About to engage the newly appeared battlefield phantoms, suddenly a side mission arrived. Based on past experience, Jun Changxiao judged it was probably related to the former.
Sure enough.
The mission was related to the battlefield phantoms, and required completely annihilating them.
However!
There was an additional condition.
The appeared battlefield phantoms must be resolved by the host alone, with a time limit of ten minutes.
In other words, this was not only a timed mission, it also required Jun Changxiao to personally resolve it. The Eternal Ancient Sect’s upper echelon and disciples could not participate!
“Bullshit.”
Jun Changxiao put the modified vacuum cleaners away and ordered his disciples to retreat, facing ten thousand battlefield phantoms alone.
“By himself?”
“That ruthless?”
The planar warriors’ eyes widened.
So many battlefield phantoms, with minimum Profound-rank strength—one person fighting, unless that guy…
“Hum!”
Space trembled slightly.
A miniature blade appeared from thin air between Jun Changxiao’s fingers.
Here it comes, here it comes—the Difficult to Reclaim Blade!
Facing so many battlefield phantoms, and having to resolve them within 10 minutes, Jun Changxiao could only deploy his strongest trump card!
He also saw through it.
This time-limited and restricted mission was completely forcing him to consume an Unsealing Talisman.
If that’s the case.
To complete the mission and gain contribution points, he’d comply!
The system said speechlessly, “You think without deploying this trump card, you could really handle them with vacuum cleaners?”
“Well…” Jun Changxiao fell silent.
If all the disciples’ strength were at the Semi-Saint level, dozens of people using vacuum cleaners might be able to resolve them. But many had just stepped into Martial Emperor—if they really fought ten thousand Profound and Earth ranks, whether they could even get close was questionable!
Therefore.
Once it proved useless, in the end he’d still have to unseal the Difficult to Reclaim Blade anyway.
“Looking at it this way…”
Jun Changxiao consoled himself, “Consuming one Unsealing Talisman is still a stable profit!”
The system complained, “I’ve never seen Host say he’s at a loss.”
“Sect Master took out the small blade again!”
Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji, and the others’ gazes locked onto the Difficult to Reclaim Blade.
They had seen this item before and deeply knew its power was formidable. Seeing it again today, they immediately engaged in limitless fantasizing.
The Purple Scale Demon King furrowed his brows. When competing for opportunities earlier, this guy had brought it out once, then brutally slaughtered over twenty thousand planar warriors before his eyes!
“That blade appeared!”
Many planar warriors’ expressions became complicated.
Memories sealed deep within their hearts of deranged slaughter instantly surged into their consciousness!
“Gulp!”
“Gulp!”
Warriors fortunate enough to witness Jun Changxiao’s mad slaughter back then all swallowed hard, then subconsciously retreated far away, clearly worried about being accidentally hit!
Though others didn’t understand the truth, seeing everyone retreat, they followed along with bewildered expressions.
“Big brother, Jun Changxiao took out a toy blade?”
“That’s not a toy blade—it’s the scythe used by Death from hell!”
“Death’s scythe?”
“When competing for opportunities that burst from the earth earlier, Jun Changxiao wielded it in deranged slaughter!”
“Ah?”
Hearing this, that warrior’s eyes widened.
The others retreated even faster!
Among the tens of thousands of warriors present, at least half hadn’t witnessed what happened earlier, but they had all heard about it. Especially that Jun Changxiao possessed a blade that killed people like chopping vegetables and cutting melons!
So this was that weapon that slaughtered tens of thousands!
Though it’s rather small!
“Swish!”
Just as everyone was doubting, Jun Changxiao’s finger hooked the blade handle, his spiritual awareness already merging with his spatial ring, gripping an Unsealing Talisman.
“Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!”
The ten thousand neatly arranged battlefield phantoms’ eyes flashed with light as they awakened from slumber, powerful energy waves howling forth.
These low-level beings created by the Upper Realm had formidable strength but couldn’t utilize imposing auras. Otherwise, if real powerhouses substituted, just their auras fully released could intimidate half the firmament.
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
The battlefield phantoms summoned weapons, gathering power within them, charging to kill Jun Changxiao.
Ten thousand Profound and Earth ranks—even without erupting auras, when collectively moving at once, the momentum was truly vast!
Witnessing this fierce scene, the planar warriors were shocked, their faces changing color.
So many battlefield phantoms with such terrifying strength—wouldn’t the first-tier plane just get crushed?
“Swoosh!”
“Swoosh!”
Countless streams of light flew at extreme speed from high, medium, and low altitudes. Blade radiance and sword radiance gathered, immediately producing gorgeous luminescence.
Jun Changxiao stood proudly.
The camera angle showed his back—quite the stance of one man holding the pass against ten thousand!
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—”
Before the battlefield phantoms arrived to kill, the energy waves they erupted reached first. Because the quantity was so large and dense, even space began distorting.
Standing behind, Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji, and the others’ faces changed slightly.
This kind of power, this kind of momentum—even with vacuum cleaners, they couldn’t resist!
“Bankai!”
Suddenly, Jun Changxiao standing in front pinched the blade handle with two fingers, his body bending slightly downward, his voice cold. “Furious Slash Through Nine Heavens!”
“Clang—”
The Difficult to Reclaim Blade unsheathed, radiance immediately bursting forth!
The planar warriors were stabbed by the suddenly rising radiance, unable to open their eyes, even raising their arms to block.
After the radiance scattered, they all held their breath and opened their eyes. They saw a blade five chi long and six cun wide had appeared from thin air in Jun Changxiao’s hand.
Heaven, Earth, Thunder, Wind, Water, Fire, Mountain, Marsh.
Qian, Kun, Kan, Li, Zhen, Gen, Xun, Dui.
On both sides of the blade body, eight characters were respectively inscribed, emanating a mysterious power from the East!
It appeared!
The weapon that slaughtered over twenty thousand planar warriors!
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Just then, several hundred battlefield phantoms had already charged over. They all raised blades and swords to slash. Overwhelming radiance tore through space and pressed down.
Jun Changxiao lightly raised his head, black hair blown aside, both eyes immediately flashing with cold severity.
Hum!
Hum!
Various blade and sword radiances seemed frozen in midair by some kind of force.
“They stopped!”
“What’s happening?”
What stopped wasn’t only various blade and sword forces—there were also several hundred charging battlefield phantoms. Though their eyes flashed with spectral light, they froze in various flight postures in midair.
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
Just then, Jun Changxiao wielding the Difficult to Reclaim Blade swept past, consecutively slashing through the void. Successively presenting the characters Heaven, Earth, Thunder… and so on. Until the final character ‘Dui’ gathered in midair, all sixteen characters transformed into overwhelming sword-light attacking the frozen battlefield phantoms!
“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Under the violent power impact, armor shattered into fragments.
“Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!”
Jun Changxiao didn’t stop there. Wielding the Difficult to Reclaim Blade, he charged again. Sword-light instantly flashed through the crowd, then extinguished again. Heads and helmets flew everywhere.
The planar warriors’ eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
In such a short time, several thousand battlefield phantoms were slaughtered, all frozen in midair, completely like weeds waiting for that guy to harvest!
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
Sword-light frequently flashed. One headless suit of armor after another suspended in midair.
“Swoosh—”
Suddenly, Jun Changxiao traversed space, appearing behind the battlefield phantoms, the Difficult to Reclaim Blade hanging naturally downward, the sixteen characters inscribed on the blade body flashing brilliant radiance.
“Thud!”
“Thud!”
The binding force existing in midair dissipated. The ten thousand battlefield phantoms with helmets severed all fell like headless flies.
From launching the attack to complete annihilation—less than one minute!
When the planar warriors witnessed from afar that not a single battlefield phantom survived and all fell to the ground, their souls nearly fled in fright.
“Everyone.”
Jun Changxiao turned his head. “You watched another great show. This round wasn’t a loss, right?”
“…”
Everyone’s expressions changed repeatedly.
However, personally witnessing that guy summon a terrifying weapon and instantly annihilate ten thousand Profound and Earth rank battlefield phantoms, giving dozens of pounds of ore seemed not a loss at all!
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