Chapter 852 - 526: Sword God’s Fall, End of the 37th Life

Chapter 852: Chapter 526: Sword God’s Fall, End of the 37th Life

The Golden-faced Sword God stood high in the sky.

The sunlight bathed his white clothes, which whistled in the wind, in a golden light.

Behind him were the ten-thousand-mile thunderclouds split in two.

It was the golden light breaking through the black clouds.

The sword’s tip pointed to the strongest Celestial Pride of the Dragon Race.

"Can you withstand a single sword from me?"

Ao Sifang appeared unsure and suspicious.

But soon, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Pretentious."

"With your True Essence exhausted, your body decayed."

"What could you possibly..."

Even before the words ended.

Behind Zhao Fu, his Divine Soul transformed.

In an instant, Zhao Fu’s body turned to nothingness.

He seemed to become a beam of golden light.

Behind the golden light was the phantom Dharma Aspect of a white-robed Sword God, whose face could not be seen clearly.

"I have one sword."

"It cannot move stars or pluck the moon nor shift mountains or fill seas."

"It can only slay those who offend my Human Race!"

"Sword, fall!"

The brilliant sword light bloomed in an instant in the Star Sea.

"This sword is called Dawn."

......

Star Sea.

Countless humans looked up at the sky.

In the sky, there seemed to appear a white-robed figure.

Looking again, that white-robed figure seemed to be part of this world.

"That is... our Human Race’s Sword Dao!"

"The Human Race’s Sword Dao..."

Countless cultivators looked at the sky, inexplicably touched.

They seemed to recall the difficult history of the Human Race’s rise.

Humans did not possess the strong physique of the Witch Race nor the innate bloodline of the Demon Race.

They didn’t even have sharp claws or teeth.

The Human Race could only rely on the power gained through continuous cultivation, and the sword in their hands that grew sharper over time.

In the land of the Eastern Domain’s Witch Race.

An indistinguishable yellow-robed woman looked toward the west.

Extreme West Domain.

In the center of Spirit Mountain, which had already transformed countless Divine Buddhas.

The dignified and solemn Buddha slightly opened his eyes.

In the ancestral lands of various Demon Race clans, mighty Celestial Demons opened their eyes.

Humans, though small, were famous for their unique ability to help the Demon Race take form.

Only now did all creatures realize, humans did not seem to be unarmed.

......

Star Sea, Origin Island.

Luo Xuanjun, who knew nothing of what was happening, abruptly opened her eyes.

She quickly ran outside the Cave Mansion, looking to the sky.

"This sword... something’s not right, this sword."

"This sword clearly..."

Luo Xuanjun’s hands trembled.

She was so familiar with this sword.

This sword was derived from her Nine Heavens Gang Wind Sword.

In this world, only her Sword Dao teacher, Golden Brilliance True Monarch Zhao Fu, would use it.

"No, teacher."

"You clearly said that this sword could only be wielded once in your lifetime."

Gales whirled around Luo Xuanjun, her green dress fluttering in the wind.

Green wind wings gathered on her body.

In an instant, Luo Xuanjun was engulfed by the gale, soaring into the sky.

She could use her constitution to borrow the power of the Nine Heavens Gang Wind, transforming it into an unparalleled sword.

But ordinary cultivators could not do so.

On this vast ocean, there was nothing but water and wind.

Perhaps a Water Celestial Spirit Root combined with other Water Attribute constitutions, and the strong understanding of Sword Dao like her teacher’s, could recreate it.

But her teacher was neither a Water Spirit Root nor a Wind Spirit Root.

Zhao Fu had not borrowed any Power of Heaven and Earth.

What he did was burn his Primordial Spirit, forcibly maneuver Heaven and Earth with it.

To strike out this sword with the Power of Heaven and Earth.

Luo Xuanjun knew her teacher always praised her talent as being far superior to his.

However, Luo Xuanjun knew her teacher was the true brilliant genius.

"Teacher, there’s got to be a way."

Luo Xuanjun clenched her hands tightly.

......

Thunder Cliff.

Ao Xue watched the figure cloaked in golden light.

The image of the mortal who had always accompanied her in her childhood shifted in her mind.

"So, the one I loved isn’t just an ordinary mortal."

"He is a true, unparalleled hero..."

However, at this moment, Ao Xue didn’t notice it.

None of the Human Race’s Divinity Transformation cultivators had much joy on their faces.

The face of the Ancestral Spirit even turned grim.

......

In an instant, Ao Sifang transformed into a Divine Dragon.

The roar of the True Dragon aimed to tear the space and escape.

However, in an instant, it was engulfed by the sword light.

"No!!!!"

A wretched howl echoed.

It was the last lament of the True Dragon.

To slay a True Dragon, even in the Witch Race, only a powerful Witch King could leave such a significant mark in history.

Let alone slaying the strongest of True Dragons.

Dragon scales shattered, dragon blood and flesh dissolved.

The white dragon bones emerged.

Yet in an instant.

All sword light came to a halt.

"Enough! This stops here!" a deep voice resounded.

Time seemed to freeze.

A mighty figure appeared in front of Ao Sifang.

His long hair flew, with a towering build and golden dragon eyes. He was decidedly a formidable Dragon Race warrior.

The three True Dragon Envoys witnessing immediately reacted.

With the speed of lightning, they half-knelt in the air.

"Greetings, Great Saint!"

A Great Saint’s presence had intervened.

Any Great Saint on the Witch Demon Continent is an absolute strategic-level power.

The Dragon Race wouldn’t allow the fall of one about to break through to a Quasi-Saint.

Everyone seemed awed by the presence of this figure.

High above the sky.

Zhao Fu calmly watched the Great Saint.

Such is the world.

The strong reign supreme.

The Dragon Race had the strong, so they condoned Ao Sifang’s actions, allowing him to slay a Celestial Demon-level son-in-law of the Starry Sea Dragon Palace to rid himself of his Heart Demon.

So they couldn’t let the Human Race retaliate against Ao Sifang.

In their view, the Human Race was meant to endure.

It’s just that the Human Race is a subordinate race to the Starry Sea Dragon Palace, and both palm and back of hand are flesh, which made the situation awkward.

Rules are made by the strong.

"Only, I really want to see the power of a Great Saint."