Asura King, Fallen!

Looking back to that year, Shen Yun had slain Shangguan Dongjun in a battle of life and death, his state of mind suddenly opening and running clear, and created this move of the Azure Cloud Sword Art.

Its meaning was taken from "the azure clouds do not fall, but rise straight to the nine heavens," fully revealing an air of solitary pride and keen advance.

Now times had changed and the world had shifted. He had trodden across ten thousand rivers and a thousand mountains, and already stood at the absolute summit of the human world. The youthful spirit of that former boy who soared beyond the clouds had long since settled and been refined, turning into a calm as vast as the open sea and boundless sky.

At this moment, when his sword slashed out, it had already reached the end of the Sword Heart Realm. The height of its realm even surpassed the Lone Swan Sword Immortal of former days.

Where the sword light pointed, gods and devils gave way, and ten thousand arts became empty—

It came like thunder gathering its shaken fury, and ceased like rivers and seas condensing pure light.

That Myriad Souls Soldier Purgatory, whose momentum swallowed the heavens, before this ultimate edge, was actually sliced open layer by layer as if it were made of paper.

Countless souls did not even have time to struggle before they were reduced to flying ash and scattered smoke within the sword light, completely falling into the nine springs.

The Seven Kill Blade Emperor abruptly raised his head, both hands gripping the Primordial Divine Blade tight as he braced it horizontally above him, bursting out with the last unyielding blade radiance, meeting this sword that surpassed space and time head-on—

Yet wherever the sword light passed, the