Under the Desperate Situation

Ye Xuan, a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, was not only exceptionally talented but also possessed extraordinary combat power.

He even possessed the Flying Immortal Sword, ranked one hundred on the Divine Weapon Compendium.

Especially when Ye Xuan's Flying Immortal Sword was paired with that incredibly powerful sword art, his combat power surged tenfold. Even he had to be wary, and in the end, Ye Xuan managed to escape.

This made him even more determined to kill Ye Xuan. He had to get his hands on such a divine weapon and sword art.

If he had the Flying Immortal Sword and this sword art, his strength would undoubtedly reach a new level.

His strength had already reached the peak of the Eighth Stage Form Manifestation Realm.

While Ye Xuan's strength was merely at the Sixth Stage Qi Transformation Realm.

There was a difference of two major realms between them.

Even if Ye Xuan possessed the Flying Immortal Sword, so what?

If he couldn't unleash the Flying Immortal Sword's true power, it was no different from a firewood stick.

He could easily swat this ant to death.

Thus, he immediately began pursuing Ye Xuan, vowing not to stop until he seized the treasure.

"Heh heh—"

"Ant from the Divine Sword Sect!"

"Do you think you can escape my pursuit by being a turtle in a shell?"

"Hmph—"

In the air.

Zhang Xiong's lips curled in disdain, his eyes like cold lightning as he looked down at the dense forest below. His entire body exuded a chilling aura, and rolling black energy caused ripples in the surrounding space.

In the dense forest, small branches snapped, and ordinary animals and weaker demonic beasts were instantly crushed into blood mist by this terrifying black energy.

The remaining demonic beasts, upon realizing the danger, fled madly, risking their lives.

They clearly sensed the terror.

Great terror!

Seeing this, Zhang Xiong's expression became even more arrogant. His sharp eyes, like cold lightning, searched for Ye Xuan's hiding place.

Suddenly.

His eyes lit up. Under his spiritual sense, there was a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy below.

Zhang Xiong let out a cold snort, a playful curve forming on his lips. His expression instantly turned excited, like a wolf discovering a little white rabbit.

Immediately after, his expression turned cold.

Whoosh—

With a sharp whistling sound, he drew the long sword from his back. Terrifying spiritual energy transformed into tangible black sword energy, slashing fiercely towards the location of the spiritual energy fluctuation.

"Die—"

Instantly, an area of several dozen feet was filled with a heart-palpitating sharp aura, and countless withered branches and fallen leaves were crushed into powder.

Transforming Qi into a Sword!

This was the mark of the Eighth Stage Form Manifestation Realm!

Truly incredibly powerful!

Ye Xuan looked up, watching the powerful black sword energy rapidly descend. He instantly felt his scalp tingle, his hair stand on end, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

A strong sense of mortal danger surged into his heart.

His expression instantly became more solemn. He didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest, and the spiritual energy in his Qi Sea surged out, enveloping him tightly.

At the same time, he could no longer afford to hide. His body shot out from his original position, trying to dodge this sword energy attack.

Boom!

Almost at the same instant, the terrifying sword energy struck his original position.

Puff!

Even though Ye Xuan dodged a considerable distance at his fastest speed, he was still affected by the residual power of the sword energy.

His body, like a kite with a broken string, was sent flying more than ten meters away.

At the same time, his throat felt a surge of heat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood that flew a long distance.

He clearly felt as if his internal organs had shifted, and waves of heart-wrenching pain instantly struck him.

"Cough cough... The Eighth Stage Form Manifestation Realm is truly formidable." Ye Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a deep sense of dread appearing in his eyes.

"Ant, I advise you not to be so ignorant of the world!"

"If you know what's good for you, obediently hand over the Flying Immortal Sword and the sword art, then cripple your own meridians, and then kneel down and shout three times that everyone from the Divine Sword Sect is trash."

"Perhaps if I'm in a good mood, I'll let you live a little longer."

Zhang Xiong looked down at Ye Xuan from his superior position, appearing invincible.

"Old man? I think you're just a shameless old bastard!!"

"Trash? Your entire Iron Sword Sect is trash!"

"You despicable and shameless old geezer, you actually want this young master to kneel to you? What do you think you are?"

"You want to snatch my Flying Immortal Sword? I think you're dreaming!"

Ye Xuan cursed him out directly.

"You—"

Zhang Xiong was stunned by the scolding, then flew into a rage. The aura emanating from his body became even more chilling.

"You little brat, you've got guts. You've successfully angered me," Zhang Xiong said in a hoarse, low voice.

His voice was like a blade scraping against rusted iron, making one's skin crawl.

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly raised the sword in his hand. Enveloped in black energy, he fiercely slashed towards Ye Xuan's position.

In an instant, the entire sky seemed to contain only a black sword, tens of feet long, slowly descending.

It was as if this sword could cleave through the void, break the earth, and that nothing could withstand its edge.

A sharp, bone-piercing aura firmly locked onto Ye Xuan.

Sensing the destructive aura that came with the sword strike, Ye Xuan's handsome features contorted, and his eyes blazed with madness.

"Nine Heavens Sword Art - Crashing Waves!"

Ye Xuan roared.

Bzzzz—

A clear sword cry rang out as sharp energy, like surging waves, swept out.

Simultaneously, a sword beam as red as blood pierced the firmament.

Even the sky-obscuring black giant sword paled in comparison.

The terrifying sword intent shot straight into the heavens, and the entire space trembled.

At this moment, centered on Ye Xuan, invisible sharp energy vibrated outwards like crashing waves.

Instantly, a fierce wind raged. Wherever that invisible sharp energy passed, everything turned to dust.

Invincible!

Overbearingly powerful!

This was the second stance of the Nine Heavens Sword Art—Crashing Waves!

This was the might of the Flying Immortal Sword!

Once unleashed, this move's power was continuous, like crashing waves, an unending struggle!

Looking out, Ye Xuan's entire body was enveloped in crimson, like a man of fire.

His clothes began to tear, his arms started to tremble, and cuts appeared on his skin.

Soon, his entire body was covered in blood, a shocking sight.

With his current strength, he was simply unable to wield the second stance of the Nine Heavens Sword Art.

If he forcefully used the second stance of the Nine Heavens Sword Art, Crashing Waves, he would most likely be torn apart by the terrifying sword energy.

But, at this moment, did he have any other choice?

His features were twisted, his expression ferocious, his eyes bloodshot, his teeth gritted, his entire body trembling uncontrollably, his hands gripping the Flying Immortal Sword tightly.

The terrifying backlash from the Flying Immortal Sword caused him unbearable pain, as if countless blades were slicing his flesh, and he could barely resist fainting.

If he hadn't cultivated the Heaven-Defying Sword Body Art and possessed the divine ability to devour sword energy, he would have already been torn to shreds by the sword energy.

"He's crazy, this kid is definitely crazy! He doesn't even care about his own life!" Zhang Xiong looked at Ye Xuan with a hint of horror in his eyes.