"Brother, you…"
Ye Ziling looked at Ye Chen who was walking over and bit her lips lightly. Her eyes were in a daze.
This scene reminded her of the past. Before she entered the Purple Cloud Sect, she met a ferocious wild dog outside. Ye Chen held a wooden stick and stood in front of her.
However, this scene only lasted for a moment.
After regaining her senses, she couldn't help but step forward and say,""Brother, quickly go to the back. This is not something you can help with.”
However…
She had just stepped forward to pull Ye Chen back when Ye Chen reached out and patted her head. He smiled at her and said,"You can stay behind."
"Humph!"
Looking at Ye Chen and Ye Ziling, the Netherworld Saint Son could not help but snort coldly. A hint of displeasure flashed across his eyes as he said,""You are pursuing the Immortal Dao, yet you are still so concerned about a mortal blood relative? No wonder you are so far away from breaking through the Heaven Barrier despite being of similar age to me.”
"Forget it, let me help you cut off this mortal fate!”
As soon as he finished speaking.
The Netherworld Saint Son took a step forward, raised his palm, and slashed at the air in Ye Chen's direction. A dark light surged out in an instant, turning into a half-moon-shaped Netherworld Light Blade that was thirty feet long, intending to slash Ye Chen right on the spot.
"No!"
Ye Ziling cried out in surprise, and hurriedly activated her power. She raised her sword, wanting to step forward and block this attack for Ye Chen.
However, at this moment, Ye Chen reached out and gently patted her shoulder. This time, it was as if some kind of power was transmitted over, causing her to stop on the spot.
Immediately after, Ye Chen looked at the incoming thirty feet long Nether Blade and casually raised his hand. He placed it horizontally in front of his body and flicked his finger in the air.
In the blink of an eye.
The sword light broke through the nine heavens!
The mortal world had been floating for thirty years, and when he looked back, he was already an immortal!
Whoosh!
The boundless sword radiance was as vast as the Milky Way, flowing through the nine heavens. The sharp sword intent seemed to make the entire world lose its color, and the clear sky was dimmed.
The thirty-foot-long Nether Blade was crushed into dust by the sword light like sand on the roadside.
The sword light descended from the sky and slashed toward the Netherworld Saint Son!
“……”
Ye Ziling was dumbstruck.
Sage Zi Yun, Yu Cheng, Zhang Mingxuan, and many other Sect Elders of the Purple Cloud Sect were also frozen in place. They were all stunned as they looked at the towering sword light.
Xu Qinghua, Zhang Hai, and many other inner sect disciples, including the sect deacons, all felt their minds go blank. For a moment, they felt as if they were in a dream and lost their ability to think.
Ye Chen?
No, who was he!
"Perfected Swordsman!"
The Netherworld's Saint Son's pupils constricted. He looked at the Heaven-toppling Sword Radiance and could not help but let out a strange cry. He felt the danger of death filling his heart.
He had miscalculated!
Ye Ziling's elder brother was not a mortal. He was clearly a Perfected Swordsman, and not just any Perfected Swordsman. This level of heavenly might was probably at least in the Canopy Realm!
A sword cultivator in the Canopy Realm was treated with respect even in the Nether Realm. He was a true big shot who stood at the top of a region. Even the Netherworld Saint had to respect him!
This was because Perfected Sword Cultivators were the most terrifying. A Perfected Sword Cultivator in the Canopy Realm was even more terrifying than a Perfected Dan Tribulation in the first three tribulations!
"Fellow Daoist, please show mercy!"
The black-robed Daoist's pupils constricted as he could not help but exclaim.
The Netherworld Saint Son looked up at the heaven-toppling sword and felt the killing intent on it. His eyes were filled with horror. Without any hesitation, he quickly threw out a talisman.
It was refined by the Perfected Lord Patriarch of the Netherworld Holy Land.
It could block an attack from the Canopy Immortal!
Buzz!
The Nether Spirit Talisman was activated and turned into a curtain of dim light. It vaguely interweaved with an aura that far surpassed that of a Perfected Being and belonged to a Nascent Soul.
The sword light slashed down and collided with the curtain. In an instant, the entire curtain was covered in a dim light, and the void between heaven and earth seemed to tremble!
Kacha! Kacha!
The dim light seemed to have barely resisted the sword light's attack, but it was only like a piece of dough. After being squeezed, it showed signs of being unable to withstand it. Inch by inch, cracks appeared and spread in all directions.
The boundless sword light shook the void and released a glass-like multicolored light. It was like an immortal slashing the mortal world with his sword. It pressed down inch by inch and shattered the broken Nether Spirit Talisman inch by inch.
"Freeze!"
The black-robed master's expression changed drastically. Without any hesitation, he took out his magic treasure. A three-foot-wide black seal that was glowing with a dim light floated in the air and flew to the Netherworld Saint Son's head. It bloomed with a glazed light as it tried to block Ye Chen's sword attack.
However, Ye Chen's expression did not change. He only took a step forward, and like a vast heaven's might, his sword light descended, cutting into that black seal.
The black-robed Daoist's face turned pale.
The sword light showed no mercy and continued to slash down. It cut the black seal in half like a piece of rotten wood and slashed at the Netherworld Saint Child!
Puff!
The black-robed Daoist coughed out blood as his life-bound magic treasure was destroyed. His aura instantly weakened as he took a few steps back, his face filled with shock.
Seeing this, the Netherworld Saint Son's pupils constricted violently. He cried out in horror,""I'm the Netherworld Saint Child, and my ancestor is the Netherworld Perfected Lord. You can't kill me!”
"So what?"
" Those who bully the purple spirit will die!"
Ye Chen's eyes were cold, and he did not pause at all.
The Heaven-toppling Sword Radiance flashed past and fell from the Netherworld Saint Son's head, splitting his rapidly condensing illusory core into two halves from the center. Even his body was cut into two!
The Netherworld Saint Son's expression froze, and there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
Ye Chen really dared to kill him!
I shouldn't have provoked these Swordsmen. They're all lunatics…The last trace of regret flashed through his mind. Then, his consciousness fell into darkness, and his soul and body collapsed.
The ten thousand feet long sword light did not stop. It slashed down on the ground, causing an extremely neat black thread to appear on the ground. It stretched to the end of one's sight, and then it split apart.
He looked forward along where Ye Chen was standing.
It could be seen that the entire ground had been split into a pitch-black abyss under his sword. It extended to the end of 10,000 feet and was unknown how deep it was!
In the entire Purple Cloud Sect…
There was silence.
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