CHAPTER 508: CHAPTER 400 THE SWORD BODY ACHIEVES 7TH STAGE MARTIAL SAINT

The Sword Tao marks were like a sea, brazenly occupying the heavens and earth, so omnipresent that nothing else could be discerned except for the leaping forms of the five Water Blue Sword Dragons. Unforgiving and ferocious, they pierced the barriers of the Green Heaven even from a great distance.

In the midst of the battlefield, which resembled a sea of blood, the Sect Saints desperately held their ground. Though they did not cry out for mercy, they were unable to advance or retreat.

"AH—"

The Jade Flute Fairy, one of the Trio of Enchanting Beauties and renowned as one of the most beautiful women in the Sect Alliance whose flute music aided cultivation, could only let out a cry of pain beneath the assault of the Water Blue Sword Dragons before she vanished from the mortal world. Her Holy Artifact, the Jade Flute, was then devoured by Hong Yuan.

Taoist Minghuo, standing nearby, felt his vision go black. She was his Dao companion, cherished day and night, and now she had perished in such a manner. However, his heartache was short-lived, for in the next moment, he too met his end. He followed the Jade Flute Fairy to the Gate of Life and Death, his halberd Holy Artifact also swallowed by the Heavenly River Sword.

This Divine Power was overwhelmingly fierce, directly felling six Saints of the same tier.

"Demon, demon..."

The twenty-odd remaining Saints of the Sect Alliance trembled, staring at Hong Yuan in disbelief, too agitated to speak coherently. Every Sect Martial Saint who carried a Holy Artifact into this battle was the elite of the elite. Their annihilation meant incalculable losses to their respective families and Sects. A wave of sorrow began to spread among the Sect’s Martial Saints.

"Everyone, run! I’ll cover the rear!" Baixiang Xuanjiang gritted his teeth, his body shaking as he faced Hong Yuan with the Platinum Calabash hovering overhead. Now, Baixiang Xuanjiang was the only Martial Saint from the Sect Alliance still possessing a Holy Artifact on the battlefield. Bo Qing won’t spare me,

Baixiang Xuanjiang thought, convinced. He prepared to sacrifice himself to create a path of survival for the others.

"Bo Qing, don’t let them get away!" a voice cried from the Daxuan Martial Saint camp.

"Damn it, damn it! Bo Qing, what are you doing?!" Two royal Martial Saints from the camp, watching the Sect’s Martial Saints flee while Bo Qing remained motionless, couldn’t help but berate him.

THUD, THUD—

Wooden Phoenix Marquis and Misty Moon Marquis exchanged glances, sensing trouble. Even Lang Daohou, who had been reprimanded before, felt his heart sink.

"Who are you to tell me what to do?" Hong Yuan snorted coldly. With a swift move, Hong Yuan charged straight toward the two outspoken royal Martial Saints. The Heavenly River Sword flashed, and the two suffered severe injuries, falling like meteors down to the mortal realm.

His killing intent ignited, Hong Yuan showed no signs of stopping. He turned his attention, coldly eyeing the group of Daxuan Martial Saints. A slight smile touched his lips. "Those who surrender their Holy Artifacts shall live!"

In that moment, Hong Yuan forcibly inflicted upon the Daxuan royal Martial Saints the same anguish the Sect Alliance’s Martial Saints had felt.

"The seventh..."

"The eighth..."

"..."

"The eleventh..."

The Heavenly River Sword emitted continuous swallowing sounds as numerous Holy Artifacts vanished from the world. Stream after stream of extremely pure Spiritual Nature fed back from the Heavenly River Sword, strengthening the Immortal Aperture Origin of the Heavenly River Blessed Land. Hong Yuan drew closer and closer to the realm of a seventh-tier Sword Saint. Once he had fully digested it all, he would undoubtedly ascend to become a seventh-tier Sword Saint.

"Bo Qing!" Baixiang Xuanjiang gave Bo Qing a long, hard look, then turned and fled without looking back. No one could have expected that Bo Qing, who had been saved by the Daxuan Dynasty, would turn against the Daxuan Martial Saints, even seizing their Holy Artifacts. Such behavior was utterly despicable!

"Marquis of Dragon Sword, don’t go down the wrong path!" Misty Moon Marquis cried out, his voice laced with grief. But when the connection to his Moon-binding Rope was severed, he went completely mad. Like Lang Daohou, he burned with a hatred so intense he wished to devour Hong Yuan alive.

Suddenly, Hong Yuan’s sword-like eyes shifted, his expression turning solemn as he observed the distant firmament.

「In the far-off heavens.」

Breaking Army Sword Saint Li Ziyang advanced, sword in hand. He strode forward and flicked the Sword Body with his finger, producing a clear, resonating ring. His Sword Qi created thousands of illusions, piercingly cold to the bone. Sword Light shot toward the sky, and in an instant, it destroyed the "domain" Hong Yuan had deliberately created.

A true seventh-tier Sword Saint! This newcomer did not bring good tidings.

Seventh-tier... It seems I must run, Hong Yuan thought, letting out a heavy breath. He had minimized the destruction as much as possible, yet he had still alerted a seventh-tier Martial Saint. Moreover, Hong Yuan was absolutely certain that those eighth-tier old monsters were also watching this place closely, ready to strike at him at any moment.

CLANG—

Without a word, Breaking Army Sword Saint Li Ziyang opened his divine eyes and activated the seventh-tier Breaking Army Holy Sword. His expression cold, he struck a fatal blow without hesitation. With a single swing of the sword, chilling light assailed them. Fierce Sword Qi flooded the area like the Milky Way as he unleashed five devastating strikes with indifferent precision.

The five Water Blue Sword Dragons held on for a moment longer, but ultimately, they were overpowered and dissipated into blue light.

Seeing this, Misty Moon Marquis, Wooden Phoenix Marquis, Lang Daohou, Marquess Flame Sun, and the other Daxuan Saints paled, their fleeing speed increasing once more. In the Saint Realm, each tier was an entirely different world. Unless one was a peerless, once-in-an-era individual with the potential of a Great Emperor, there was no chance of contending against higher-tier beings. Not to mention, the Breaking Army Sword Saint before them wielded the Breaking Army Holy Sword, his aura robust, his Immortal Nuance overflowing!

The Water Dragon Chant still falls short, but how will he break my Reversed River Dream Robe? Hong Yuan mused calmly. He did not retreat; instead, he actively engaged the Breaking Army Sword Saint. He could feel that as the battle with the Breaking Army Sword Saint intensified, the Heavenly River Sword’s speed of digesting the Spiritual Nature from the various Holy Artifacts increased even further.