Million Flying Swords make a high tower.
Chen Xia stands at the top of the high tower, a faint smile on his face. With a flick of his finger, a flying sword hovers by his side.
Below, everyone's eyes widen in great shock, some even rendered speechless by fear, partly because of Chen Xia, and partly because of the million flying swords tower.
They have never seen so many flying swords in their life.
Not even a Saint Sword Cultivator has this many flying swords!
Qin Guan looks at Chen Xia, his body trembling, as if some painful memories surface in his mind. He is even more afraid, bowing his head not daring to look at Chen Xia.
No one in the crowd dares to look straight at Chen Xia. All bow their heads, eyes fixed on the ground.
"If no one comments, I'll just take someone away." Chen Xia mutters. With a turn of the flying swords, he is about to take Zhen Hu away.
Bai Jie stands not far away, watching with joy on her face. But she soon freezes.
Because the flying swords in the sky have stopped and fail to get close to Zhen Hu.
"For the matter at Triumphant Mountain, it's better if Your Excellency does not get too involved." An unhurried voice sounds, accompanied by ripples in the void. A cultivator in bright red robe emerges from within.
"You are?" Chen Xia narrows his eyes slightly, flicks his finger to call the flying swords back, hovering by his side again.
"Just a nameless nobody at the fifth layer of the Heaven Mending Realm from Triumphant Mountain."
The cultivator in red robe smiles faintly. Raising his hand, the wide red sleeve slides down, revealing a palm that looks like dead wood, with pulsing veins that seem to contain surging blood.
"Fine, I'll get involved anyway." Chen Xia replies.
The cultivator in red robe frowns, then relaxes his brows again, smiling. He shakes his head, "Since you insist, then we from Triumphant Mountain have no choice."
Chen Xia does not reply.
Because the void around him moves.
The void trembles, as if struck by something. Lurid red mist gushes out from within.
Chen Xia's ears twitch.
The sound of wind!
He swiftly turns his head to find the cultivator in red robe somehow appearing behind him. The deadwood-like palm grabs at his head with immense killing intent!
The million flying swords instantly cry out in resonance. Sword intent erupts like a pillar of light piercing the heavens.
The sword intent sweeps aside the lurid red mist around him, blocking the grabbing palm of the cultivator in red robe.
In a flash, Chen Xia turns around, a bronze sword already in his hand, slashing at the head of the cultivator in red robe. The sword intent elongates like moonlight!
As the sword falls,
gale force winds violently burst forth, expelling spiritual energy several miles away.
Chen Xia stands firmly holding his sword. At the sword tip, there is a trace of blood, but not much.
The silhouette of the cultivator in red robe appears in the distance, a small cut on his cheek. His eyes fixed intensely upon the flying sword, he nods,
"An extremely fine flying sword. I didn't expect you to be not only a grandmaster of alchemy, but also a formidable sword cultivator."
"I'm not a sword cultivator," Chen Xia shakes his head. "I just happen to have more flying swords."
By more, he means three million flying swords.
The cultivator in red robe does not speak. His eyes dart towards the horizon for a moment before turning back to look straight at Chen Xia. Both hands stretched out, the deadwood-like fingers reveal arms that are completely skeletal.
With a slight shudder of his shoulders, he sheds the entire red robe, exposing an exceptionally slender figure. Then he addresses Chen Xia,
"Qin Jia, Grave Keeper of Triumphant Mountain."
This is his self-introduction, signaling that Qin Jia will get serious, unleashing the full might of a cultivator at the fifth layer of the Heaven Mending Realm. Just his aura alone collapses the surrounding space, exposing the jet-black void.
Chen Xia exhales. His body begins to glow with fuzzy pale colors that swirl around rather than condense solidly.
Bang!
A loud noise erupts as the ground below Qin Jia's feet shatters. His figure instantly appears before Chen Xia, fiercely swinging a punch devoid of any technique, just like a street brawl.
Chen Xia mobilizes his flying swords to block before him. The punch lands heavily on the swords with a clanging sound, its power at the fifth layer of the Heaven Mending Realm shaking Chen Xia's arm.
This is the first blow, a warm-up attack.
The second blow swiftly follows as Qin Jia's five fingers hook like talons. Covered in rich lurid red mist, they directly penetrate the void's constraints to land on Chen Xia's chest.
"Shatter!" Qin Jia roars.
Chen Xia's body abruptly flies back several miles, smashing into the ground and plowing a long ravine before abruptly stopping halfway.
He has planted a foot to brake his momentum and flips up to his feet. The pale colors on his body grow increasingly richer, seemingly to cover his whole body soon.
Qin Jia's slender figure remains stationary without further action, his gaze fixed intensely upon Chen Xia. After a while, he asks,
"The seventh layer of the Tumbling Sea Realm?!"
Chen Xia nods, his expression tranquil, "That will do."
Qin Jia's frown deepens. "Crossing seven small realms, an entire great realm, to contend against me?"
How is this possible?!
Qin Jia has never heard of such a thing. Even the most outstanding talents can at most cross two or three small realms. That is already considered extremely amazing.
How can there be someone crossing seven small realms and one great realm to fight?!
This is not a child beating an adult. This is an embryo beating an adult!
Chen Xia waves a hand. The pale colors have covered his entire body. He stretches out a hand, his tone still tranquil, "Realms are unimportant. Battle power is what matters."
This hand suddenly pulls inwards. He chants softly,
"Ignite Blood."
His blood instantly boils and seethes. The Celestial Dragon Imprint rapidly increases his battle power, instantly rising by five layers.
Chen Xia simply stands there. Suddenly, snow white wings unfold behind his back, like those of a colossal devil that could eclipse the very sun just with their span.
The million flying swords abruptly rise, steadily gathering by his side. Sword intent coalesces atop the bronze sword, forcibly raising the sword's grade by half a grade.
Chen Xia lifts the bronze sword, its tip aimed at the firmament. The firmament itself starts trembling. His tone remains tranquil as he states,
"Cultivator of the fifth layer of the Heaven Mending Realm, care to try taking this sword strike of mine?"
Qin Jia stares hard, feeling tremendous pressure bearing down upon him. His hands abruptly seal in incantation as he roars loudly,
"Blood Rain!"
Behind him, the sky and earth swiftly turn gloomy. Pattering blood rain emerges from nowhere, exuding thick killing intent as it falls between heaven and earth, forming a grand imprint.
"Unleash."
Chen Xia's sword-wielding arm shakes. With tranquil finality, his sword slashes down violently as countless sword intents erupt, venting towards heaven and earth.
In the wake of this strike,
the blood rain is no more.
The clear azure sky emerges!
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