A Sword Cleaves the Realm

"You beast, die!"

Hun Yingkong's eyes immediately turned red, and he slapped Guo Pi.

This palm strike contained the power of eight parts of his body, demonstrating his hatred for Hua Qiang.

"Holy crap! Old man, you have no sportsmanship!"

"Damn it, we're mortal enemies, what's with all this talk of martial ethics? Fight to the death!"

Hun Yingkong consumed by rage, which amplified his power output.

A giant hand, emanating black smoke and containing countless ghostly figures, appeared in the air.

The moment the giant hand appeared, space itself began to collapse, creating numerous Void Rift from which countless black substances shot out, a truly terrifying sight.

Hua Qiang felt as if the world around him had been sealed off, and then an immense force landed on him, making his bones ache all over.

Damn, this guy really wants to die!

Without further ado, he summoned the Dao Sword and unleashed a fierce slash at the giant hand in the air.

[Ghost Slaying Style]

The Dao Sword hummed and vibrated, its blade radiating a dazzling golden light.

Hua Qiang's Spiritual Power surged wildly, pouring into the sword like a tidal wave.

A massive golden Sword Qi tore through the air, carrying the momentum of splitting the heavens and earth, to meet the black hand covered with countless ghostly shadows.

The black mist and golden light collided violently in mid-air, and in an instant, the space that had just healed was like a shattered mirror, with countless cracks spreading wildly.

The countless wronged souls contained within the giant hand that Hun Yingkong condensed emitted mournful screams, and under the restraint of the Dao Sword, the ghostly figures began to twist and dissipate.

However, the power of the large hand remained formidable, suppressing Hua Qiang's Sword Qi.

Hua Qiang's expression turned solemn as he channeled his Spiritual Power to its limit, causing the light of the Dao Sword to shine even brighter.

He suddenly leaped up, using the force of the Sword Qi to transform into a golden streak of light, heading straight for the center of the giant hand.

"Break!"

Hua Qiang roared, and the golden light on the Dao Sword surged three times. The Sword Qi became as tangible as a physical object, carrying the power to destroy everything, and once again slammed into the giant hand.

Seeing Hun Yingkong sneered, "A death throes!"

Immediately, he pressed down with immense force, and the black energy on the surface of his hand instantly boiled. Countless ghostly figures merged into a giant ghost face, which opened its blood-red maw and lunged at Hua Qiang's Sword Qi.

The ghost mask clashed with the Sword Qi, unleashing a deafening roar.

The black matter surging from the spatial rift intertwined with the golden light, forming a chaotic Chaos.

Within a radius of a hundred square meters, the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth was in a frenzy of chaos, and terrifying energy storms raged outwards.

The golden light of the Dao Sword continuously devoured the ghostly shadows, while the black energy of the giant hand also eroded the Sword Qi.

Hua Qiang felt his Spiritual Power being rapidly depleted, and every second felt like he was teetering on the brink of life and death.

With a thought, a Life Divine Water spread throughout his body, nourishing every inch of his flesh and skin.

The next moment, the physical fatigue and depleted Spiritual Power were restored to their peak.

The light on the Dao Sword not only didn't diminish by half, but actually became even stronger.

A hint of surprise flashed in Hun Yingkong's eyes. He hadn't expected that Hua Qiang could withstand him for so long with just this one sword strike.

There's something fishy about this kid!

Previously, he had slashed him into Space Rift with a single palm strike, but at that time, he was far less powerful than he is now.

In such a short time, he has already reached the Seventh Heaven of the Ancestral Emperor's realm. Could it be that he obtained some extraordinary opportunity there?

"Hmph, so what if your sword can subdue ghosts? With your meager strength, you're nothing but a large ant in the eyes of the Emperor, destined to die!"

Hun Yingkong roared, and his giant hand suddenly unleashed an unprecedentedly terrifying power. Countless black chains flew out from around the giant hand and wrapped around Hua Qiang.

Hua Qiang was not afraid at all and shouted, "Demon Breaking!"

The Dao Sword shone brightly, forming a huge halo that shattered the black chains completely.

Immediately afterwards, the light wheel, carrying an invincible momentum, blasted towards the demon face in the center of the giant hand.

Ghost Face let out a roar of resentment, trying to dodge, but was locked on by the light wheel.

Under the impact of the light wheel, the demon mask began to crumble inch by inch, and the black aura of the giant hand also dissipated rapidly.

Hun Yingkong's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly summoned the giant hand, but it was too late.

The light wheel slammed heavily onto the giant hand, and with a loud bang, the giant hand completely dissipated. Hun Yingkong was also thrown backward by this powerful force, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Hun Yingkong stopped, his fingertips, which had been wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, were still trembling slightly.

The dark red blood on his fingertip suddenly transformed into a blood talisman, exploding in the void with a blinding red light.

His body was surrounded by surging Demonic Energy like boiling ink, even the clouds above his head were dyed an eerie purplish-black.

"Kid, you've successfully angered me. Take this!"

[The Evil Ghost' Journey Across the Vast Land]

The hoarse roar shook the space, and as the last syllable landed, a hundred-foot-long scroll was unfurled with a bang.

The edges of the blood-red scroll resembled burning flames, with scalding blood droplets dripping down the silk fabric and congealing into a hideous ghost face in the air.

The painting begins with endless darkness, followed by a sudden burst of golden light. The sun and moon rise from nothingness, and stars are embedded in the sky like shattered diamonds.

Ancient trees rise from the ground, lush greenery abounds, rivers meander and flow, birds flutter in the forest, wild animals gallop across the grassland, and you can even see wisps of smoke rising from the village in a corner of the picture.

This seemingly peaceful Ten Thousand Miles Landscape Painting suddenly rippled, the original lifelike scenery became distorted and deformed, houses turned into broken walls and ruins, trees withered into white bones, and lakes boiled into blood.

Tens of thousands of Evil Ghost crawled out from the depths of the painting, some dragging half-rotten bodies, some with black blood flowing from their seven orifices, their sharp claws slicing through the air with a piercing sound.

The scroll, like a giant beast that had come to life, descended upon Hua Qiang with overwhelming force. The temperature in the air plummeted, ice crystals formed on the ground wherever it passed, and even the light was completely swallowed up.

Hua Qiang was drenched in sweat; the overwhelming pressure made his internal organs tremble.

His knuckles turned white as he gripped the Dao Sword tightly, and the warmth emanating from the blade cleared his mind.

Suddenly, a golden halo appeared deep within his pupils, and a huge hourglass phantom appeared behind him, with the sand flowing backward and the ghostly energy in the air beginning to swirl the scroll in reverse.

[Time Rewind, Demon Slaying Sword Strike!]

Hua Qiang roared, Dao Sword burst forth with a dazzling light like the sun, the entire sword trembling violently as if it had come to life.

Golden Sword Qi tore through space and time, leaving a burning trail in the air.

The Sword Qi, imbued with the Law of Time, collided violently with the River and Mountain Painting, first producing a deafening roar, followed by an eerie silence that engulfed the entire world.

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, the Evil Ghost in the painting let out inhuman screams, their bodies crumbling apart like pieces of paper scorched by high temperatures.

Those seemingly indestructible Ten Thousand Miles Landscape Painting were broken inch by inch under the erosion of the golden light, and the edges of the blood-red scrolls began to twist and melt away.

Hun Yingkong's eyes widened in horror, and his hands frantically formed hand seals. Suddenly, even more ghostly energy surged from the scroll in an attempt to repair the cracks.

But the light of the Dao Sword grew brighter and brighter, Hua Qiang's hair moved without wind, and the hourglass phantom behind him shone with dazzling light.

The moment the Sword Qi completely pierced through the River and Mountain Painting, countless Evil Ghost were shredded into dust, and even the condensed ghostly energy was purified into starlight by the golden light.

The oppressive sky once again revealed its azure blue, the shattered scroll turned to ashes and dissipated, Hun Yingkong staggered backward, black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth again, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.