Beyond the Grandmaster!

Over a thousand Master-level players surged forward, their light-foot skills driving them onward like a swarm of locusts, a dark mass blotting out the sky.

The momentum was truly like a thunderbolt striking dry tinder; violent internal energy raged unchecked, whipping the sand and stone beneath their feet into a swirling tempest. The entire coastline trembled violently, as if it were about to be torn asunder and ground into dust by this overwhelming force.

The air was shredded by the countless figures hurtling forward, emitting a shrill, piercing whistle that wove into a deafening roar. Even the distant sea was churned into a frenzy, white foam cresting as the sound of the crashing waves was drowned out by the cacophony.

Wang Xuan cast a hurried glance behind him, his heart constricting as a chill shot from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.

Even though he had mentally prepared himself, seeing this army-like tide of people swarming toward him still made his scalp tingle and his spine turn cold.

He could handle seven or eight Masters with his Indestructible Diamond Divine Skill, but facing over a thousand of them in unison, he had no confidence. He feared his Copper Skin and iron bones would truly be hammered into a flat disc by this torrential force, crushed until there was nothing left to crush.

He could not take this head-on!

The thought had barely crossed his mind when the lead echelon of Master players closed to within a hundred meters.

Wang Xuan didn't hesitate, pushing his peerless light-foot skills to the limit. His figure became like an arrow released from a bow, accompanied by the sound of tearing air, as he shot toward the pavilion where the Royal Clan was stationed.

At the same time, he threw his hands open behind him, and the Energy Absorption Technique erupted. Amplified by the True Martial Seven-Section Formation, sixty-four energy-absorbing fields swept backward like a tornado!

The seven Master players at the very front faltered, their steps stumbling as their bodies were uncontrollably pulled by a massive force, hurtling forward at an even greater speed than before.

Faster than their bodies were the internal energy and blood essence being forcibly ripped from within them. Those crimson blood mists and translucent white energies intertwined, condensing into a tangible torrent of power that carved seven arcs through the air, rushing madly into Wang Xuan's body like birds returning to their nests.

The suction was so swift that from the moment the fields enveloped them to the moment their energy was drained, only a few breaths had passed.

Those seven Master players, who had been brimming with murderous intent just a moment ago, withered into husks and turned to ash in the next, leaving only empty clothes that drifted limply onto the sand.

Wang Xuan's face flushed slightly, a look of gravity crossing his brow.

The massive influx of blood essence and internal energy rampaged through his meridians like seven out-of-control dragons, crashing about and nearly tearing his vessels apart.

He had to divide his focus to circulate the Nine Yang Divine Skill, the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, and several other supreme arts to forcibly suppress and harmonize this violent energy.

Before his eyes, the system panel flickered, and countless martial arts notifications chimed, though most were repetitive basic techniques.

However, two specific techniques made his pupils contract, a flash of pleasant surprise in his eyes.

Small Formless Art <Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Sovereign Skill>.

These were the core martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect; with this, he had finally gathered every technique of the sect.

"Energy Absorption Technique? Hmph, let him absorb! I want to see how much he can take—let's see if he bursts!"

On the high platform in the distance, Yin Mingchen curled his lips into a cold, sinister sneer and issued a sharp order.

The remaining army of Masters on the beach immediately abandoned all offensive techniques, pushing their light-foot skills to the limit. Like mindless zombies, they swarmed toward Wang Xuan in a dense, relentless wave, showing no signs of retreat even in the face of certain death.

Wang Xuan's expression shifted drastically. Looking back, he saw the group of Masters accelerating, each one charging into the range of his absorption fields without fear of death, wave after wave.

In just a few breaths, another dozen were drained of their internal energy and blood essence, turning into piles of clothes that fluttered onto the sand. Added to the previous seven, the massive energy of over twenty people surged into his body like a burst dam.

The internal energy in his meridians swelled instantly, stampeding like ten thousand horses, while the surging blood essence felt as if it would burst his blood vessels and shatter his body. A sweetness rose in his throat, the thick scent of iron rushing to his brain, and a mouthful of blood churned in his chest, nearly forcing its way out.

"You want to burst me? You're overthinking it!"

Wang Xuan's eyes turned ruthless, and he swallowed the blood back down. He abruptly halted the Energy Absorption Technique, spread the fingers of his right hand, and unleashed the Six Meridian Divine Sword as a torrent of sword energy, slashing backward without hesitation.

Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi!

The muffled sound of sword energy cutting into flesh was as dense as rain and piercingly sharp.

Wang Xuan did not stop, sword energy surging from his entire body, driven by the desperate need to vent all the rampaging energy within him.

The storm of sword energy swept past, carrying with it a sky full of flesh and debris. Severed limbs, shattered bones, and fragments of organs danced in the scarlet mist of blood. The entire beach instantly turned into a human slaughterhouse, the stench of blood becoming nauseatingly thick.

"Hahaha! Yin Mingchen, you really are an idiot!"

On the high platform, Chu Lingtian clutched his stomach, laughing until he doubled over, his tone dripping with mockery. "You want to burst him with numbers? He's not an inanimate object, not a machine! He's a living person, a ruthless character who possesses several divine skills! You're killing me—this is a massive joke!"

Yin Mingchen's face turned an ugly shade of leaden gray, the veins on his forehead bulging.

This tactic would indeed work against a martial artist who only possessed the Energy Absorption Technique, such as Zhu Wushi.

But in his fit of rage, he had subconsciously forgotten that the kid named Wang Xuan possessed dozens of supreme martial arts besides the Energy Absorption Technique; it was impossible to burst him so easily.

Such a low-level error made him want to slap himself hard, the fire and humiliation in his heart nearly burning him to ash.

On the beach in the distance, the army of Masters had already lost more than half its numbers. Severed limbs covered the sand, and dark red blood seeped into the scorching grains, gradually congealing and staining the entire beach a bizarre, blackish-red.

And the target of the encirclement, far from being burst, was fighting more fiercely than ever. His sword energy grew increasingly sharp, and he was drawing ever closer to the pavilion where the Royal Clan resided.

The sound of Chu Lingtian's laughter continued to reach his ears, piercing Yin Mingchen's nerves like the sharpest of taunts.

Yin Mingchen could no longer endure it. Monstrous killing intent and ferocity surged in his eyes, and a twisted, extreme smile appeared on his face. He reached to his waist, and with a crisp clang, a translucent, icy long blade was unsheathed.

The blade was curved and sharp. As the light danced across it, a coldness as biting as eternal snow instantly permeated the entire platform. Before the blade even moved, the chill had arrived, causing the strong liquor in the cups on the table to instantly freeze into a layer of fine ice shards.

"Go to hell! Startling Cold Glance!"

Yin Mingchen roared, putting strength into his arm and slashing down with the blade.

A twenty-meter-long blade of deep, freezing energy tore through the air like an ice dragon lunging from the nine nether hells, carrying the momentum to destroy the world as it pounced toward Wang Xuan.

Wherever the blade light passed, the air was instantly frozen into fine ice crystals, refracting blinding cold light under the setting sun. The extreme cold felt as if it would freeze the entire beach, along with the seawater beneath his feet, into a solid block of ice.

Wang Xuan's expression changed drastically, the hair on his body standing on end. In his spiritual perception, an eternal, immovable iceberg was pressing down upon him. A fatal sense of crisis screamed in his mind, every cell in his body shrieking, every inch of his skin trembling!

Without a second thought, he forced his charging body to twist, his waist contorting at an eerie angle far beyond human limits. He slid almost flush against the sand, carving a perfect semicircle trajectory and narrowly dodging the lethal strike.

BOOM!

The earth trembled, and the deafening roar shook the air.

Out of the corner of his eye, Wang Xuan saw the snow-white blade of light graze his body and slam into the spot where he had just been standing.

A long, bottomless trench instantly appeared on the beach. The sand on both sides was frozen into hard ice crystals by the extreme cold, forming two straight, icy paths that stretched for over twenty meters—a truly shocking sight.

At the end of the trench, the army of players following behind him seemed to vanish into thin air, as if erased from the paper by an eraser under the impact of that freezing blade.

Wherever the blade light passed, the dense crowd was "shaved" into a straight void. The severed limbs left at the edges were instantly frozen into ice blocks, not even a single drop of blood managing to spill—it was both eerie and terrifying.

"How is this possible!"

Wang Xuan's pupils dilated violently, his heart churning with turbulent waves. The power of this blade strike was absolutely far beyond the level a Grandmaster should possess!

The power ceiling of the World's Number One plot world was the Grandmaster realm; it was impossible to break through this limit unless Yin Mingchen was utilizing a martial art that surpassed the Grandmaster level.

"Haha, frustrated and desperate, have you finally decided to make a move yourself?"

Chu Lingtian wiped away his smile and slowly stood up. A hint of gravity flashed in his eyes, but it was overshadowed by bloodthirsty excitement.

He retrieved a longsword with an ancient design from his storage bag. The blade had a pitch-black base, with crimson and icy blue patterns slowly flowing across its surface, emitting a heart-palpitating, ominous glow as eerie sword qi faintly leaked out.

"Since you've already made your move, I might as well play along with you." Chu Lingtian licked his lips, a bloodthirsty chill flashing in his eyes, and shouted, "Listen up, everyone! Whoever can heavily wound Wang Xuan, the credit for this achievement will be theirs!"

As his voice fell, he settled into a stance, his internal energy flowing continuously into the longsword. As the energy surged through the blade, it emitted a faint hum.

He held the uniquely shaped sword in his right hand, raised above his head, with the spine of the blade pressed tightly against his arm. His left hand formed a sword seal at his chest, and his sword qi suddenly surged, causing his robes to snap violently. The wooden planks beneath his feet were sliced into fine cracks by the sharp sword qi, sending wood shavings flying.

"Sword Separating the World!"

Chu Lingtian dropped his shoulder and elbow, exerted force through his arm, and slashed horizontally.

There was no grand momentum, no earth-shattering roar—only a strand of sword qi condensed to the extreme, as thin as a hair, yet carrying the power to tear through space as it pierced the air.

Wherever that sword qi passed, space seemed to be forcibly severed, leaving behind a faint trail. It carried a terrifying sword intent that seemed to "ignore everything and cut off the world," striking directly at Wang Xuan with pinpoint precision.

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