Luo Changsheng led the charge toward the Dragon Blood Legion. Seeing they couldn't stop Long Chen, the others also rushed toward the Dragonblood Legion.
"Everyone step back!"
Luo Changsheng shouted, ordering everyone to retreat. His battle blade slashed down from the air, the nine rings trembling, the sound shaking the heavens. Anyone who heard the clash of the rings felt dizzy and unable to concentrate.
Luo Changsheng had already advanced to Divine Venerable. Only now could he truly unleash the power of his divine weapon, slashing fiercely with his long blade and stirring up a surging storm.
"Ssshh!"
At the very moment he struck, a sword aura broke through the waves, aiming straight for Luo Changsheng's face.
"If you lose your opponent, I'll let you lose again."
Luo Changsheng sneered, as if he had long anticipated Yue Zifeng's attack. His strike was merely a bluff, actually meant to lure Yue Zifeng into attacking first, while he waited for the enemy and sought a surprise attack.
"Boom!"
The Nine-Ring War Blade slashed into the sword, causing the rings to tremble violently, waves of energy overlapping, and the void flickering in flickering light. This strike felt as if one were thrown into a temporal and spatial disarray.
"Pfft!"
Luo Changsheng met Yue Zifeng's strike, his whole body trembling violently, blood spurting wildly, and a sharp pain in his soul. He was terrified.
This was his second encounter with Yue Zifeng. He had taken the same move and the same power before, and in that strike, he had outshone Yue Zifeng by a notch.
Now, both he and Yue Zifeng had advanced to Divine Venerable, but Yue Zifeng's strike wounded him. This injury was not external, but a wound to the soul.
He coughed up blood, transforming part of his soul's wounds into physical wounds. Yet even so, he still felt intense pain in his soul, as if countless sharp swords were cutting through his soul.
Luo Changsheng couldn't believe his eyes. Although he had just advanced to Divine Venerable and Yue Zifeng had already stabilized his realm, that wasn't the most important thing. Because Yue Zifeng's strike had nothing to do with cultivation, but rather the crushing power of the sword Dao on him.
He couldn't imagine that someone who had once been defeated by him, who had already been planted with a demon by him, would be reborn and broken through to a realm he could hardly believe.
"Heaven has been merciful to me. You didn't die at the boss's hands, so let me end you with my own hands!" Yue Zifeng held his long sword, formed a sword seal with his left hand, and slashed down at Luo Changsheng.
With a single slash, heaven and earth cracked. This strike covered all heavens and worlds, striking heavens above and cutting down the underworld. The powerful sword intent made all paths bow their heads, forcing heaven and earth to submit.
The moment Yue Zifeng slashed his sword, the long sword in his hand vanished. At that moment, Luo Changsheng's face was filled with terror. This sword strike was unstoppable and unavoidable.
"Boom!" Suddenly,
the golden bone claw above his head rapidly expanded, grabbing him tightly in his palm to protect him. Facing Yue Zifeng's strike, he dared not resist.
"Ss ss..."
Suddenly, a dense explosion erupted. Countless cracks appeared on the golden bone claw, as if billions of sharp blades had slashed at it in an instant, leaving countless wounds on it.
Such a barrage of attacks came from all directions, leaving no dead spot. Fortunately, Luo Changsheng was quick-witted, disregarding his pride and simply hiding like a turtle, saving his life.
It must be said, his Golden Bone Claw was extremely formidable. Despite the countless wounds on his body, none caused fatal injuries, and in fact, those wounds were still slowly healing.
However, inside the Golden Bone Claw, Luo Changsheng was already drenched in cold sweat. If he had tried any other way to block this attack, he would have been torn apart by the blades long ago. On the brink of life and death, even he felt waves of fear.
"Buzz!"
Facing Luo Changsheng's absolute defense, Yue Zifeng did not lose heart. He sheathed his sword, but his hand gripped the hilt tightly, and a fierce and domineering sword intent surged like a volcano.
Even those unfamiliar with swordsmanship knew that Yue Zifeng was preparing a powerful move, and this move was aimed at Luo Changsheng's Golden Bone Claw.
Just as Yue Zifeng was gathering strength, his expression suddenly changed. Without waiting for his strength to be fully charged, he spun around, drew his long sword, and sword energy lashed out like a long whip.
At this moment, a group of prodigies who had just completed their tribulation charged straight at the Dragon Blood Legion. Just as they were about to strike, Yue Zifeng's sword energy slashed down into the galaxy, enveloping them completely.
"Puff puff puff... More
than a dozen prodigies, including their sacred weapons, were shattered by a single sword strike from Yue Zifeng.
"What?"
All the powerful figures present were shocked. Yue Zifeng had always been part of the Dragon Blood Legion but had never made a move, even though people mentioned Yue Zifeng from Long Chen's conversation with Luo Changsheng.
Although they knew Yue Zifeng was strong, they had ultimately lost to Luo Changsheng, so many people didn't take him seriously.
But now, with his move, Yue Zifeng's sword struck heaven and earth, instantly killing more than a dozen monster-level prodigies. Aside from the starry sky warrior who appeared during the tribulation, it seemed that no one in this world could pull this off, right?
But Yue Zifeng slashed with his sword, and the fallen of all the prodigies was a fact they had witnessed with their own eyes. For a moment, everyone was shocked.
"Heavenly Man Mad Slash"
—just as everyone was shocked by Yue Zifeng's terrifying strike, a furious roar rang out. Luo Changsheng, wielding a golden bone claw and wielding a nine-ring battle blade, had already charged in front of Yue Zifeng.
"Boom boom boom... Luo
Changsheng followed the blade, his aura swallowing mountains and rivers, blade shadows flying everywhere, slashing hundreds of times in one breath.
"Zifeng, retreat!"
Seeing this, Guo Ran shouted.
He could see that Luo Changsheng was extremely despicable and cunning. Yue Zifeng had originally planned to kill Luo Changsheng, but to ease the pressure on the Dragon Blood Legion, he shifted his attacks to others.
Luo Changsheng seized the opportunity and launched a fierce attack on Yue Zifeng. His attacks were fierce and relentless, leaving his opponent with no chance to fight back.
His goal was not to kill or injure Yue Zifeng, but to cause him to suffer heavy losses while defending.
Everyone knew that sword cultivators had the best attacks in the world, but their attacks were the least sustained. Especially the attack Yue Zifeng had just launched with his charge—it was meant to sever the golden bone claw, and the toll on him was enormous.
If Yue Zifeng endured another round of such a terrifying attack, even if he didn't collapse, he would have little strength left. At that point, Luo Changsheng would surely take the opportunity to kill him.
"Boom boom boom...
But it was already too late. What Guo Ran could see, Yue Zifeng understood, and Luo Changsheng understood as well. His attack was precisely calculated, leaving no chance for Yue Zifeng to retreat.
"You'd better worry about yourselves!"
"Buzz!"
At that moment, a white bone warhorse pulled a bronze chariot and roared toward the Dragonblood Legion.