Ultimate Sword Intent

However, just as Yan Zhao turned to leave, a powerful oppressive force descended like Mount Tai crushing eggs. His heart tightened, and he quickly turned his head, only to see the Eight-armed Rakshasa, the mechanical creature, and the mysterious person reappear like ghosts, forming an impenetrable encirclement.

These three were clearly unwilling to let Yan Zhao escape so easily. Their gazes met, revealing greed and ferocity. Yan Zhao tightly gripped the Green Ping Sword in his hand, its blade shimmering with a dazzling light, as if echoing his resolute heart.

His face was like still water, and he coldly stared at the three opponents before him, showing no fear. The horn of battle was sounded in an instant. Yan Zhao, like an enraged Mighty Lion, suddenly swung the Green Ping Sword. His sword strokes were as fierce as a storm, and streaks of sword energy, like a rainbow piercing the sun, howled as they slashed towards the enemies.

Seeing this, the Eight-armed Rakshasa's eight arms spun rapidly like a windmill. Each hand held a different weapon, be it a saber, an axe, a hook, or a trident. They thrust, chopped, sliced, and parried, intertwining with Yan Zhao's sword techniques, producing clanging sounds and sparks flying everywhere.

The mechanical creature let out a piercing roar, its body beginning to transform. Various metal parts quickly assembled, and in a blink of an eye, it became a giant war machine. Its arms turned into two massive cannons, continuously firing scorching cannonballs that streaked across the sky like meteors, bombarding Yan Zhao directly.

The mysterious person stood not far away, chanting incantations and forming various strange hand seals. As he cast his spells, the surrounding air seemed to warp, and waves of mysterious energy rippled outwards, forming a powerful energy shield that tightly protected him and the other two.

For a time, lava splattered, and flames flew, engulfing the entire battlefield in raging infernos. Yet, under this fierce assault, Yan Zhao did not fall behind. His movements were agile as he weaved through the gunfire and sword shadows. The Green Ping Sword in his hand was like a nimble viper, constantly seeking out his enemies' weaknesses.

As time passed, Yan Zhao gradually adapted to the enemies' attack rhythm and began to counterattack. His swordsmanship became increasingly exquisite, each strike imbued with boundless power. Wherever his sword passed, both the Eight-armed Rakshasa's weapons and the mechanical creature's cannonballs were easily torn apart.

Yan Zhao's momentum soared like the sun. He grew braver with each battle, and finally, after a masterful sword move, he successfully broke through the enemy's defenses and pressed directly towards the Eight-armed Rakshasa. Just as he was about to deliver a fatal blow, the mysterious person suddenly shouted, and with a forceful wave of his hands, a dazzling teleportation light flashed.

The light vanished as quickly as it appeared. The Eight-armed Rakshasa and the mechanical creature, as if under a spell, instantly disappeared without a trace. Yan Zhao frowned upon seeing this, but he did not linger. He knew time was of the essence and could not give the enemy a chance to breathe.

He quickly leaped onto the back of the Ice Dragon, flicked the reins, and the Ice Dragon shot off like an arrow released from a bow, speeding towards the location of the Observer Colossus. The final decisive battle for the fate of the world was about to begin there.

Yan Zhao rode the Ice Dragon, soaring through the sky with the wind whistling past. Soon, the colossal figure of the Observer Colossus appeared before him. It stood on a desolate land, exuding an aura of malevolence. As Yan Zhao approached, the colossus moved, extending its massive arm to strike at the Ice Dragon. The Ice Dragon roared and nimbly dodged. Yan Zhao leaped from the Ice Dragon's back, holding the Green Ping Sword, and thrust it towards the colossus's core. The colossus unleashed waves of black energy, which clashed fiercely with Yan Zhao's sword energy, creating deafening roars. Just as Yan Zhao focused on attacking the colossus, the mysterious person, along with the Eight-armed Rakshasa and the mechanical creature, suddenly reappeared and launched a surprise attack from behind. Caught between enemies from front and back, Yan Zhao struggled to cope for a moment. However, he quickly calmed himself, channeled the power of the Green Ping Sword, forming a powerful defensive shield to withstand the attack. He then unleashed the Green Ping Sword's strongest sword technique, sword energy pouring out like a galaxy, while the Ice Dragon cooperated by spewing extreme cold. The mysterious person and others, along with the Observer Colossus, wavered under this powerful assault. Yan Zhao knew victory was within reach. Just as Yan Zhao thought victory was imminent, the Observer Colossus let out a deafening roar, its malevolent aura surging wildly. It forcibly gathered its strength and reflected Yan Zhao's sword energy and the Ice Dragon's extreme cold back at him. Caught off guard, Yan Zhao's defensive shield was instantly shattered, and he was sent flying by the immense power. The Ice Dragon was also severely wounded and fell with a mournful cry. Seeing this, the mysterious person and the others seized the opportunity to attack again. Blood trickled from the corner of Yan Zhao's mouth, but he showed no sign of retreat. Gritting his teeth, he gripped the Green Ping Sword again, his spiritual energy circulating wildly within him. Just as the mysterious person and the others were about to reach him, Yan Zhao unleashed his long-hidden ultimate move—the ultimate sword intent of the Green Ping Sword. A dazzling white light flashed, and the sword intent, as if tangible, slashed towards the enemies. The mysterious person and the others were suppressed by this powerful sword intent, unable to move. The Observer Colossus was also struck in its core by the sword intent and collapsed with a bang. As the enemies fell, the land returned to peace. Yan Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had finally won this battle for the fate of the world.