With a sea in my heart, even grass and trees are swords!
Yue Xiaofei's gaze remained fixed on Li Jiahao.
It could be sensed that although Li Jiahao's aura was somewhat disordered, his sword heart remained as steady as Bedrock, without the slightest wavering.
He's waiting.
He was waiting for an opportunity.
Or rather, he is creating an opportunity.
On the arena.
Gao Wen's anger grew as he failed to break through Gao's defenses.
I thought that dealing with this piece of trash would only require one sword strike.
Unexpectedly, the opponent was like a slippery eel, with extremely unpredictable movements, always managing to avoid his fatal attacks at the most crucial moments.
Although the opponent looked disheveled, after fighting for so long, they hadn't suffered any real serious damage.
This is an intolerable disgrace for the proud Chief Paladin!
"Enough! You filthy bugs, end this boring farce!"
Gawain suddenly took a step back, pouring his divine aura into the Sword in the Stone in his hand without reservation.
Buzz--!
The giant sword of light emitted a loud hum, and its blade instantly grew to a hundred meters in length, transforming into a blade of Judgment that seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart!
The terrifying pressure caused the entire Divine Island to tremble violently.
"Before absolute power, all skill is futile!"
Gawain gripped the massive sword hilt with both hands, raising it high above his head. His azure eyes were filled with cruelty and fanaticism.
"I'll show you what true divine power is!"
"Divine Punishment - The Sword of Apocalypse!"
With Gawain unleashed his hundred-meter-long giant blade of light, carrying terrifying power capable of cleaving mountains and evaporating oceans, as it cleaved down towards the tiny figure below!
This sword strike sealed off all of Li Jiahao's escape routes.
The space was completely frozen by the terrifying pressure, leaving no way to escape!
"It's over!"
At that moment, countless viewers in the Dragon Kingdom closed their eyes in despair.
Even Han Duoduo and Ning Hongye, who were behind Yue Xiaofei, subconsciously tightened their grip on their weapons.
However, just as that world-destroying lightsaber was about to fall...
Li Jiahao, who had been passively taking hits, suddenly stopped all his dodging movements.
He raised his head and looked at the light of Judgment that was falling down upon him. All the nonchalance and unruliness in his eyes vanished completely at that moment.
Instead, there is an air of aloofness and grandeur that seems capable of swallowing up the stars and dominating the universe.
"Hahaha!"
Li Jiahao smiled.
It was a deep-seated, utter contempt for heaven and earth, for all things, and for all the gods and Buddhas.
He casually tossed the rusty iron sword in his hand onto the ground.
"Well."
He looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh.
"I wanted to interact with you as an ordinary person, but what I got in return was estrangement."
"I'm not pretending anymore, I'm coming clean."
He raised his right hand, his fingers pointing like a sword, towards the sky.
"Who says one cannot be called an immortal without rain?!"
Li Jiahao's voice, though not loud, was like a Thunderclap, exploding deep within everyone's soul!
What kind of aloofness and wildness was that?
It was as if the heavens and earth, the wind and clouds, and all the gods and Buddhas in the sky were nothing more than dust beneath his feet in his eyes!
The moment he finished speaking, something unexpected happened!
There is no wind.
On this desolate, Divine Island shrouded in a divine barrier, there was not a breath of wind.
But everyone could clearly hear the sound of a raging sea, like billions of tons of ocean water churning and roaring wildly between heaven and earth!
Rumble!
That voice came from the void, from the depths of everyone's heart!
There was no rain.
The blazing sun still hung high overhead, and the sky was cloudless and crystal clear.
But above everyone's heads, the azure sky seemed to have been torn open by an invisible yet extremely sharp will, leaving behind a series of huge, crisscrossing cracks!
Through that crack, one could almost see the cold, deathly darkness of the deep universe!
What... what kind of power is this?!
All the spectators, whether the West Clergy or Eastern soldiers, were dumbfounded, their minds blank.
They couldn't comprehend what was happening before their eyes.
This is completely beyond their understanding of the word "power".
This is not energy, not superpower, and certainly not some kind of Divine Art.
This is... intention!
Pure to the extreme, domineering to the extreme -- Sword Intent!
"Within my heart surges a raging torrent; grass, trees, bamboo, and rocks can all become my sword!"
Li Jiahao roared to the sky, his voice filled with a long-suppressed sense of catharsis.
Between the index and middle fingers of his outstretched right hand, a barely perceptible wisp of golden light, a hundred times finer than a strand of hair, flashed and disappeared.
That was the power of his Divine Sequence 009 [Sword Immortal], a power of causality at the conceptual level.
At this moment, his Mountains and Rivers and supreme will propelled him to an unprecedented peak, one that even he himself had never reached before!
On the arena.
For the first time, Gawain's handsome face showed an expression of utter horror; he felt like he had gone mad.
He clearly saw that his "Sword of Apocalypse," a hundred-meter-long blade of Judgment capable of leveling a city, had already struck the top of the opponent's head!
But why...?
I can't feel any energy feedback at all?
It was as if what he had struck was not a physical entity, but a void, an ocean more vast and profound than the universe!
His Divine Power, the light of God he was so proud of, was as insignificant as a speck of dust before that invisible "ocean," and was instantly swallowed up without a trace!
"No... impossible! This is an illusion! It must be Eastern Witchcraft!"
Gawain roared madly, trying to unleash all the Divine Power within him to completely suppress the lightsaber!
However, it was all in vain.
At that moment, Li Jiahao made his move.
There were no earth-shattering actions, and not even any weapons were used.
He simply took a step forward.
step.
At this very moment, time and space seemed to be paused on the entire Divine Island, along with the surrounding sea area within a hundred miles.
The howling sea breeze stopped.
The rolling waves froze.
Gawain's terrified expression froze.
Even the giant sword of light that had descended from the sky stopped in mid-air, less than three inches from Li Jiahao's head.
The whole world seemed to have turned into a still oil painting.
The only one who could move was Li Jiahao.
He raised his eyes, and those once carefree eyes were now filled with a pure, sword-like light that seemed to reflect all things in the world.
He raised his right hand, pointing his fingers like a sword, and gently swung it at the hundred-meter-long giant sword of light before him.
There was no sound.
There was no light.
There were no energy fluctuations.
It was just a casual wave of the hand.
Click.
A faint yet incredibly clear cracking sound rang out in the deathly silent world.
Gawain's Sword in the Stone, made of pure Divine Power, said to be indestructible and unbreakable, the legendary Blade of Judgment...
Starting from the tip of the sword, inch by inch, it crumbled silently like fragile rotten wood, turning into countless golden specks of light that dissipated into the air.