Nameless Sword Art Slices Ghost Flood Dragon, Xuan Ning's Abhorrence

With a deafening roar, a piercing wail of extreme pain from the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon echoed from within the sea of fire!

"Roar—"

Everyone stared blankly at the scene, holding their breath, the arena falling into a profound silence.

The entire crowd erupted!

Countless people burst into deafening cheers of joy.

"He won... he actually won!!"

"Xuan Aotian actually defeated a beast at the Ninth Layer of the Undying Realm!!"

"We're rich!"

Xuan Aotian, floating in mid-air, maintained a detached expression, neither happy nor sad.

"Ninth Layer of the Undying Realm?"

"Nothing more than that."

A sword mark materialized in his palm as he prepared to sheath the Immortal Slaughtering Sword.

However, he suddenly found that the Immortal Slaughtering Sword seemed to be firmly locked onto by something, remaining motionless for a long time.

Xuan Aotian frowned, looking down at the raging sea of fire below with a hint of confusion.

"What's going on?"

Suddenly!

An incredibly violent and soul-stirring beast roar echoed from the sea of fire!

"Roar!!"

The surging sea of fire was torn apart, and the ferocious head of the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon burst forth from within!

Its beastly eyes filled with hatred and fury, it opened its maw, a gaping abyss filled with fangs, and there, stuck in its thick tongue, was the Immortal Slaughtering Sword!

How could this be!

I clearly already...

Xuan Aotian's pupils contracted sharply as he stared at the scene in disbelief.

The Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon was brewing a terrifying red light within its mouth, and flames potent enough to incinerate everything spewed outwards.

"Boom!"

Endless flames surged forward, and this sudden turn of events left him no time to think.

Xuan Aotian had no choice but to unleash a terrifying sword energy with his palm to defend himself, quickly dodging!

The Sky Dome Sword Body, every move and stance imbued with powerful sword intent!

"Rumble—"

Amidst the vast sea of crimson flames.

A figure engulfed in fire was blasted out.

It tumbled several times before crashing heavily onto the ground far away.

[Ding! Destined Protagonist Xuan Aotian is severely injured, losing 2000 Destiny Value!]

[Congratulations to the Host for gaining 2000 Villain Points!]

Everyone watched this scene in disbelief, exclaiming.

"What's going on? That Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon isn't dead!"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Xuan Aotian in the arena emitted a divine radiance from his body, shaking off the flames, and immediately took out a Saint Grade Pill to recover.

After all, it was a fierce beast at the Ninth Layer of the Undying Realm, and its flames were no easy matter to endure.

Although he possessed the Sky Dome Sword Body, as a sword cultivator, his offensive power was unparalleled, but his physical body was not exceptionally strong.

Therefore, he tried his best to avoid the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon's flames during combat.

But what he hadn't expected was that his previous strike hadn't managed to kill this beast!

The previously detached and arrogant demeanor vanished, replaced by suspicion and confusion in Xuan Aotian's eyes.

"Damn it, how could my sword have missed its mark!"

"Roar!"

The Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon gave him no chance to recover.

It directly surged forward with a torrent of blazing fire, charging headlong, roaring with extreme fury.

The flames danced, surging like a tsunami, and the terrifying temperature, along with the astonishing killing intent, jolted Xuan Aotian back to his senses.

His expression turned furious, and his eyes blazed with cold rage as he shouted.

"Beast! Do you think I'll be afraid of you just because I've lost my sword, Xuan Aotian?!"

The Heartless Sword Art activated, and Xuan Aotian's entire aura underwent a drastic change in an instant.

A majestic sword intent erupted without restraint. The ground trembled, and behind him, thousands of sword qi, condensed from True Qi, materialized into swords and floated in mid-air.

The Heartless Great Dao appeared by his side. At this moment, Xuan Aotian was like a sword immortal, coldly staring at the Ghost Flood Dragon opposite him.

"Originally, I wouldn't have needed to use this move against a beast like you..."

"You can consider this life well spent!"

"Die!"

As he spoke, thousands of sword qi condensed from True Qi shot out, covering the sky and earth!

This sword qi seemed capable of tearing apart everything in the world, invincible and unstoppable!

The surging sword light plunged into the raging sea of fire. A trace of panic flashed in the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon's eyes. It retracted its scales, trying to resist!

In an instant.

Thousands of sword qi shattered its seemingly indestructible scales and pierced its enormous body!

"Roar—"

The Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon let out a deafening wail.

With deep resentment and unwillingness, it crashed to the ground with a "boom," its aura completely extinguished.

Xuan Aotian's chest heaved; this attack had clearly consumed a significant amount of his stamina.

He walked over slowly, the surrounding flames not daring to approach him.

Xuan Aotian arrived beside the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon's corpse and forcefully pulled out the Immortal Slaughtering Sword that was lodged in its mouth!

"Pfft!"

Then, he coldly looked at the Fat Deacon on the stage, who was still stunned and hadn't recovered, and said sternly.

"Prepare for the next match."

The Fat Deacon finally snapped back to reality and quickly shouted.

"Young Master Aotian has slain the Demonic Flame Ghost Flood Dragon, achieving his ninety-sixth victory!"

Inside the VIP room.

Upon seeing Xuan Aotian unleash the move that killed the Ghost Flood Dragon.

Xuan Ning's expression drastically changed, and he said with a terrible look.

"Nameless Sword Art?!"

"Damn it! I can't believe Father actually bestowed such a thing upon him!"

[Ding! The Destined Protagonist Xuan Aotian has incurred the hatred of his younger brother. Destiny Value has been lost by 1000!]

[Congratulations to the Host for gaining 1000 Villain Points!]

Su Chenxiao glanced over.

"Nameless Sword Art?"

Liu Zishan also looked over with great curiosity.

"Young Master Aotian's divine ability just now was truly extraordinary. I didn't expect him to be able to kill that Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon without a sword."

"Is this also a divine ability of the Xuan Family?"

Xuan Ning's eyes were filled with jealous rage, and he said coldly.

"The Nameless Sword Art is a cultivation method and divine ability passed down from my mother's ancestors."

"Although it's only a fragment, its power is boundless. Cultivating this art allows one to materialize swords with True Qi, even without a physical sword in hand, and its power is not inferior to that of a magical artifact!"

This Nameless Sword Art had been with his father since his mother's death.

He was filled with confusion, wondering why his father doted on his elder brother so much, passing this divine ability to him instead of himself, even though they were both his sons!

Xuan Ning gritted his teeth, his fists clenched, and his body trembled.

Su Chenxiao's eyes flickered, and he said with some regret.

"Alas, such a thing has happened."

"I didn't expect Clan Head Xuan to be so biased. It seems your brother, even after severing ties with the Xuan Family, is still a concern for your father..."

As if recalling something, Su Chenxiao feigned sudden realization.

"I observed that the treasure sword he wielded was also quite extraordinary, possessing an imperial aura. Although it is somewhat damaged, it must have once been a peerless imperial sword..."

"That sword, could it also be a memento from your mother?"

Xuan Ning closed his eyes and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

In the entire Xuan Family, the cultivation methods passed down through generations were all the Xuantian Record, and sword cultivators were rare.

Only his mother had been a sword cultivator.

If this sword wasn't his mother's memento, what else could it be?

Xuan Ning opened his eyes, his gaze filled with desolate pain.

"Heh..."

"With Xuan Aotian's cultivation at the Undying Realm, if it weren't for our Ancient Clan Xuan Family, how could he possess so many treasures?"