Jun Changxiao’s earlier battle with Gong Baiyu had displayed Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin’s first form, Ten Thousand Swords Return to One, but that was merely an appetizer. Now displaying the second form, Ten Thousand Things Become Swords, was the real accompanying dish.

“Whoosh!”

The mountain-peak-sized giant sword ruthlessly smashed down.

At that moment, heaven and earth lost their color, mountains and rivers collapsed into nothingness. The special effects were shockingly spectacular!

The Yutian Realm martial artists who had been mocking no longer cried, but their gazes all revealed terror. Just sensing the wantonly approaching sword momentum made their scalps explode.

They thought Jun Changxiao defeated Gong Baiyu by relying on weapon enhancement. In fact, even without weapons, there were still… martial techniques!

As his realm grew higher and higher, many martial techniques not only weren’t eliminated, but instead experienced a second spring—just like the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin he was currently displaying.

Of course.

Jun Changxiao also had regrets.

He’d been cultivating this sword technique since the lower realm. He’d already comprehended the first two forms to the acme of perfection, but could never glimpse the third form: If I Am the Sword, None Under Heaven Are Swords.

Just hearing the name was domineering!

“Whoosh whoosh!”

The giant sword slowly pressed down, its momentum not decreasing but increasing.

Logically, the Yutian Realm powerful experts could have dodged in time, but they all stood in place, as if frightened into not knowing what to do.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to dodge—rather, when the giant sword pressed down, it carried extremely strong oppressive force and frantically interfered with the surrounding spatial system. Even using escape techniques was useless!

“Everyone!”

The Daoist-robed elder shouted: “Resist together!”

“Good!”

In an instant, the dozens of people enveloped by the giant sword made a decision to band together, then all released their cultivation bases, condensing a substantialized defensive barrier in midair.

“Great Dao Traceless!”

The Daoist-robed elder waved his right hand, and a whisk-like object flew from his sleeve.

“Hum!”

Space trembled as the giant character for “Dao” appeared, releasing rolling Dao intent that merged into the defensive barrier, making it appear much sturdier.

This was a defensive supreme treasure, not inferior in grade to the War Pattern Tiger Spear.

“Golden Yang Named Heaven!”

“Wind Flame Jade Cauldron!”

Witnessing the Daoist-robed elder bring out his trump card, the other powerful experts also stopped hiding, successively activating supreme treasure weapons.

In a short time, on the giant sword’s inevitable path, substantialized barriers condensed into being. Multicolored supreme treasures hung suspended around them, forming an impregnable defensive line!

Dozens of Yutian Realm half-step powerful experts resisting one person, treating him as a formidable enemy, trump cards all revealed!

How flattering!

“Hmph!”

Jun Meigui raised his hand, like a sovereign ruling over all beings, saying: “How can firefly light compete with the bright moon’s radiance.”

“Press!”

“Whoosh whoosh!”

The giant sword carried heaven-and-earth-shaking might, pressing toward the barrier and defensive line constructed by various supreme treasures. The momentum was so vast that the deep pit gradually expanded, the surrounding earth torn into pieces by the spreading waves!

Regardless of this battle’s final outcome, the destruction and damage the power and sword momentum brought to the environment would be irreparable!

The system couldn’t help but complain: “Did you switch to reading action manga, so you’re forcibly adding battle scenes to turn ridiculous comedy style into hot-blooded style?”

“Boom——”

Just then, the giant sword carrying terrifying might smashed onto the barrier reinforced by various supreme treasures and power. Space shattered, earth trembled—like the world’s end!

“Bang!”

In a moment, the whisk named Great Dao Traceless couldn’t bear the load and shattered on the spot into countless points of starlight.

The Daoist-robed elder had no time to feel heartache over his supreme treasure, because the backlash force shook his blood and spirit. His entire person immediately vomited blood and flew out.

“Bang bang bang!”

Great Dao Traceless shattering triggered a chain reaction. Many powerful experts’ supreme treasures and weapons also shattered following it, their owners all spurting blood wildly, unlocking graceful flying-out postures.

The condensed defensive barrier could originally have held out a bit longer, but with so many people flying out, it was difficult to provide timely reinforcement, so…

“Boom!”

“Pff pff pff pff!”

The defensive barrier was ruthlessly crushed, and all the martial artists present were shocked into flying out.

At the same time, the giant sword’s momentum didn’t decrease as it ruthlessly smashed into the ground. When the second boom sounded, the entire area was enveloped by rolling dust. The already shattered deep pit nearby continued expanding, already showing signs of developing from a cliff into a canyon!

The camera shifted to the cosmos, to the Eternal Fleet.

After Ye Xingchen finished cultivating, she stood thoughtfully before the window.

The events that occurred in the Tianyan Realm had already passed for a long time, but she still found them difficult to forget. Especially, she couldn’t help but recall everything that happened in that stone chamber.

Most infuriating was… she couldn’t remember the important scenes no matter how she tried, to the point where she secretly grumbled: did we actually do it or not?

“Hm?”

Suddenly, Ye Xingchen discovered that in the extremely distant window view, visible ripples surged from the Yutian Realm that looked like a mere light point.

This time point was precisely when the giant sword fell.

This also meant that the commotion caused by Jun Changxiao’s single sword slash could not only be seen within the plane, but could also be seen from cosmic space—truly… terrifyingly extreme!

“Holy crap!”

In the cafeteria, disciples surrounded several windows, watching the sword intent ripples expand, their eyes widening: “What’s happening?”

“Move aside, move aside.”

Su Xiaomo said: “Let Senior Brother see!”

This fellow had been beaten by Ye Xingchen. Although he hadn’t suffered internal injuries, the bumps and swelling on his forehead hadn’t faded yet. Squeezing through the crowd, he looked quite comical.

Just then.

Zhou Hong was also dining in the cafeteria.

He placed his chopsticks neatly on his bowl, closed his eyes to sense everything around him. When he made contact with the already very weak sword intent that had rippled over, he said: “It’s the Sect Master.”

“No way?”

Su Xiaomo said: “You can even perceive that?”

…

The camera returned to the Yutian Realm, to the battle area. The dust gradually dispersed, leaving behind torn traces in midair, as if splitting the firmament open.

Most shocking was the ground. The giant sword’s fall had directly smashed out an unfathomably deep trench—no different from a canyon.

Dozens of powerful experts lay scattered on both sides of the deep pit. Their lives were preserved, but their faces were all deathly pale, their bodies weak—every single one injured without exception.

“Step!”

Jun Meigui descended before the Daoist-robed elder, saying: “I told you not to do foolish things.”

“You…”

The Daoist-robed elder’s injuries were relatively severe.

Jun Changxiao raised his hand, remotely capturing him and gripping his throat: “This also falls within the sparring category. You all need to pay fees, otherwise…” He paused, then said: “You all must die.”

Very Dog Leftovers.

“Of course.”

Jun Changxiao added: “You’re all top-tier powerful experts in the Yutian Realm. If you all died, how would the others resist the Yuhun Realm?”

“We’ll pay…”

The Daoist-robed elder originally intended to be stubborn, but hearing his words, immediately chose to compromise, because it was indeed true.

In matters of romance, Jun Changxiao was timid and submissive. In extortion and blackmail, he absolutely struck with heavy fists!

Of course.

He wasn’t asking for much.

All calculated based on the one million first-grade Spirit Stones Gong Baiyu had given earlier.

A sword cultivator could produce them, so a group of half-step Heavenly Mystery Realm martial cultivators naturally could too.

There were fifty people present. One million per person meant fifty million total!

“Not bad.”

Looking at the mountain of resources piled in his spatial ring, Jun Changxiao’s face displayed a smile. Then he walked to Hong Tianniu’s side, saying: “Where is the Independent Battlefield? Can one enter the Yuhun Realm?”

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