Chen Yuan stared fixedly at Chen Changqing. The pride he had inherited from the swordsmanship overlord of the previous era was ruthlessly torn to shreds.
If this boy... if this boy had been born in my era, he would likely have already attained the Dao and become immortal—perhaps even contended with those Immortal Emperors!
A terrifying thought rose in his mind.
No!
He absolutely could not hold back any longer!
This sect Grand Tournament concerned an immense opportunity. It was the key to rebuilding his Tribulation Immortal foundation and even surpassing his former life!
He had to secure a spot!
"Since that is the case..."
Chen Yuan spat out several icy words. The Sword Intent of Forgetting Emotion around him began to surge at a terrifying speed.
"Supreme Sword of Forgetting Emotion!"
"First form, Severing Mortal Ties!"
He gripped his sword with both hands and raised it high, seeming to merge as one with the Starfall Sword in his hands.
A thousand-zhang grayish-white sword radiance extended from its tip, tearing through the clouds as it slashed into the void!
There was no violent energy within that sword radiance, yet it carried a terrifying aura capable of severing karma and erasing existence.
"Not good!"
Chen Yuan's expression changed drastically as he shouted, "Quick! Reinforce the formation with everything you have!"
However, it was already too late.
Crack—!
The formation's light barrier, jointly laid down by dozens of Tribulation Crossing elders, was like thin paper before that grayish-white sword radiance. A massive gash was effortlessly torn through it!
The terrifying aftershock of Sword Qi was about to spread across the entire summit of Shushan!
At that critical moment.
An aged yet gentle voice sounded beside everyone's ears.
"Sigh, young people do have quite the temper."
Along with the voice, a withered palm