I Borrow Law-"Undying Heaven-Slaying Lord"
On the high platform.
Xuanye put down the last Jade Slip containing Qin Wangchuan's information, a knowing glint in his silver eyes.
"I see..."
"He is the one who created the Supernatural Realm."
As he spoke, he lightly tapped the armrest with his fingertips, a condescending smile playing on his lips.
"Good."
"That's really good."
Upon hearing this, Chili turned her head, her purple eyes looking at Xuanye: "Is it the cultivation manual you were looking at before?"
Xuanye nodded slightly. "Yes."
He stood up and looked down at Qin Wangchuan, his silver hair flowing in the halo of light.
"That thing is quite interesting."
"Since you've already extended the invitation, then... let's meet for a bit."
The moment the words left his mouth, Xuanye's figure had vanished from the spot.
Chili and Yankui exchanged a glance and followed closely behind.
Three figures landed silently on the wide, dilapidated arena, facing Qin Wangchuan from afar.
The most conspicuous and powerful among them was the silver-haired figure standing at the very front— Xuanye.
He is at the peak of the Heavenly Venerable and could break through at any time.
Qin Wangchuan stared at this person, the last trace of warmth in those dark eyes completely extinguished.
All that remained was a chilling Killing Intent, as cold as ancient ice.
"You're the one behind it all?"
Xuanye met his gaze, nodded frankly, and the ambiguous smile on his face remained unchanged.
I know what you're talking about.
"Without a doubt, I was the one who planned all of this."
He paused, a faint glint of light flashing in his silver eyes.
"I was the one who did it."
Others may not know what the two are talking about, but it's quite obvious.
This person is the murderer who killed Shatong.
Qin Wangchuan nodded.
"He must have left some last words, right? Let me tell you so you can get a quick death."
"Happy?"
Chili's purple eyes turned cold, and she took half a step forward, but was stopped by Xuanye raising his hand.
Xuanye looked up, a hint of mockery flashing in his silver eyes:
"Last words... No."
He spoke slowly, each word like a needle chilled to the bone. "But I can tell you how he died."
"How painful and pitiful—to take his last breath."
Qin Wangchuan suddenly laughed.
The laughter was soft, yet it abruptly cut off Xuanye's words.
"Oh."
He raised his eyes, but there was no trace of the rage or pain that Xuanye had expected; only a bottomless mockery.
"You must think you're in control of everything, that you have everyone on your side?"
Xuanye's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. "What do you mean?"
"Did you think that by making a scene here and attracting everyone's attention, your plan would proceed smoothly?"
Qin Wangchuan's voice rang out clearly, not only to Xuanye, but also to everyone in the audience who had their ears perked up. "My companions are very strong."
"Each one is very strong."
He paused, his gaze sharp as a knife, slicing across Xuanye's face:
If I'm not mistaken.
"Your companions are outside the Academy, and things aren't going smoothly for them right now, are they?"
Qin Wangchuan had previously informed Yun Zexuan of everything.
But Yun Zexuan is not present now.
"Outside the Academy?"
"What's the meaning?"
A murmur of discussion immediately arose from the audience, and many people looked bewildered.
At this moment, an extremely subtle crack finally appeared on Xuanye's composed expression.
Does he know about our plans?
No... that's impossible!
The plan to activate the Blood Seed was known to only a handful of people;
Another group, completely unaware of the search for the Princess, was also on their way...
He's bluffing me!
Upon realizing this, Xuanye forcibly suppressed the slight wavering in his heart and quickly regained his composure.
"Instead of talking about these absurd things, you should worry about yourself." He pointed to the terrifying sword crater on the arena that hadn't fully healed yet:
"That last sword strike was your strongest attack; you won't be able to use it again for a while."
"And I can tell."
"Your greatest asset is actually these eyes, isn't it?" Xuanye's silver eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze locking precisely into Qin Wangchuan's eyes, his voice carrying a knowing certainty.
"Eyes that can see the trajectory of attacks, footwork that Shrink Ground to Inch —their trump cards are exposed without a doubt."
"How can someone like you be our enemy?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chili and Yankui stepped forward simultaneously, forming a triangular encirclement with Xuanye, locking Qin Wangchuan in the center.
"Three against one"
Chili lips curled slightly, her eyes a mixture of fighting spirit and contempt. "Or do you want to be fair, one-on-one?"
Qin Wangchuan interrupted her directly, cutting off Xuanye's unspoken words.
"It doesn't matter."
His gaze swept calmly over the three of them, his voice utterly devoid of any emotion:
"Whether it's three, ten, or even thirty, it makes no difference to me."
Xuanye raised an eyebrow, but had not yet spoken.
Qin Wangchuan slowly raised his right hand and calmly said:
"So."
"Just a little something, a small gift..."
Before he could finish speaking...
As if finally realizing something, the arm raised in mid-air suddenly stopped, and the pupils contracted sharply.
A strange "connection" that only he could sense was emanating from the white-haired Alien Race before him.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment.
Immediately afterwards, a slight smile slowly appeared on Qin Wangchuan's lips.
It was neither a sneer nor a mockery.
Rather, it was like catching a glimpse of an unexpected surprise, a genuine, playful, and amused smile.
"Oh."
"I see."
"This is truly a pleasant surprise."
Having said that, he had a thought.
Boom!!!
An indescribable, vast aura, seemingly originating from the very beginning of time, erupted from behind Qin Wangchuan!
A massive and ancient Wheel of Fate appeared in mid-air, inscribed with countless obscure and Ancient Dao Patterns. As it rotated, it slowly unfolded, expanding and rising ever higher.
In the blink of an eye, it has transformed into a towering giant wheel hundreds of feet high, standing in the void like Heaven and Earth Dharma Manifestation.
Immediately afterwards, the left half of that phantom slowly opened like a portal!
Behind the door, there is not emptiness.
Instead, it was an endless, verdant, and vibrant expanse, brimming with boundless vitality and Undying Dao Rhyme —a phantom of the azure sky!
A vast, ancient, and Undying aura swept across the entire venue like a tide!
Qin Wangchuan stood in the center of this strange phenomenon, his robes fluttering without wind, his voice clear and calm, resounding throughout every corner:
"I Borrowing Law —the 'Undying Heaven-Slaying Lord'."
As that sound faded...
From the depths of the half-open giant ship, a figure slowly emerged from the illusory blue sky.
The humanoid Dharma Manifestation was clad in a black-patterned battle robe, its face blurred by the flowing Dao Rhyme, with only a pair of cold eyes like stars hanging in the sky, indifferently looking down upon the mortal world.
With his right hand clenched, a long sword quietly materialized—its blade was like a heaven-slicing blade, its entire body flowing with dark blue patterns interwoven with destruction and vitality, and wherever the blade pointed, tiny cracks appeared in the void.
Dharma Manifestation took a step and landed behind Qin Wangchuan with a roar.
Qin Wangchuan didn't turn around; his gaze was fixed directly on Xuanye, as if an ancient god were looking down upon him.
"Draw your sword."
The moment the words fell—
The Undying Heaven-Slaying Lord suddenly clenched his fist.
The dark blue longsword emitted a deep, resonant sound, and the Dao Patterns on its blade lit up one by one. The Dao Rhyme destruction and vitality intertwined, condensing into a line of extremely cold light.
The Dharma Manifestation raises its arm.
Slash.
The movements were simple, like ancient rituals, solemn and slow.
The blade's speed surpassed comprehension.
A streak of blue descended from the sky, silently slicing through the air.
Xuanye stared wide-eyed at the scene, not even making any reaction, just blankly watching the blade flash past his side.
The next moment--
The blue line touched the ground.
A straight line of light appeared in the center of the arena, and then silently split in two along that line.
The fracture surface is as smooth as a mirror.
The Protective Grand Array set up around the arena, powerful enough to withstand the full force of the Spirit Venerable Realm expert, vanished silently like a thin veil before it even had a chance to light up.
The blue line has not yet ended.
It continued forward, skimming across the Outer Academy square, leaving its mark wherever it went—
The stone slabs on the ground are neatly cracked.
The martial arts monuments, viewing platforms, and ancient wooden pavilions that stand along the way are all smoothly separated from the center line, and not even a speck of dust can be seen on the cross-section.
Finally, the blue streak disappeared into the distant sky.
The wind stopped.
Silence.
All sounds froze at that moment.
Below the ring, someone finally looked up, trembling, and saw the horrifying scene.
Above the heavens, a straight crack silently stretches across the sky.
The churning dark clouds receded to both sides, and the entire night sky was neatly cut open.
Before this line, all things fall into silence—the stone breaks without a sound, the array vanishes without a trace, and the clouds disperse without a mark.
The sky was also cleaved in two by a single stroke.
Everyone was captivated by the lingering effect of that Heaven-Slaying Blade, their minds reeling.
Only Xuanye.
He stood frozen in place, his pupils contracted to pinpoints, his lips moving silently, yet unable to utter a sound.
It wasn't because the strike was particularly powerful.
Rather... it's because we're too familiar with it.
It was so familiar it was absurd, so familiar that he once wondered if he was seeing things.
After all--
"The Undying Heaven-Slaying Lord..."
"It is my Heaven and Earth Law."