The Final Sword
West of West River, swordsmen debated the sword. The Eastern Realm's swordsmen spread word that the Emperor's Sword Master had launched a fierce challenge, and Ning Chen was in peril.
His body was grievously wounded, and his feet could no longer take even an inch forward. Yet Ning Chen's fighting spirit remained as lofty as ever. His unyielding battle soul shook heaven and earth.
Between heaven and earth, sword intent spread. Wherever it passed, all things transformed into swords.
Around Ning Chen, the Four Immortal Slaying Swords sensed their master's unyielding will to fight. Stirred by it, they trembled and rang fiercely, ceaselessly begging for battle.
"Raise the swords!"
The cry to raise the swords came once more, like thunder rolling across heaven and earth. The Four Immortal Slaying Swords rang out. Though their blades were broken, they could not suppress their longing for battle.
Whoosh!
The Four Immortal Slaying Swords tore through the air. At the same time, Ning Chen's figure slowly rose. His blood-red hair danced in the wind, and his sword intent astonished the world.
The four swords revolved around him. At their center, Ning Chen's blood energy burned fiercely. He was like an emperor among swords, dazzling beyond compare.
Ahead, the Emperor's Sword Master sensed the astonishing battle intent emanating from his opponent. His expression darkened as the Emperor's Sword flew out and hovered before him.
The next moment, the Emperor's Sword Master clasped the sword with both hands. Blood flowed from them, pouring endlessly into the divine sword.
It was a horrifying sight. Facing an enemy stronger than any he had ever encountered, the Emperor's Sword Master fed the sword with blood, unleashing its greatest might.
As blood poured into the Emperor's Sword, scarlet radiance shot straight through heaven and earth. An