Su Chen's strength had completely exceeded the Sixth Elder's expectations. It was terrifying and he was no match for him. He felt as if he were facing a Ruler, and he was like an ant in front of him. But he knew that he could not continue like this, otherwise he and Huan Yu would die here today!
"Young Master, may I borrow your sword!" The Sixth Elder hardened his heart, his eyes filled with madness, and with a flick of his finger, the Sacred Sword in Huan Yu's hand instantly fell into his grasp.
As soon as he grasped the Sacred Sword, an invisible sword aura spread out, compressing the space and causing it to crack inch by inch, creating a terrifying scene.
"Kill!" The Sixth Elder's eyes flashed with ferocity as he charged straight at Su Chen faster than the speed of sound. His divine power surged forth, dispelling all evil, Yaoyang enveloped the universe like a sun. From within the radiance, countless golden Sword Qi shot out.
Countless Sword Qi tore through the void, their terrifying power enough to destroy a low-level planet. All the spirits stared intently at Su Chen Su Chen, eager to see how he would handle this attack. Surely he couldn't simply block it so easily this time?
"Get out!" Su Chen uttered a single word in a cold voice, the power of which caused the universe to change drastically. Countless Sword Qi were shattered in an instant. The Sixth Elder let out a miserable cry and spat out several mouthfuls of blood. His aura weakened and his face turned deathly pale.
The power of that single word was terrifying. All the spirits present, regardless of who they were, felt their souls being torn apart. The intense pain caused them to scream repeatedly, clutching their heads in agony.
"Ah! My head hurts so much! It hurts so much! It feels like a knife is slowly cutting my soul apart, it hurts!" The spirits' eyes were bloodshot, they rolled on the ground, their cries of agony never ceasing.
"It's just a single word, yet it possesses such power. To say that he isn't True God, I would never believe it even if you beat me to death!" Even Yan Zhang, who possessed the cultivation of Immortal Venerable, looked troubled at this moment, and his soul was still affected.
"This senior is truly terrifying!" Yan Jiang raised her eyes, looking at Su Chen with eyes full of awe and deep fear.
Fortunately, Yan Yuwei was protected by Yan Zhang and was not harmed, though her face was a little pale. Yan Yuwei seemed somewhat dazed, recalling how Su Chen had unintentionally barged into her residence earlier, and how she had even invited him to comment on her playing, only to receive a mere two words in return. "Not bad."
At the time, she was quite angry, after all, no one had ever given her such an evaluation before. Now it seems that "not bad" was already a very high compliment.
Looking at Su Chen, with his exquisitely handsome face and confident yet calm demeanor, Yan Yuwei's heart raced, and her face gradually became hot. But suddenly, she noticed Yan Qingwu behind Su Chen.
Yan Qingwu looked at Su Chen with tenderness in her eyes. Although she hid it well, Yan Yuwei still sensed a trace of affection within her. Her previously restless heart gradually calmed down, and her eyes slowly went from bright to dull.
She knew in her heart that her talent for cultivation was lacking and her future achievements would be limited. She was not worthy of Su Chen at all. Perhaps only the Goddess was worthy of him. After all, the Goddess had inherited the legacy of the Martial God and possessed monstrous talent for cultivation, making her invincible among those in the same realm and rarely having any rivals.
"If only... I were a goddess." Yan Yuwei lowered her head silently, her hands clenched into fists behind her back until her fingertips turned white, her mood somber and her eyes dim.
"Holy crap, he... he's too strong!" Di Tian's face was as pale as paper, his head was buzzing. He never dreamed that Su Chen, whom he had always called brother, was so powerful, completely overturning his understanding.
"So, he really wasn't lying to me. No wonder... no wonder Senior Yan Jiang was so polite to him. It seems he really was beaten up." Di Tian felt bitter. He had been dealt a severe blow, even heavier than the Huan Yu had given him!
"He... he's not human at all!" As for Huan Yu at this moment, she had already wet herself in fear, staring at Su Chen in terror as if she were looking at a monster.
The sixth elder of the Angel Clan suffered even more severe damage to his soul, causing him unbearable pain, his face contorted in agony, and his heart filled with extreme fear. He unleashed his full power, using the Sacred Sword, a power that even Ninth Level Immortal Venerable would take seriously. Yet, it was no match for a single word from Su Chen. He was truly in despair.
Su Chen paid no attention to the Sixth Elder, but instead focused his gaze on the Sacred Sword that had fallen not far away. With a flick of his right hand, the Sacred Sword instantly appeared in front of him.
The Sacred Sword, entirely golden, radiates dazzling brilliance, swirling with the power to purify all things, and is engraved with countless complex and mysterious divine runes.
This is a divine sword, the weapon of the Angel Clan's progenitor. The progenitor died in an accident, leaving behind this divine sword. The sword's power is terrifying, helping the Angel Clan resolve one crisis after another.
Not long ago, the patriarch of the Angel Clan bestowed this divine sword upon Huan Yu, not for any other reason than that Huan Yu was the hope for the rise of the Angel Clan. However, the patriarch of the Angel Clan knew that countless beings coveted this sword, so he sent the Sixth Elder to protect it in secret. However, he probably never dreamed that the Sacred Sword would fall into Su Chen's hands.
Su Chen's gaze swept over the Sacred Sword Sacred Sword, which trembled slightly and then emitted a low hum, as if in fear. Such a divine sword had long since developed sentience.
"This sword is not bad, I'll give it to you." Su Chen turned to Yan Qingwu, handed her the Sacred Sword, smiled slightly, and didn't care at all about the expressions on Huan Yu and the Sixth Elder's faces in the distance.
"This person actually dared to steal the Sacred Sword and even wanted to give it to the goddess of the War Sacred Sword War God Divine Clan. Isn't he afraid of the Angel Clan's revenge?"
"Yes, the Sacred Sword is the foundation of the Angel Clan; they will never let this go."
"You've been watching for so long, haven't you figured it out yet? That man isn't afraid of the Angel Clan at all. Plus, with that ridiculous strength, the Angel Clan wouldn't dare to provoke him even if they had a hundred lives!"
The spirits, having finally recovered, were utterly shocked upon hearing Su Chen's words.
Huan Yu and the Sixth Elder looked extremely grim. Huan Yu, in particular, felt terrified. If the clan found out that the Sacred Sword had been taken by Su Chen because of him, even if his father was the clan leader, he probably wouldn't be able to protect him.
The Sacred Sword is far too important to the Angel Clan. It took his father a great deal of effort to persuade the elders to give it to Huan Yu. The Sacred Sword Sacred Sword was originally intended for Huan Yu to use when he was in mortal danger, but Huan Yu, out of jealousy, revealed it without hesitation. Therefore, even if he manages to return alive this time, the Angel Clan elders will not let him go, including his father!
"It's over, everything is over." Huan Yu's face was ashen, her expression filled with despair, and she had lost all her strength.
Thank you for the gift! Mwah!