A slave of Xu?
I was a Sacred Ancestor. My name was Sheng Xin. How could I bow myself and become a slave?
All Daos under heaven originated from the sacred; all arts of the Five Domains returned to the devil. All cultivators were slaves of the sacred and the devil—how could there be any talk of transcendence?
"A sword?"
"Who said the sacred and the devil did not wield swords?"
That sword of Great Buddha Slash came shaving straight at his face, yet Sheng Xin stepped on the Sea of God-Devil Dao, and after that instant of dazed distraction, he actually still bore that pressure like ten thousand jun and drew himself up from the waist.
At the same time, roaring sword intent surged madly out of him. With a sweep of his sleeve, twelve swords came whistling in from beyond the heavens.
"Resentment Baleful Slaughter Delusion, Sorrow Departure Netherworld, Endure Protect Suppress Peace!"
"Twelve Swords of the Sword Tower, suppress the tower—edict!"
With one long cry, the Twelve Swords of the Sword Tower were commanded into an array. They landed with ringing clangs around him, and actually pressed down the gods and Buddhas that had barely risen in Sheng Xin's heart, using the same method by which the Sword Ancestor had once suppressed his heart demon.
The Great Buddha Sword came crashing in and slashed straight onto the sword array, shaving the Dao arts for ten thousand li around into nothingness.
Yet the four swords of Endure Protect Suppress Peace sang long and clear, transforming into a vast sword realm, and helped Sheng Xin forcefully withstand the slash intent's strike.
"Urgh!"
Sheng Xin gave a muffled groan, and blood spilled from the corner of his lips, but his foundation was unharmed.
"Illusion Annihilation Finger (Charge Value: 1281%)."
Xu