Slaying the First Heir

Rujie swallowed.

"Senior, let's calm down a little. Holy Son Chen's life is hard to snuff out. He hasn't called for help yet."

Si Youyou stared at the ripples in space and suddenly spoke.

"I hear thunder."

They all looked over at once.

Inside the sealed world.

Chen Changqing lowered his head as lightning coursed down his arm and into the Heavenly Thunder Sword.

Seeing the sword's shadow press another three inches lower, Jian Chen spoke hoarsely.

"You can't hold on."

Chen Changqing said nothing.

He was waiting.

Waiting for Jian Chen to push that sword technique to its absolute limit.

A True Immortal's sword technique was powerful indeed.

So powerful that even his four avatars struggled against it together.

But the stronger a technique was, the more vulnerable it became to a break in its flow.

Especially when Jian Chen had forced seven swords into his body to drive it.

Each time the Sword Qi circulated through his body, it passed a point of transition.

While Jian Chen had him pinned down, Chen Changqing hadn't been able to see it clearly.

After breaking through, he finally caught it.

It came at the instant the sword's hum in Jian Chen's chest shifted.

Chen Changqing snapped his head up.

"Now."

The Immortal Burial Qin avatar hooked its fingers hard across the strings.

The sound no longer spread outward. It condensed into a single line and stabbed toward Jian Chen's chest.

Jian Chen's expression changed.

"You dare!"

The shadow of Sword Immortal Descends to the Mortal World wavered slightly.

Just once.

That was all Chen Changqing needed.

The Mountain River Heaven-Suppressing Seal avatar brought its palms together, driving the ancient seal down hard against the sword's shadow.

The Haotian Hammer avatar rose, its hammerhead smashing into the same spot.

The Dragon Pattern