Above the Grandmaster Realm!

Over a thousand Grandmaster Players activated their lightness skills and sped forward in unison, their figures sweeping across the land like a swarm of locusts, a vast black mass blotting out the sky and sun.

Their momentum was like heavenly thunder igniting earthly fire. Violent True Qi raged freely as sand and stones beneath their feet were swept into the air. The entire coastline trembled violently, as though it were about to be torn apart and crushed beneath this overwhelming force.

The air was ripped apart by countless speeding figures, producing piercing shrieks that merged into a deafening roar. Even the distant sea churned endlessly from the shockwaves, frothing with layer upon layer of white foam, while the crashing waves against the shore were drowned out by the uproar.

Wang Xuan glanced back hurriedly, and his heart suddenly tightened as a chill shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Even though he had prepared himself mentally, seeing this army-like crowd surging toward him still made his scalp tingle and his spine go cold.

When facing seven or eight Grandmasters earlier, his Indestructible Diamond Divine Skill had still allowed him to withstand their attacks with ease. But now, he faced more than a thousand Grandmasters attacking together. He truly had no confidence that his Copper Skin and iron bones would not be hammered into a metal pancake and crushed into nothing.

He absolutely could not take them head-on!

The thought had barely crossed his mind when the foremost group of Grandmaster Players closed to within a hundred meters.

Without time to think further, Wang Xuan pushed his peerless lightness skill to its limit. His body shot forward like an arrow loosed from the bow, tearing through the air toward the towers where the Royal Clan was located.

At the same time, he flung both hands open behind him. The Energy Absorption Technique erupted, amplified through the True Martial Seven-Section Formation, as sixty-four Power-Absorption Fields swept backward like tornadoes!

The seven Grandmaster Players charging at the very front suddenly stalled. Their steps faltered, yet their bodies were dragged forward by an enormous force, flying ahead even faster than before.

Faster than their bodies was the True Qi and vital energy forcibly torn from within them. Scarlet vital energy and luminous white True Qi intertwined, forming tangible torrents of power that traced seven arcs through the air before madly flooding into Wang Xuan like birds returning to their nests.

The suction was terrifyingly fast. From the moment the fields enveloped them to the moment their True Qi left their bodies, only a few breaths passed.

One moment, those seven Grandmaster Players had been brimming with killing intent and imposing momentum. The next, their bodies shriveled and turned to ash, leaving only empty clothing drifting limply onto the beach.

Wang Xuan's face flushed slightly, and a trace of gravity crossed his brow.

The immense vital energy and True Qi he had just absorbed ran wild through his meridians like seven uncontrolled furious dragons, crashing about as though they would tear his meridians apart.

He had no choice but to divide his attention and circulate several Ultimate Arts, including the Nine Yang Divine Skill and the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, forcibly suppressing and sorting out the violent energy.

Lights flickered across the System Panel before him, and countless martial arts notifications appeared with a stream of chimes. Unfortunately, most of them were duplicate Basic Martial Arts.

However, two techniques made his pupils suddenly contract, and delight flashed in his eyes.

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

The Xiaoyao Sect's core martial arts. At last, he had completely gathered every martial art of the Xiaoyao Sect.

"Energy Absorption Technique? Hmph, let him absorb! I'd like to see how much he can take. We'll burst him to death!"

On the distant platform, Yin Mingchen curled his lips into a cold, sinister smile and issued another sharp command.

The remaining army of Grandmasters on the beach immediately gave up using any offensive martial arts. They drove their lightness skills to the limit and surged toward Wang Xuan in dense waves like mindless zombies, one after another. Even if death lay ahead, none showed the slightest intention of retreating.

Wang Xuan's expression changed drastically. Looking back, he saw the Grandmaster Players accelerate sharply, each one fearlessly charging into the range of the Power-Absorption Fields without hesitation.

In only a few breaths, more than ten people had their True Qi and vital energy drained dry, becoming nothing but clothing that drifted lightly onto the beach. Together with the previous seven, the enormous energy of more than twenty people surged into his body at once like floodwaters breaking through a dam.

The True Qi in his meridians instantly swelled, running rampant like ten thousand galloping horses. The surging vital energy filled him as though it would burst his blood vessels and blow apart his body. His throat turned sweet, and the thick taste of iron rushed into his mind as a mouthful of blood roiled in his chest, nearly bursting from his mouth.

"Trying to burst me to death? You're dreaming!"

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

Ssh! Ssh! Ssh! Ssh!

The muffled sounds of sword qi slicing into flesh came down densely like rain, piercing and harsh.

Wang Xuan did not pause. Sword qi surged wildly around him, carrying the resolve to vent every last trace of the rampaging True Qi within his body.

The sword qi storm swept through, flinging flesh and broken remains into the sky. Mangled corpses mixed with severed arms, shattered bones, and fragments of organs danced through the crimson blood mist. The entire beach instantly became an Asura battlefield, its reeking stench of blood nauseating.

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

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On the platform, Chu Lingtian clutched his stomach and laughed until he bent over, his voice full of mockery. "You wanted to use numbers to burst him to death? He isn't an object, and he isn't a machine! He's a living person, a ruthless fellow who possesses several Divine Arts! This is killing me. What an absolute joke!"

Yin Mingchen's face turned ugly beyond measure, ashen and grim, while veins bulged at his temples.

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

But in his fury just now, he had instinctively forgotten that the brat named Wang Xuan possessed dozens of Divine Arts and Ultimate Arts besides the Energy Absorption Technique. It was simply impossible to burst him so easily.

Such a low-level mistake made him want to slap himself hard. The rage and frustration in his heart nearly burned him to ashes.

On the distant beach, more than half of the Grandmaster army had already been eliminated. Severed limbs covered the sands, while dark-red blood seeped into the scorching sand and slowly congealed, dyeing the entire beach an eerie blackish red.

Yet the target they had surrounded and attacked had not only failed to burst apart—he was growing fiercer with every kill. His sword qi became increasingly sharper, and he drew closer and closer to the towers where the Royal Clan was located.

Chu Lingtian's laughter continued ringing in Yin Mingchen's ears, like the most grating mockery, viciously stabbing at his nerves.

Yin Mingchen could no longer endure it. Boundless killing intent and savagery surged in his eyes, while an utterly twisted smile appeared on his face. He swept his right hand across his waist, and with a crisp metallic ring, a long saber shining with cold white light slid from its sheath.

The saber's curved blade was sharp, and as its light flowed, a frigid aura like eternal ice and snow instantly spread across the entire platform. Before the blade even moved, the chill had arrived. Even the strong liquor in the cups on the table instantly formed a fine layer of ice crystals.

"Die! Startling Cold Glance!"

Yin Mingchen roared, exerted force with his arm, and slashed down savagely.

A deeply frigid saber beam more than twenty meters long tore through the air. Like an ice dragon bursting from the Nine Nether Hell, it pounced toward Wang Xuan with the momentum to destroy heaven and earth.

Wherever the saber beam passed, the air was instantly frozen into fine ice crystals. Beneath the setting sun, they reflected dazzling cold light. That extreme chill seemed ready to freeze the entire beach, along with the seawater beneath it, completely solid.

Wang Xuan's expression changed drastically, and every hair on his body stood on end. Within his spiritual perception, an ancient glacier that could never melt was crashing down upon him. The deadly sense of danger screamed warnings in his mind. Every cell cried out, and every inch of skin trembled!

Without a second thought, he forcibly twisted his charging body. His waist bent at a bizarre angle far beyond human limits, and his entire body nearly skimmed along the ground, carving a perfect semicircular trail across the beach as he narrowly avoided the deadly blow.

Boom!

The earth trembled, and the thunderous blast shook the ears.

From the corner of his eye, Wang Xuan saw the snowy-white saber beam slash down right past his body, striking the spot where he had been standing.

A long saber mark instantly appeared across the beach, so deep that its bottom could not be seen. The sand on both sides was frozen by the extreme cold into hard ice crystals, forming two straight frozen paths along the scar that stretched for more than twenty meters, a terrifying sight.

At the end of the saber mark, the army of Players following behind him seemed to vanish out of thin air beneath that extremely frigid saber beam, as though they had been completely erased from paper by an eraser.

Wherever the saber beam passed, a straight gap had been "shaved" through the dense crowd. The cross-sections of severed limbs left at the edges had instantly frozen into lumps of ice, not even a drop of blood having time to spill. It was eerie and horrifying.

"How is that possible?!"

Wang Xuan's pupils shook violently, and turbulent waves rose in his heart. The power of that saber beam had absolutely surpassed the level a Grandmaster should possess!

The power ceiling of the World's Number One Plot World was Grandmaster. It was impossible to break through that limit—unless the martial art Yin Mingchen had used was above the Grandmaster realm.

"Haha, so you finally lost your temper and acted personally?"

Chu Lingtian stopped laughing and slowly rose to his feet. A trace of gravity flashed in his eyes, but there was even more bloodthirsty excitement.

He took an oddly shaped longsword from his Storage Bag. The sword's body was black as its base, while crimson and icy-blue patterns slowly flowed across it, radiating an ominous ghostly light that made one's heart tremble. Strange sword qi faintly seeped from it.

"Since you've acted, I might as well play with you." Chu Lingtian licked his lips, a bloodthirsty chill flashing in his eyes as he shouted, "Listen up, everyone! Whoever can heavily injure Wang Xuan gets the credit!"

As his voice fell, he sank into a rooted stance. True Qi continuously poured from within him into the longsword, filling its body and producing a faint hum.

He held the strange sword in his right hand and raised it diagonally above his head, its spine pressed tightly against his arm. His left hand formed a sword seal before his chest as sword qi around him abruptly swelled. His robes flapped violently, and the wooden boards beneath his feet were cut with countless fine cracks by the sharp sword qi, sending wood chips flying.

Sword Separating the World!

Chu Lingtian sank his shoulder, lowered his elbow, and swung his arm, slashing horizontally with his sword.

There was no grand display, no earth-shaking roar. There was only a strand of sword qi condensed to the extreme, thin as a hair, yet carrying the power to tear apart space as it shot through the air.

Wherever that sword qi passed, space itself seemed to be forcibly divided, leaving behind a faint trace. Wrapped within it was a terrifying sword intent that ignored all things and severed the world, striking directly at Wang Xuan with perfect precision.

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