The bronze sword revealed only the tip of its blade, yet the sword light it emitted filled half the sky.
Even the crimson moonlight in the Reincarnation Extremity was suppressed by the sword light.
The bronze sword in Chen Xia's hand was still slowly unfolding.
Qiong Qi's arrogant expression froze slightly as he reached out and grabbed his own clothes, ripping open the golden yellow robe on his chest and unleashing a dazzling golden glow.
This was his hidden treasure, the Golden Cicada Spirit Robe.
It was also a treasure he had seized, considered one of the finer spirit robes among artifacts, with the wonderful effects of nurturing qi and blood and absorbing spiritual energy when worn daily.
When using mystic arts, the spirit robe had to be torn open to summon the embodiment of a golden deity. If the embodiment was complete, one would become immune to all harm, transformed into a golden god on earth.
However, Qiong Qi's inverse sea realm cultivation was not enough to support a complete embodiment. His soul and body could not withstand it, so he could only achieve fifty percent, strengthening himself by half.
His whole body glowed with gold as he heavily patted his chest and laughed arrogantly.
"Come, let me see if your Three Hundred Thousand is really as formidable as rumored! Haha, I actually hope your flying sword is more formidable!"
Saying this, Qiong Qi's already exaggerated grin grew even wider, laughing in an almost inhuman manner, his face twisted with mad delight.
"Quick, come chop me, let me see how powerful you are! I want your flying sword, it's mine, all mine!"
He seemed to have lost his mind, drool dripping from the corners of his gaping mouth as his pupils dilated, a visible greed on his face.
Chen Xia was very concerned about his mental state and decided to give him a sword strike.
The bronze sword fully emerged in his hand, the sword tip flickering with brimming sword light that extended all the way to the hilt.
The flying sword was not long and still covered in mottled rust.
But this was the strongest semi-immortal sword in Chen Xia's body.
He steadily gripped the sword, sword intent reverberating, surging into his arm, shattering his meridians. Trickles of blood seeped out from his pores like a light rain, dripping onto the ground.
Chen Xia did not loosen his grip, his expression calm as he looked at the deranged Qiong Qi and said,
"I rarely kill people."
The corners of his mouth suddenly curled up in a faint smile, not as arrogant as Qiong Qi, but with calm confidence, as if it was only natural to continue,
"But you will die by my hand."
He tightened his grip on the sword.
The crimson moon in the sky reflected the brilliant glow of the sword.
The world turned white.
Qiong Qi's pupils instantly contracted as his hands, glowing with boundless golden light, grabbed to both sides simultaneously, shielding himself.
At this moment, he had just prepared his defenses, without even having time to strengthen them further or sense anything with his divine awareness.
There was not even any sound, light, or wind.
He had not even blinked, but an impossibly fast figure in green robes seemed to be pulled from thousands of meters away to right in front of him.
And in the hands of the green-robed figure, slashing towards him, was a pure white...bronze sword!
Too fast.
Qiong Qi had no time to react, the thoughts in his mind not even formed yet when he was struck squarely by the sword.
Boundless sword light exploded, filling the entire Reincarnation Extremity. The pure white sword light replaced all color, suppressing the protective divine light and embodied golden deity of Qiong Qi.
Chen Xia gritted his teeth, his hand clutching the bronze sword already bloody, yet he did not loosen his grip. Instead, he clenched even tighter, exerting even more force.
It was as if he grasped the entirety of heaven and earth. The pure white sword light condensed in an instant before completely reversing direction downwards.
This strike was not over yet.
Chen Xia grit his teeth tightly, sword light almost spilling out of his eyes.
He did not understand the sword, nor had he ever learned it. Whether in the small realm or the Sword Sea of the Vast Heavens, Chen Xia had never formally learned the sword, not for a single day.
But he could use it.
The sword relied on talent. Diligence was useful, but limited.
Chen Xia's talent was probably quite good. Whether enlightening the Dao or practicing the sword, he only lacked a little in cultivation, his progress slower than others.
Perhaps even without the points system, he could still have become a decent cultivator.
Who knew?
Chen Xia's thoughts drifted for a moment before he snapped back to the present, his vision filled entirely by sword light.
He unleashed the second half of the strike.
The pure, refined sword light could no longer be contained within heaven and earth. It directly tore apart the Reincarnation Extremity and shot through the cracks outwards violently.
The Reincarnation Extremity was torn open, yet the torrent of refined sword light did not slow, continuing to wreak havoc within a radius of thousands of meters.
The surrounding cultivators watching had no idea what had just happened, but seeing the intense sword light, none dared approach, retreating further to avoid being affected.
After thirty breaths, the sword light finally began to weaken.
The spectators could not help but suck in a breath, looks of shock on their faces.
"That sword light must have been slashed out by Chen Xia. Too freaking terrifying. A peak of the Mountain Moving realm capable of unleashing this? Damn, I'm also peak Mountain Moving realm! How come I can't do the same!"
This elder was doubting life now, feeling that after cultivating painstakingly for most of his life, he was now like a joke in front of Chen Xia.
A truly unfunny joke.
"People differ as heaven and earth. Don't compare yourself to this freak. Just honestly be yourself."
Another elder nearby had long seen through worldly matters and consoled him with a few words, though he still could not help sighing and mocking,
"But it really is too f*cking fierce. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'd never believe this is from someone at the Mountain Moving realm."
The feelings of the other people present grew even more complicated.
The sword light slowly faded, returning to heaven and earth. The fact that it could linger for so long already made it an overbearing sword light. Many Mountain Moving realm sword cultivators could not unleash such intense sword light with a strike.
Yet Chen Xia had not slashed out a single beam of sword light. He had directly filled the sky with it.
Thinking of this, both sword cultivators and non-sword cultivators fell silent.
As the sword light completely dissipated, the first figure revealed was Qiong Qi.
He lay in a deep pit, his whole body covered in blood, still gasping for breath as his pupils quivered madly, staring straight ahead.
"You didn't slice me to death, not killing me means I win! Hahaha!"
Qiong Qi staggered up from the pit, using spiritual energy to seal his wounds as he cackled madly, while shouting,
"That strike was trading injury for injury. If you can't kill with one blow, you'll have to die. You must be heavily injured now, right? But you're just at the Mountain Moving realm, how could your endurance compare to my inverse sea realm physique!"
"You can barely stand now, right? You're about to collapse, probably can't even grip your sword anymore. Hahaha!"
Blood dripped from the corner of Qiong Qi's grinning mouth which he casually wiped away without care, his face filled with mad delight and arrogance.
Where the sword light finally faded.
The green-robed, sword-wielding figure emerged, clutching a blood-stained bronze sword. Blood extended all the way up his arm.
His tattered sleeve was drenched in thickened blood, still dripping down.
Chen Xia raised his pale eyes, his expression tranquil as he smiled and replied,
"You guess."
The bloodstains on the bronze sword vanished in an instant as sword light erupted once more!