The Bronze Sword was a bona fide demigod sword. Although it was still a far cry from the Immortal Swords, it was truly the most powerful killing weapon under the Immortal Swords.
In addition, with nine top-grade Dao swords protecting it, its sword energy and killing intent grew even stronger.
The Gentleman in White stood to the side. He was also an experienced sword cultivator, so naturally he understood what these nine flying swords represented.
It meant that Chen Xia had ten life-bound flying swords!
And the leading Bronze Sword was clearly of an extremely high grade. Just looking at it gave the Gentleman in White a sense of sharpness.
A peerless killing weapon.
The other nine flying swords were also extraordinary, visibly rolling with sword intent. Their grades were even higher than his own life-bound flying sword.
And Chen Xia actually had nine of such flying swords!
The Gentleman in White really could not accept this. He gave himself a hard slap on the face. People really die from comparing themselves to others, and goods really get lost from comparing to other goods!
Chen Xia stood on top of the Small Star Dust, extending one hand and pointing forward with two fingers. He said softly,
"Clear the way."
The ten flying swords instantly shot forward twenty miles to clear the path!
Chen Xia followed closely behind the flying swords, heading towards the central area pointed out by the Gentleman in White.
Among the stars in this galaxy, some ranked cultivators condensed their divine sense, carefully observing the ten flying swords clearing the way. After much apprehension, they did not make a move.
Thus, Chen Xia and his two companions travelled smoothly for a hundred miles, unobstructed.
Until the 150th mile.
A figure blocked the path of the ten flying swords and laughed lightly,
"Reckless and unbridled actions. Your ten flying swords cannot enter the circle of the top 500. You don't have the qualifications. Go to the position suited for you!"
The Gentleman in White frowned and said anxiously, "It's Zhi Hu, ranked 307 on the Earth Ranking."
"You recognize him?" Chen Xia asked.
"I've carefully looked through all the cultivators on the Heaven, Earth and Humanity Rankings, and remember them all," the Gentleman in White replied. Then he added,
"This Zhi Hu has a noble and pure lineage. He values hierarchy and lineage the most. We should retreat first. We can negotiate again. There's no need to fight desperately and hurt each other. "
In the Gentleman in White's eyes, Chen Xia's ten flying swords were still weaker than Zhi Hu.
"Or...let's retreat for now?" Ma Xiaohong poked half her head out from behind Chen Xia and suggested as well.
She was always ready to surrender.
Chen Xia glanced at them and said, "You know how to retreat to avoid battle. I don't."
Ma Xiaohong blinked her bright eyes, momentarily at a loss for words. She quickly made up with an awkward laugh,
"I'll... heal your injuries."
The Gentleman in White was taken aback. His eyes darted around and he copied Ma Xiaohong's smile, "I'll heal your injuries too."
"Scram," Chen Xia spat out lightly. His footsteps had already carried him forward. He faced Zhi Hu amidst the river of stars and frowned,
"This Dead Sea Star River was originally an ownerless place. How did all these obstructionists appear?"
Zhi Hu sneered contemptuously. His eyes flashed with crimson divine light, and a vague image of a ten-thousand-zhang tiger loomed behind him. The star river quivered as he stirred up the spiritual energy within a hundred miles.
The Gentleman in White frowned again and quickly retreated behind Ma Xiaohong.
If a fight broke out, he would surely flee!
That was what he thought.
The battle up ahead quickly unfolded. The ten flying swords fought intensely with the image of the ten-thousand-zhang tiger. Spectating cultivators arrived in succession, purely to watch the commotion. No one wanted to intervene.
Zhi Hu was quite powerful, with cultivation at the ninth heaven of the Heaven Mending Realm. As an outstanding genius, his fighting skills were also plentiful. For a time, he fought evenly against the ten flying swords.
But the more he fought, the more he felt something was off. It seemed like he wasn't fighting Chen Xia at all, just simply fighting these ten flying swords.
How strange.
Indeed, Chen Xia had not moved at all. He just stood not far away, appearing to be controlling the flying swords.
In fact, the flying swords were fighting automatically.
Chen Xia was only observing Zhi Hu, waiting for the flying swords to drain some of his energy before taking him out in one strike - the most effortless method.
He had to conserve his strength. After all, judging by the circumstances, it looked like he would have to kill his way in. To truly clear the path with his flying swords.
He might even have to fight some god realm divine sons or celestial realm young celestials later. He'd better save up some energy!
After about half a hour.
Signs of fatigue were already showing on Zhi Hu. Although he had suppressed the ten flying swords during the battle, he had really only suppressed the ten flying swords. He had no interaction with Chen Xia at all.
He exhaled a breath of spiritual energy, intending to bypass the flying swords and strike directly at Chen Xia.
Right at this moment, right at this breath.
Chen Xia's figure flashed to his side, holding the Bronze Sword which crackled with rolling dark purple celestial thunder.
With just a casual swing of the sword, no different from countless previous strikes.
A huge wound split open on Zhi Hu's chest as blood sprayed out. The image of the ten-thousand-zhang tiger instantly shattered and disappeared. His body fell into the dead sea below, caught by cultivators from the same realm just in time.
The Gentleman in White gaped, unable to comprehend the fight. He also lacked culture, only able to blurt out the word "Awesome!"
The spectating cultivators had different reactions, mostly surprise, and were contemplating one question.
Could this be considered an instant kill?
If it was truly an instant kill between cultivators, it would mean a massive disparity in strength, like a father fighting his three-year-old son - simply crushing domination.
Some felt it was an instant kill, since only the ten flying swords had tangled with Zhi Hu earlier.
Others didn't think it counted as the flying swords had drained too much of Zhi Hu's energy.
Everyone had their own opinion.
But it was undeniable that this was a crushing battle.
Maybe not exaggerating to the extent of a father beating his three-year-old son, but at least like beating a six-year-old.
Chen Xia held the Bronze Sword, facing the crowd. His expression was calm as he spoke,
"If anyone else wants to obstruct the path, come at me one by one."
He was challenging all the cultivators alone.
The Gentleman in White was stunned for a moment behind him. The shocks he received today were really too much. He didn't even know how to be shocked anymore.
They were all top geniuses, so naturally they harbored competitiveness and dissatisfaction.
Soon, a cultivator stepped forward and simply said,
"Earth Ranking 170. Requesting a fight."
"Fine."
Chen Xia nodded.
Two hundred miles deeper inside.
Between the massive dead stars occupied by the Immortal Realm.
Xu Zhen, who was meditating quietly, suddenly felt her heart and soul shake. Her pretty eyebrows bunched up in a frown as she directly stood up. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced for a long time.
A feeling absent for eight thousand years.
Very similar, extremely similar.
She turned her head around in confusion, gazing towards the direction behind her.
Could it really be?
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