Novel Full Chapter 1747: Terrifying Pseudo Cosmic Path!
Chapter 1747: Terrifying Pseudo Cosmic Path!
"This is his Pseudo Cosmic Path..." Nancy thought, her heart shaking.
Only now did she understand why Max had told Karo that he was not worthy to see it.
The Emotion Severing Path did not feel like an ordinary Pseudo Cosmic Path at all. It felt like a blade placed against the soul, and the moment Max entered this state, even Nancy, who was not his enemy, felt as if her instincts were warning her not to stand too close to him.
The dark blue armored man, who had been rushing toward Max with his sword raised, suddenly felt his heart turn cold.
For a split second, he forgot why he had attacked.
His anger disappeared.
His greed disappeared.
Even his fear appeared late, as if it had been severed from his mind before it could fully form.
"What is this..." he whispered.
Max raised Dragonheart.
His movement was slow.
It was simple.
There was no dazzling sword art, no storm of sword energy, and no grand roar of power. He merely lifted the blade with that deathly calm expression on his face, and the eerie aura of the Emotion Severing Path gathered along the edge of Dragonheart.
The sword did not shine brightly. Instead, a thin, almost invisible line formed along its blade, so sharp and quiet that it seemed capable of cutting through the boundary between existence and nothingness.
The Sword God Palace disciples finally sensed danger.
"Defend!"
"Move back!"
"Attack together!"
Their voices rang out almost at the same time, but it was already too late.
Max swung his sword once.
A silent sword light crossed the sky.
No one saw it clearly.
There was no thunderous explosion.
There was no overwhelming wave of power.
There was only a thin line passing through the air.
The dark blue armored man froze in place first.
His sword was still raised.
His eyes were still wide.
His expression still carried the last trace of disbelief that had appeared when he sensed Max’s Pseudo Cosmic Path.
Then a straight line appeared across his body.
From his shoulder to his waist, his armor split open cleanly, his sword aura collapsed without resistance, and in the next breath, his entire body separated into two halves before dissolving into light. He did not even have time to scream. He did not have time to understand what had happened. He did not even have time to regret attacking Max.
And he was not the only one.
Behind him, the same silent sword light passed through the formation of the Sword God Palace disciples.
One by one, their bodies split apart.
Some were cut from the chest.
Some were cut through the waist.
Some had their weapons, armor, and bodies severed together in a single clean line.
Some were still preparing their attacks when their expressions froze, their eyes dimmed, and their bodies separated before they could release even a fraction of their strength. The sword light did not slow down after cutting the first few disciples.
It continued through the air with terrifying precision, cutting through every Sword God Palace disciple who had surrounded Max and Nancy, no matter where they stood, no matter what defense they raised, and no matter how quickly they tried to retreat.
In only one slash, all hundred or so disciples of the Sword God Palace were cut down.
The sky fell silent.
Their attacks disappeared.
Their sword lights vanished.
Their bodies dissolved one after another, leaving behind streams of Killing Points that scattered through the air like crimson sparks.
The participants gathered near the entrance of the neutral city stared upward in absolute shock.
Some had not even realized Max had moved.
Some had only seen him raise Dragonheart.
Some had blinked once, and when their eyes opened again, the entire group of Sword God Palace disciples had already been severed in two.
Nancy stood beside Max, her body still trembling faintly from the aura of his Emotion Severing Path. She looked at the empty sky where the Sword God Palace disciples had been moments ago, then slowly turned her gaze toward Max. His face was still emotionless. His eyes were calm. His sword was lowered slightly, and not a single drop of blood stained its edge.
The crimson Killing Points drifted toward him.
Max raised his hand and absorbed them without looking at the remains of the disciples he had just killed.
Only after the last stream of Killing Points entered his body did the eerie aura around him begin to fade. The silence that had weighed upon the sky slowly loosened, the wind returned, and the terrifying emotionless state on Max’s face softened back into a faint, casual smile.
[Participant: Max]
[Previous Killing Points: 22,000,000]
[Absorbed Killing Points: 7,000,000]
[Current Killing Points: 29,000,000]
[Rank: 7]
"Huh? Only seven million Killing Points among these hundred or so disciples of the Sword God Palace?" Max frowned slightly as the final crimson stream entered his body, and although the amount was not small in the eyes of ordinary participants, it still felt lower than he had expected from a group backed by a force as famous as the Sword God Palace. "For disciples of the Sword God Palace, this is a little disappointing."
Nancy looked at him with a helpless expression, but there was also urgency in her eyes.
"Max, we should go," she said quickly. "We cannot waste any more time here."
Max glanced toward her, then nodded.
Before leaving, he looked down at the neutral city beneath them. His Dimensional Sovereign Body allowed him to sense space and hidden presences far more clearly than ordinary cultivators, and for a brief moment, he felt a terrifying aura sleeping somewhere inside the city, an aura so sharp and noble that it stood above the hundreds of Sword God Palace disciples he had just killed. Whoever that person was, they were not weak, and if Max had more time, he might have been interested in seeing what kind of person could release such a presence.
But right now, Caroline mattered more.
"Let us go."
The moment he spoke, Max and Nancy turned into two streaks of light and flew past the neutral city area at terrifying speed. In only a few seconds, they vanished beyond the distant sky, leaving behind a shaken crowd near the city entrance, an empty battlefield above the neutral zone, and the lingering trace of Max’s Emotion Severing Path still cutting through the air like an invisible scar.