A Living Calamity, a Walking Disaster

The battle ended the instant the sword was formed.

There were no earth-shattering exchanges of fire, no step-by-step, protracted battles.

On the left, the twin halberds, embodying the phrase "Destiny Aspect of Killing and Judgment," spun, tearing through space, and slashed down towards Yankui, who was still struggling against the power of the Heavenly Sword.

Where the halberd passed, the "Five Directions Mountain-Sealing Sea-Calming Aspect," renowned for its defense, couldn't even withstand half a breath before shattering with a crash.

On the right, the "Beginningless and Endless Dao Lord" threw his spear, aiming straight for Xuanye's brow.

Although the latter narrowly dodged the spear's attack, the Sword Light in the void that followed arrived like a shadow, accurately striking the Dharma Manifestation's chest—the supreme Five-Character Heaven and Earth Law "Undying Heaven-Slaying Lord" in the eyes of others shattered instantly.

Behind her, Chili endured the pain and dispersed the nailed Dharma Manifestation, once again condensing "Karmic Fire Prison-Subduing Wisdom King" amidst the raging flames.

The Dharma Manifestation silently appeared, its sharp claws carrying karmic fire aimed straight at Qin Wangchuan's back!

Qin Wangchuan never looked back.

He didn't even adopt any defensive stance, simply standing there, letting the Chiyan claws, powerful enough to melt mountains, slam solidly into his back.

Bang!

The moment the claws touched "Calamity of Ten Thousand Ages," the crimson flames dispersed like waves, leaving nothing unharmed.

This is the Three-Character Heaven and Earth Law.

Qin Wangchuan then slowly turned half of his face to the side, glancing at the man as if he were looking at a moth drawn to a flame.

Then, he raised his hand.

A casual sword strike.

The next moment, the six-syllable Dharma Manifestation transformed into a sky full of flames, wailing and vanishing.

The three Dharma Manifestation of the deity shattered almost simultaneously.

After that, things became much simpler.

The borrowed law has vanished.

But they were never the strongest.

Qin Wangchuan, controlling the "Calamity of Ten Thousand Ages," took a step forward and lightly swung the Mystic Law Sword—

The first sword strike swept towards Chili, who was struggling to escape.

The moment the Giant Sword in Dharma Manifestation's hand touched her body, her flesh and blood evaporated like smoke, leaving only her head flying high into the air.

The second sword strike was aimed at the roaring, charging Yankui.

He raised his arms to the sky, his rock armor billowing, but he silently melted away in the Sword Light, leaving only his head flying off his body.

The third sword strike fell upon Xuanye.

Even now, the silver-haired Alien Race showed no fear in his eyes, but rather a calm appreciation.

A single sword strike.

His body evaporated, and his head flew off.

Three heads rose into the air one after another.

Then the "Calamity of Ten Thousand Ages" dissipated.

Qin Wangchuan stood suspended in mid-air on the Heavenly Suspended Silk, and raised his hand to make a gesture.

In the distance, beside the ruins, someone's sword flew through the air and landed in their hand.

The sword tip pointed upwards, and it was thrown through the air.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Three heads were pierced through by a longsword, strung together, and then slammed heavily into the arena.

The sword trembled and groaned, and heads hung in the air.

It resembled a string of bloody candied hawthorns, except that what was strung on it were the heads of Alien Race Prodigy.

As the lingering effects of the Heaven and Earth Law circulated, the Black Mist intensified its erosion, and wisps of black smoke rose from Qin Wangchuan's body.

He seemed oblivious, simply looking at his work and nodding in satisfaction.

When you stab someone else in the head, do you ever think that you might get stabbed in the head yourself?

His gaze fell on the very top— Xuanye's eyes, still open.

"Cough..."

That head actually made a sound.

Pierced through the skull, suspended from the sword, yet still alive.

Xuanye was placed in the position closest to the hilt of the sword, that is, at the very top.

He struggled to turn his eyes, first looking down— Chili's face was frozen with terror and resentment, while Yankui's face was as calm as stone.

Looking at it, he chuckled softly, his laughter hoarse and broken. "I often feel how ironic this world is."

"Alien Race cannot die, but they cannot be resurrected; Human Race can die, but their bodies can be rebuilt."

"Qin Wangchuan, you won, but you also did me a huge favor."

"These two burdens that I couldn't handle were unexpectedly eliminated here thanks to you—a pleasant surprise indeed."

Qin Wangchuan listened quietly, his face expressionless.

He only slightly raised his eyelids after the other person finished speaking:

"So what."

You think I'll let you off?

Xuanye raised his eyes, his silver pupils meeting those Golden Eyes for a moment before he smiled, uttering words tinged with Blood Bead: "Of course you won't let me go."

"But I won't die."

"The sole law engraved in our Origin Source, which you Human Race also call our Natal Dharma..."

"[I Evolve the Myriad Realms], my thousand bodies are immortal, and I am indestructible."

"This is just one of many frail bodies; even in death, it won't change anything."

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his life force rapidly fading, yet the light in his eyes grew ever sharper.

"Cough... Qin Wangchuan, you do indeed possess the potential to slay all the kings."

"We are the same kind of people, destined to walk the same path, until... one of us steps on the blood of the other to ascend the one and only throne."

"I will be in Foreign Lands..."

"Wait for you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the light in his eyes completely vanished.

The three heads on the sword were now lifeless.

Only the sound of the wind and a Deathly Stillness silence filled the arena.

Qin Wangchuan listened quietly, his face remaining expressionless—when Borrowing Law, he naturally knew about the other party's ability.

[I Evolve the Myriad Realms]: This Natal Dharma can generate a thousand Origin Source avatars. There are no secondary bodies; they are all the original body. Unless they are all killed, they are immortal and indestructible.

The body before them only bore one-thousandth of Xuanye's power, so much so that it couldn't even provoke any decent resistance.

"Whether it's a thousand bodies or ten thousand bodies, it doesn't matter."

He gazed at the lifeless head, his voice as calm as if stating a given fact:

"I will go to Foreign Lands and find every 'you'."

"Then--"

"Kill them all, one by one."

After speaking, Qin Wangchuan walked straight to Shatong's head, never once glancing at the Alien Race below the stage.

That wasn't contempt, but utter disregard.

There's no need to speak, much less utter any grand pronouncements.

The longsword that pierced through all three heads and was nailed to the arena was the most thunderous announcement in this place.

Those who witnessed this scene, whether friend or foe, were plunged into Deathly Stillness silence of shock.

Possessing the Three-Character Heaven and Earth Law, he broke through the realm amidst the erosion of the Black Mist, successively slaying three descendants of the King Sovereign —one of whom, like Xuanye, was a being hidden deep within the Foreign Lands, possessing the Five-Character Heaven and Earth Law.

From this moment on, the name "Qin Wangchuan" was no longer just a title.

With Half-Venerable Body, he directly attained Divine Ability powers, forged a three-character Dharma Manifestation never before seen in Myriad Ages, cut down Prodigy across borders as easily as mowing grass, and hung his sword on the head of Alien Race as a monument.

Wherever he goes, cause and effect are rewritten, fates are broken, and the strong perish; this in itself is a manifestation of "Heavenly Tribulation".

And so, amidst the trembling of fear and awe, some began to sing his praises:

--A living calamity, a walking disaster.

Only upon closer inspection did one see clearly that on his blood-stained Shatong, his eyes were wide open, pupils unfocused, as if frozen in a final moment of bewilderment.

He died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

Despite harboring lofty ideals, they were betrayed in their hometown by so-called compatriots.

Qin Wangchuan looked into those lifeless eyes, and his raised hand paused for a moment in mid-air.

Then, it slowly descended and closed his eyes.

"Look."

He spoke in a low voice, devoid of emotion, yet as heavy as the entire night:

"I've already said it--"

"The world is full of fools."

"But don't worry, we'll take you away, along with your dreams."

Ji Wuchen approached from behind, looking at his silent back, and was about to say something to comfort him.

But then Qin Wangchuan's calm voice rang out:

"It's up to you now."

"Take him away."

Ji Wuchen was taken aback, and subconsciously asked, "Me?"

When he looked up again, Qin Wangchuan had already turned and walked out of the arena, his figure appearing straight and solitary in the billowing dust.

"Hey! You're leaving already?!" Chu Wujiu took a few steps up from behind. "At least—"

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Wangchuan transformed into a streak of dark light and vanished into the distance.

Of course he has to leave.

The Shatong has vanished, and the matter here is settled, but elsewhere, another person's life hangs by a thread.