The Blue Silver Emperor Revealed!!

Ning Fengzhi, slumped on the ground, stared with equal intensity at that golden sword light.

This was the final hope of their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

It was also a strike that concentrated all of their convictions.

Wherever the sword light passed, the heavens and earth trembled.

In that instant, the entire world seemed to fall silent, leaving only that golden divine sword radiating endless majesty.

However.

At the very moment that golden divine sword was but a few inches from Tang Xiao's throat.

Tang Xiao, who had been advancing, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"What a waste of time."

Tang Xiao sighed.

Before his voice had even faded.

BOOM!

Radiance erupted from within Tang Xiao's body.

A brilliant luster, interwoven with luminous blue and dark gold.

In an instant, it enveloped the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Everyone felt as though their very souls were trembling.

Following that.

Behind Tang Xiao.

The void twisted violently and collapsed.

A Blue Silver Grass, unimaginably massive, slowly coalesced out of the void.

The entire sky was dyed in the colors of luminous blue and dark gold in that moment.

Thick vines coiled like dragons, each leaf spanning several meters wide, flowing with ancient and mysterious golden patterns.

The life force contained within those patterns was so dense it nearly turned into liquid, dripping down from the sky.

Yet, accompanying this extreme life force was pressure.

The gale subsided at this moment, and the stirred-up dust was pressed back to the ground.

The entire plaza of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect fell into an eerie silence.

Gu Rong lay in the deep pit, his movements as he struggled to rise freezing in place.

He stared blankly at the sky, at that massive divine grass obscuring the sun, while his Bone Dragon martial soul let out a trembling whimper from within his body.

It was a fear originating from the depths of his soul.

In the face of this power, he felt that the defense he took such pride in was as fragile as paper.

"What... what kind of martial soul is this?"

Gu Rong's voice was hoarse, his withered body shaking uncontrollably from fear.

He had lived for nearly a hundred years and had seen countless powerful martial souls; he had even witnessed the Clear Sky Hammer and the Angel martial soul with his own eyes.

But the Blue Silver Grass before him had completely exceeded the limits of his understanding.

That was no mere martial soul; it was more like a god looking down upon all living beings, truly and tangibly descending into the mortal realm.

Ning Fengzhi, slumped not far away, had a face that was deathly pale.

As the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, his knowledge far surpassed that of ordinary people.

His gaze was fixed on that massive Blue Silver Grass, yet his mind could not help but conjure the image of another person.

The Sea God Tang San.

Tang San's martial soul was also Blue Silver Grass, and it had already awakened into the Blue Silver Emperor.

On the front lines of Jialing Pass, the Blue Silver Emperor martial soul displayed by Tang San had once left countless people in awe.

However, if that so-called Blue Silver Emperor were compared to this divine grass before him...

A bitter, self-deprecating smile appeared at the corners of Ning Fengzhi's mouth.

It was simply the difference between a firefly and the bright moon.

No, it didn't even qualify as a firefly.

Compared to this divine grass, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was at most an insignificant speck of dust.

"How could it be like this..."

"Both are Blue Silver Grass, so why is there such a heaven-and-earth difference?"

Ning Fengzhi murmured in a daze, his inner convictions beginning to waver at this moment.

He had always believed that Tang San was the most dazzling genius of this era, the hope that would lead them to victory.

But now, looking at the young man in the sky who resembled the incarnation of a god, he finally understood what true despair was.

Mid-air.

Chen Xin's all-out strike came to a halt just inches from Tang Xiao's throat.

That Heavenly Dao Seven Kill Sword, radiating endless golden light, could no longer advance even a fraction of an inch.

Chen Xin remained in his posture of gripping the sword with both hands and hacking down with all his might, his entire body frozen stiff in the air.

No matter how frantically he circulated the soul power within his body, or even pushed the radiance of that hundred-thousand-year soul ring to its limit, he still could not move a single bit.

The surrounding space seemed to have turned into a solid slab of iron, firmly embedding him within it.

Not only that.

Chen Xin could clearly feel that the Heavenly Dao Seven Kill Sword in his hands was emitting a groan of unbearable strain.

The blue-gold light radiating from Tang Xiao was dissolving his sword intent with an incredibly domineering posture.

The shadow of death instantly shrouded Chen Xin's heart.

He had cultivated his entire life in pursuit of a fearless path of the sword.

But at this moment, in the face of this absolute power, he felt the fear of death for the first time.

It was a fear that could not be resisted or escaped, a fear of having to watch helplessly as he was destroyed.

Tang Xiao's expression was calm; he turned his head slightly, his deep eyes sweeping over Chen Xin indifferently.

This glance was extremely calm.

Yet to Chen Xin, it felt like a divine thunderbolt from the nine heavens, striking fiercely into the depths of his soul.

Boom!

Chen Xin felt his mind go blank, and the soul power within his body instantly spiraled out of control, rampaging wildly through his meridians.

His face flushed red in an instant, and he could not help but spew out a mouthful of blood.

With just a single look, this Super Douluo who had just broken through to level ninety-eight was severely wounded.

"Too weak."

Tang Xiao sighed softly.

His voice echoed in the sky, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Then, he slowly raised his right hand and pointed his index finger gently downward.

A glimmer of crystalline blue radiance slipped quietly from his fingertip.

That radiance appeared gentle, yet the moment it left his fingertip, it transformed into a blue-gold curtain of light that blotted out the sky, enveloping the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Rumble!

The earth began to tremble violently.

The moment that seemingly gentle curtain of light touched the ground, it erupted with an unimaginably terrifying pressure.

Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Blood bloomed everywhere throughout the sect.

Countless magnificent pavilions and towers turned into fly ash in this instant.

This was a one-sided destruction.

Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and Ning Fengzhi, as the core targets bearing this power, were in even more unbearable agony.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in Ning Fengzhi's hand shattered at this moment, turning into fragments of seven colors that filled the sky.

The backlash from his broken martial soul turned his face pale as paper in an instant; he collapsed to the ground powerlessly as if struck by a heavy blow, most of the meridians in his body severed.

Gu Rong also vomited blood wildly, the bone armor on his body completely dissolved, his aura weak to the extreme, the flame of his life on the verge of extinguishing at any moment.

As for Chen Xin.

The Heavenly Dao Seven Kill Sword in his hands shattered inch by inch, turning into golden light particles that dissipated into the air.

He plummeted heavily from mid-air, crashing into the ruins with no telling how many of his bones broken.

Blood stained his white hair, making him appear incomparably desolate.