Ning Fengzhi, slumped on the ground, was just as focused, staring at that streak of golden swordlight.
It was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's last hope.
It was also a sword strike that concentrated all of their faith.
Wherever the swordlight passed, heaven and earth trembled.
In that instant, the entire world seemed to fall silent, leaving only that golden divine sword radiating boundless majesty.
However.
Just as the golden divine sword was only inches from Tang Xiao's throat—
Tang Xiao, who had been walking forward, suddenly stopped.
"What a waste of time."
Tang Xiao sighed.
Before his words had even faded—
Boom!
Light burst from within Tang Xiao.
Brilliant radiance, interwoven with shimmering blue and dark gold.
In an instant, it enveloped the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Everyone felt their souls tremble.
Then—
Behind Tang Xiao—
The void twisted violently and collapsed.
An unimaginably enormous Blue Silver Grass slowly took shape in the void.
In that instant, the entire sky was dyed in colors interwoven with shimmering blue and dark gold.
Its thick vines coiled like dragons, and each leaf stretched several meters wide, ancient and mysterious golden patterns flowing across its surface.
The life force contained within those patterns was so dense it seemed almost ready to turn into liquid, dripping from the sky.
Yet accompanying this supreme life force was an oppressive might.
The howling wind fell still, and the swirling sand was pressed back to the ground.
An eerie silence settled over the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect plaza.
Deep in the crater, Gu Rong froze in the middle of trying to get up.
He stared blankly at the sky, at the colossal divine plant that blotted out the heavens. His Bone Dragon Martial Soul let out a trembling wail.
It was a fear that came from the depths of his soul.
Before this power, the defense he had always been proud of felt as fragile as paper.
"Th-this... what kind of Martial Soul is this?"
Gu Rong's voice was hoarse, and his shriveled body trembled uncontrollably with fear.
He had lived for nearly a century and witnessed countless powerful Martial Souls. He had even seen the Clear Sky Hammer and Angel Martial Soul with his own eyes.
But the Blue Silver Grass before him had utterly surpassed the limits of his understanding.
It was no Martial Soul at all. It was more like a god looking down upon all living things, truly descending into the mortal world.
Ning Fengzhi, slumped on the ground not far away, looked even paler.
As the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, his knowledge far surpassed that of ordinary people.
His eyes fixed on the enormous Blue Silver Grass, but another person involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
Sea God Tang San.
Tang San's Martial Soul was also Blue Silver Grass, and it had awakened into the Blue Silver Emperor.
At the front lines of Jialing Pass, the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul Tang San had displayed had once amazed countless people.
But that so-called Blue Silver Emperor, compared to the divine plant before them...
A bitter, self-mocking smile appeared at the corner of Ning Fengzhi's mouth.
The difference was like that between a firefly and the bright moon.
No—not even a firefly could compare.
Before this divine plant, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was no more than an insignificant speck of dust.
"How could this happen..."
"If they're both Blue Silver Grass, why is there such an enormous difference?"
Ning Fengzhi murmured in a daze, his faith beginning to waver.
He had always believed Tang San was the brightest genius of this age, the hope who would lead them to victory.
But now, gazing at the young man in the sky, who seemed like the embodiment of a god, he finally understood what true despair was.
In midair—
Chen Xin's all-out attack had stopped only inches from Tang Xiao's throat.
The Heavenly Dao Seven Kill Sword, radiating boundless golden light, could not advance another fraction.
Chen Xin remained frozen in midair, still gripping his sword with both hands, poised to strike with all his strength.
No matter how frantically he circulated his Soul Power, even after driving the light of his Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring to its limit, he still could not move a fraction.
The surrounding space seemed to have become a solid iron plate, pinning him firmly in place.
Not only that—
Chen Xin could clearly feel the Heavenly Dao Seven Kill Sword in his hands letting out a strained, burdened wail.
The blue-gold radiance emanating from Tang Xiao was dissolving his sword energy with an utterly domineering force.
The shadow of death instantly fell over Chen Xin's heart.
He had cultivated all his life, pursuing a fearless Sword Dao.
But now, before this absolute power, he felt the fear of death for the first time.
It was a fear that left him unable to resist or escape, able only to watch as he was destroyed.
Tang Xiao remained calm as he turned his head slightly and glanced at Chen Xin with his deep eyes.
The look was utterly placid.
But to Chen Xin, it was like a divine thunderbolt from the highest heavens, crashing into the depths of his soul.
Boom!
Chen Xin's mind went blank. The Soul Power within him instantly ran wild, surging through his meridians in a reckless frenzy.
His face flushed crimson, and he could not stop a mouthful of blood from spraying out.
With a single glance, this Super Douluo, who had only just broken through to Level 98, had been gravely wounded.
"Too weak."
Tang Xiao sighed softly.
His voice echoed across the sky, without the slightest change in emotion.
Then he slowly raised his right hand and gently pointed his index finger toward the ground below.
A glimmer of shimmering blue light slipped silently from his fingertip.
The glow seemed gentle, yet the instant it left his finger, it transformed into a blue-gold curtain of light that blotted out the heavens, enveloping the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Rumble!
The earth began to tremble violently.
The seemingly gentle curtain of light erupted with unimaginable, terrifying pressure the instant it struck the ground.
Within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—
Blood blossomed throughout the sect.
Countless ornate pavilions and towers turned to ash in an instant.
It was a one-sided annihilation.
Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and Ning Fengzhi, the three at the heart of this onslaught, suffered the worst of it.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in Ning Fengzhi's hands shattered, turning into a shower of multicolored fragments.
The backlash from his shattered Martial Soul left his face as pale as paper. He collapsed limply to the ground as if struck by a heavy blow, most of the meridians in his body severed.
Gu Rong also coughed up blood in torrents. The bone armor covering his body melted away completely, and his aura dwindled to the brink, his life flame liable to go out at any moment.
As for Chen Xin—
The Heavenly Dao Seven Kill Sword in his hands snapped apart, piece by piece, dissolving into flecks of golden light in the air.
He plunged heavily from midair and crashed into the ruins, who knew how many bones broken throughout his body.
Blood stained his white hair, making him look utterly desolate.
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