Outside the Lingyuan Continent outpost.
Li Qingyang, wreathed in crackling lightning, was locked in fierce combat with dozens of Yellow-rank battlefield phantoms.
Though surrounded, he had his exclusive divine weapon in hand. Not only was he in no danger, he even managed to counterattack at opportune moments.
Ye Xingchen, Xiao Zuiji, and the others were in similar situations.
However, the battlefield phantoms that had come to punish the Lingyuan Continent numbered a full five thousand, while the Eternal Ancient Sect had only forty or fifty members. On average, each person had to fight nearly a hundred enemies!
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
High in the sky, Jun Changxiao was piloting his Mechanical Armed Wings in fierce battle against a Heaven-rank battlefield phantom. From time to time, his spiritual awareness swept over the battlefield below, and his brows furrowed slightly. “Are there too many battlefield phantoms coming to punish the Lingyuan Continent?”
As the Xingyun Continent that had been punished countless times, the battlefield phantoms that came to attack numbered at most a few hundred—completely incomparable to these several thousand.
“Could it be…”
Jun Changxiao thought to himself, “I haven’t performed recklessly enough, so I haven’t truly attracted the attention of the Upper Realm?”
“…” The system fell silent.
To unseal the Difficult to Reclaim Blade for an egg, wildly slaughtering tens of thousands of planar warriors, then madly stealing opportunities until even Earth-rank ones were completely plundered clean.
Either of these actions alone would be extreme recklessness!
The system said, “Actually, I’ve been wondering this whole time—Host acts so recklessly and wildly on the battlefield, so why is the punishment from the Upper Realm so light?”
“Is something fishy about this?” Jun Changxiao asked.
The system replied, “Playing dead in the Slaughter Asura Field was Host’s plan, so if there’s punishment, it should punish the Xingyun Continent. Why would they come punish the Lingyuan Continent first?”
“Boom!”
Jun Changxiao shattered an incoming scythe-light with a single punch and said, “Maybe the Upper Realm is blind.”
“Fine!”
“Let’s say they’re blind.”
The system continued, “But punishing the Lingyuan Continent by sending so many battlefield phantoms is complete hell mode, so why did punishing the Xingyun Continent only involve a mere few hundred, even simpler than simple mode?”
“Well…”
Jun Changxiao spread his hands. “When certain things can’t be explained scientifically, you can only attribute it to… me being too handsome.”
“Please, I’m talking serious business here!”
“Please, I am talking serious business!”
“…”
“Swish! Swish! Swish!”
The Heaven-rank battlefield phantom that had been sent flying charged again, its scythe cutting out flowing light that tore through space.
Jun Changxiao immediately withdrew his thoughts, his gaze turning cold. “I must quickly resolve this guy to prevent my disciples from encountering danger.”
From the current situation, the Eternal Ancient Sect hadn’t yet fallen into disadvantage, but sooner or later they would be suppressed by several thousand battlefield phantoms. So what he needed to do was eliminate the Heaven-rank, then help his disciples shoulder more Earth-rank enemies.
Speaking of which…
Elder Ding, Elder Jiang, and the others were struggling a bit.
After all, there were four or five hundred Earth-rank and Profound-rank battlefield phantoms combined. If not for all their equipment bonuses, they would have been finished long ago!
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
While engaged in fierce combat, Gongsun Haohai let his guard down for a moment and was blasted down by dozens of Profound-rank battlefield phantoms.
“Damn it!”
Jun Changxiao donned the True Yang Mask, then gripped the True Yang Sword in his left hand and Dragon Fang Blade in his right, assuming a sword-and-blade united stance!
“Whoosh—”
With the set equipment and weapons augmenting him, powerful energy waves erupted!
“Swoosh!”
Jun Changxiao shot forward explosively, the True Yang Sword and Dragon Fang Blade tearing through space, instantly meeting the incoming flowing light!
“Break! Break! Break!”
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
The two forces exploded in the high sky, immediately stirring up rolling dust clouds and overwhelming power.
“Swoosh—”
Jun Changxiao burst out from within, then instantly closed in. Raising his blade and sword, he furiously slashed at the Heaven-rank battlefield phantom, roaring like someone who fights entirely by shouting, “Die!”
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
Blade-light and sword-light immediately illuminated the firmament, forming a cross-shaped intersection as they struck the thick armor.
“Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!”
“Swoosh—”
Sword-light and blade-light sprayed forth.
Jun Changxiao’s body flashed, appearing in midair several zhang behind the battlefield phantom, his blade and sword hanging naturally at his sides.
His head tilted slightly downward, a few strands of black hair dancing in the wind.
This wasn’t artificial wind—it was natural wind stirred up by the violent spiritual energy.
The planar warriors who had been watching the Eternal Ancient Sect disciples’ battle heard the commotion and looked up one after another.
What was happening?
Why had that guy and the battlefield phantom both frozen motionless?
“Crack—”
Suddenly, a shattering sound rang out.
The Heaven-rank battlefield phantom facing away from Jun Changxiao suddenly cracked, revealing a diagonal cross-shaped mark from blade and sword.
Everyone’s eyes widened.
“Crack! Crack! Crack!”
The armor’s fracturing accelerated. Finally, under everyone’s gaze, it completely shattered into countless tiny fragments that scattered to the ground below.
“Dead!”
“The Heaven-rank battlefield phantom was annihilated by Jun Changxiao!”
“My god, that was so fast!”
Just as everyone was in shock, Jun Changxiao transformed into a stream of light and flew away at extreme speed. With blade and sword rising and falling, he annihilated the dozens of Profound-rank battlefield phantoms besieging Jiang Xie!
“All of you will die for this master!”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
Blade-light and sword-light filled the air. Everywhere they passed, whether Earth-rank, Profound-rank, or Yellow-rank battlefield phantoms, all were dismembered!
The planar warriors gasped in shock.
This crushing, slaughtering posture instantly reminded many of when opportunities had emerged earlier and that guy had wielded weapons inscribed with characters in a deranged massacre!
He’s back!
That demon who slaughtered twenty thousand has returned!
At this moment, if his opponents had been warriors, they would definitely have been terrified out of their wits by Jun Changxiao.
However, what was fighting the Eternal Ancient Sect were battlefield phantoms. They had no concept of fear—as long as the Upper Realm didn’t issue a withdrawal order, they would continue fighting to the end, even fighting to death!
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
As if realizing Jun Changxiao’s overwhelming strength, the surrounding battlefield phantoms abandoned their attacks on Li Qingyang and the others, charging at him with weapons gathered with power from all directions.
In an instant, over a thousand battlefield phantoms pressed down from all sides.
Jun Changxiao stood his ground, choosing not to evade, instead putting away the Dragon Fang Blade.
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Suddenly, a powerful sword momentum released from his entire body, spreading outward in all directions.
Zhou Hong sensed that aura, his gaze filling with astonishment.
“Such powerful sword momentum!”
“This guy… is he also a sword cultivator?!”
“Whoosh—”
Just then, as the sword momentum spread out, the armor fragments, pebbles, dust, and even branches and leaves scattered on the ground were touched by it. As if enveloped by some kind of force, they slowly floated up.
“What’s happening!”
“Why are things on the ground all floating up?”
“What does this have to do with sword dao?”
The planar warriors looked completely bewildered.
Sword cultivators cultivated the sword—why would sharp sword momentum interfere with grass and trees!
“Swish!”
Jun Changxiao lightly raised the True Yang Sword. The floating fragments, pebbles, and other objects flew toward him, immediately forming ribbon-like radiance in midair!
Zhou Hong cried out in shock, “Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin Second Form—All Things Become Swords!”
The Eternal Ancient Sect didn’t have many powerful sword techniques. The ones truly used for cultivation were only two: the Ling Sword Divine Arts and Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.
Zhou Hong had always focused on comprehending the Ling Sword Divine Arts, rarely studying Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, because cultivating just one profound sword technique to the extreme was already extremely difficult. How could he have the energy to cultivate two simultaneously?
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
Dense sword-lights flew forward like a swarm of locusts.
Though the planar warriors were far enough away, seeing the flowing lights enveloped by sword momentum made their hair stand on end.
This quantity, this intensity!
If this came to attack oneself, one would definitely be turned into a sieve!
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
The battlefield phantoms didn’t realize how terrifying the dense sword-lights were, still gathering various energies to kill forward.
Jun Changxiao said coldly, “This is this master’s first time executing All Things Become Swords. Today I’ll use you all as sacrifices to heaven!”
“Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!”
“Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh—”
Ten thousand streams of light shot forth explosively, space immediately leaving behind fine sword marks!
“Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!”
In an instant, countless sword-lights pierced through, crisp sounds ringing out like beautiful music.
The planar warriors’ mouths gradually fell open, because they witnessed with their own eyes how nearly a thousand armored battlefield phantoms were pierced into sieves!
The scene was too brilliant, too spectacular!
“Thud!”
“Thud!”
One riddled battlefield phantom after another fell to the ground.
“…”
The planar warriors’ expressions remained frozen in stupefaction.
Earlier, Zhou Hong had annihilated over a hundred with a single sword, already shocking them deeply. Now Jun Changxiao had annihilated over a thousand, once again profoundly shocking their hearts and souls!
Damn it!
Too terrifying!
From now on, when being spectators, they must prepare heart-protecting pills!
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