Are you willing to surrender?"
"No..."
Nan Tian Guan Yu struggled and roared, "Sword Clan, even if my entire Nan Tian Family is annihilated, I will slay you!"
"Crush it!"
Boom!
The blurry golden phantom struck the blood-red colossal sword with a colossal fist.