What is a Separated World? The Might of a Single Sword, Like a Separated World!

On the vast plains at the border of Qing Province.

The final three hundred thousand defenders gathered by the Great Gan Dynasty remained behind closed gates, guarding the last line of defense for Qing Province.

Outside the city, dark clouds loomed and a murderous aura soared to the heavens, emanating from the boundless, million-strong Qing Army.

On the city walls, the soldiers of Great Gan looked ashen, their eyes filled with despair.

They knew this battle could not be won; their defeat was inevitable.

The enemy's forces were not merely three times their own.

More terrifying were the ten figures suspended above the Qing Army camp, standing like Gods and Devils.

They were ten Grandmasters!

The mere pressure radiating unintentionally from them caused the defenders on the walls to feel a suffocating sensation.

Even generals at the Martial Master level could not help but tremble in fear under this aura.

Just as this atmosphere of despair was about to completely consume the morale of everyone present.

A black-clad figure appeared without warning, directly in the center of the standoff between the two armies.

He wore black robes, but his long hair was white, giving him a highly peculiar appearance.

"Who... who is that?!"

The sudden appearance of this person left both opposing sides stunned.

On the city walls, the soldiers of Great Gan looked at the back that stood as straight as a pine despite facing a million-strong army, their eyes filled with confusion.

Only the generals at the level of Martial Master and above felt their bodies tremble slightly upon seeing the figure in the air.

Clearly, they all recognized the newcomer; this was none other than their Great Gan's Protector Grand Master.

Meanwhile, within the ranks of the Qing Army, the ten Grandmasters saw Lin Hanzhou and their pupils simultaneously constricted.

Clearly, they recognized him at first glance as well.

Fifty years ago, how could they fail to recognize the White-Haired Sword Saint who had slain two of their predecessors single-handedly?

"It's him? I never expected that this world's number one Sword Saint would still be alive!"

"Hmph, 'world's number one'? He's nothing more than a has-been who relies on forbidden arts."

"True enough. We have ten Grandmasters here; even if you use your forbidden arts again, it is merely a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

"Enough talk. Let's just kill him."

"I imagine that once this deified Protector Grand Master is dead, the blow to the entire Great Gan will be immense, won't it?"

Within the Qing Army ranks, those ten incomparably tyrannical auras were unleashed without reservation, all surging toward Lin Hanzhou.

The ten Grandmasters surrounded Lin Hanzhou from all directions.

Their faces were filled with madness, and they looked at Lin Hanzhou as if he were prey.

What could be more exciting than slaying a living legend?

Lin Hanzhou ignored their clamoring.

His gaze swept calmly over the ten Grandmasters, a flash of realization crossing his eyes.

"So that's how it is. It seems these are false realms birthed from crooked paths."

He could clearly sense the aura of these ten Grandmasters.

Although their auras were powerful, they were unstable and floating, clearly lacking a solid foundation.

There was a distinct difference between them and a Grandmaster who had truly cultivated their way up.

As for the specific difference in combat power, Lin Hanzhou would have to verify that for himself.

As the eleven most pinnacle existences in the world, they stood in a standoff high in the sky under the gaze of the masses.

The entire sky changed color, with lightning and thunder roaring due to the collision of their terrifying auras!

On the ground below, the million-strong army was deathly silent.

Everyone looked up, watching the clash of immortals that was about to decide the fate of two nations.

"Attack!"

The ten Grandmasters of the Qing Army exchanged glances and hesitated no longer.

They had to encircle and kill him with thunderous speed; it would be troublesome if other Grandmasters from Great Gan arrived.

They would not allow variables to enter a battle they were destined to win.

In an instant, the ten figures transformed into ten streaks of light of various colors, launching a lethal, coordinated assault on Lin Hanzhou.

Blade light, sword shadows, fist winds, palm imprints...

Ten distinct Grandmaster-level martial arts, each containing the power to destroy the heavens and extinguish the earth, wove together into an inescapable net.

This overwhelming barrage of attacks completely sealed off every space for Lin Hanzhou to dodge.

The full-force strike of ten Grandmasters was enough to raze everything within tens of miles to the ground!

However, faced with an encirclement that would drive any other person to despair, Lin Hanzhou's face revealed a look of disappointment, contrary to everyone's expectations.

"Hmm... although you've reached this level through crooked paths, your combat power is indeed comparable to a true Grandmaster, yet you are still too weak."

He critiqued the power of the ten attackers' strikes and shook his head lightly.

Immediately, his terrifying aura, which had long since reached the peak of the third rank, erupted without reservation!

This was an aura far exceeding any Grandmaster present, a terrifying pressure nearing the fourth rank.

As soon as this aura emerged, it instantly swept across the entire firmament, suppressing the auras of the ten Grandmasters firmly.

His strength, after fifty years of accumulation, had long reached an unfathomable realm.

Even if a true fourth-rank True Origin Realm martial artist were to descend, he would have the confidence to fight them.

Let alone these ten "inferior products" before him, who were merely cultivated through evil arts?

Feeling the surging aura of Lin Hanzhou, the ten Grandmasters were instantly struck with terror.

They could not understand why the opponent possessed such a terrifying aura.

Was it not said that he had used a forbidden technique during that battle in the Capital City, leading to his exhaustion and forcing him into seclusion for fifty years to heal?

Nani? Was the intelligence false?

Just as they were stunned, the long sword in Lin Hanzhou's hand suddenly unsheathed!

The perfected Flowing Cloud Sword Technique bloomed with unprecedented, brilliant light.

"This sword, let us call it Separated World."

Lin Hanzhou whispered softly, the spiritual power within his golden sea of Qi surging wildly.

A seemingly plain and unremarkable sword light swept out from him toward the surroundings.

This sword light was neither fast nor slow, neither overbearing nor sharp.

It was like the gentlest breeze of spring, brushing past softly.

When this sword light crossed the bodies of the ten Grandmasters, time seemed to stand still at this very moment.

The bodies of those ten Grandmasters, who had been arrogant just a moment ago, suddenly stiffened in mid-air.

The expressions on their faces remained frozen in the shock and gravity they felt when they first witnessed Lin Hanzhou's aura.

Yet, the luster in their eyes was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The battle had ended in less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick.

No, from the moment they were struck by Lin Hanzhou until now, only a single breath of time had passed.

What is a Separated World?

The power of one sword, as if a lifetime apart!

"Puchi..."

A rain of blood began to fall from the sky.

The ten Grandmasters of the Qing Army, who prided themselves on sweeping away everything, had their bodies shattered into countless pieces like broken porcelain.

These fragments plummeted from the sky.

Ten fine heads, trailing long lines of blood, smashed heavily into the army formation below.

This scene left the Great Gan soldiers on the city walls and the million-strong Qing Army outside the city completely petrified.

Everyone's mind went blank at this moment.

Sec... seconds?

Ten Grandmasters, a lineup capable of pushing across the entire world, were just like that, killed in a single second by the White-Haired Sword Saint?!

After a deathly silence that lasted for dozens of breaths, the million-strong Qing Army fell into complete panic and collapse.

To them, these ten Grandmasters were the gods they worshipped.

And now, the gods they worshipped were dead!

"Dev... devil..."

It was unknown who first let out a wail mixed with endless fear.

The entire army formation exploded into chaos instantly.

Having lost their backbone, their defeat was like a collapsing mountain!

Lin Hanzhou did not stop there.

His gaze turned to the battlefield below, at the dark mass of the Qing Army, and he raised his hand to slash out a wave of Sword Qi.

The terrifying Sword Qi rampaged wantonly; with one strike, the Qing Army suffered heavy casualties, and large swathes of soldiers were reduced to blood mist.

He was like a god of slaughter walking out of the Nine Nether Hells, continuously releasing Sword Qi to massacre the million-strong Qing Army.

He had heard a thing or two about what these Qing Army soldiers had done in Great Gan.

Since you enjoy slaughtering cities, I shall return the favor by slaughtering your million-strong army.

Just like that, a battle of epic proportions devolved into a one-sided massacre!

Lin Hanzhou chased the million-strong Qing Army all by himself, turning the path into a river of blood with a million corpses strewn in his wake.

After completely annihilating the main force of the Qing Army, Lin Hanzhou did not pause for even a moment.

He pressed northward, alone, and carved his way into the territory of the Great Qing.

He had only one goal: the capital of the Great Qing—Hertu.

He was very curious as to what secret the Great Qing possessed that allowed them to produce ten Grandmasters in a mere fifty years.