CHAPTER 547: CHAPTER 547: SHATTER

As for the swordsman, he took a deep breath and said, "Why...?"

But the disciples of Shenjian Gate saw these ancient masterpieces, which did not bring Yang Tian any harm. Instead, they allowed Yang Tian to showcase his unyielding strength. Suddenly, they gazed blankly at the sky, their eyes filled with despair!

Because at this moment, it was as if a belief in their hearts had been grasped by Yang Tian and crushed completely.

Death... had they died?

One of the three Great Elders of the Divine Sword Sect—the one known as Lingtian Martial God, Master Ren Jian—has perished in this way?

Looking at Sword King Ren, who died right before his eyes like his predecessors, wielding sharp swords and cold blades. The sword masters trembled all over again.

But this time, it wasn’t due to rage; it was because of fear—an innate, bone-deep fear brought upon them by Yang Tian!

Yang Tian stood before them like a bottomless abyss!

He always seemed like nothing more than an immortal ant, yet Yang Tian displayed an unrivaled strength at the same terrifying level, slashing through Master Li Jian, Elder Leng Jian, and Elder Bai Hong Jian with ease!

Later, people believed Yang Tian must have perished alongside his elder Ren Jian. Under the joint attacks of the two robber-period powerhouses, Yang Tian revealed his full might during those turbulent moments.

Earlier, they thought Yang Tian would be overrun, but Er’he and Master Ren Jian wouldn’t fall. Yet Yang Tian effortlessly subdued them both with but one hand, showcasing immeasurable power!

Such successive encounters brought only one feeling to those wielding swords: that Yang Tian seemed absolutely limitless!

No matter how strong you might think yourself to be, he would always surpass you!

And this strength was not just marginal; it was devastatingly, utterly crushing!

After experiencing this realization, there wasn’t even half a fight left in those wielding swords.

When Yang Tian lowered his head and gazed weakly upon them, they instinctively altered their direction and fled in terror.

At this moment, in their minds, the honor of the Divine Sword Sect, the dignity of its elders, and their identities as tribulation-period powerhouses—everything was forgotten.

In that instant, the swordsmen had one thought in their hearts!

Escape from Yang Tian—far, far away!

He... he fled!

The disciples beneath the Divine Sword Sect saw the swordsman flee, and they nearly collapsed.

But their nightmare seemed not yet over, for at this moment, Yang Tian moved again.

He saw Jesus standing there, hands resting on his shoulders, as he ascended the path to heaven: "Three ways to kill a ghost—the first is to ascend to heaven."

Boom!

In an instant, accompanying Yang Tian’s steps, his form became so powerful, aweing everyone and elevating his aura yet again.

The swordsmen felt this overwhelming presence, and their sanity wavered. They coughed up blood, accelerating their escape in the most tragic form!

However fast they ran, Yang Tian was faster.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Tian appeared before the sword master and struck him with a single punch.

Those on the ground observed the situation unfold, wildly brandishing their long swords with a frenzy, even at the expense of invoking forbidden arts to enhance their swordsmanship’s potency.

But all of it seemed futile in the face of Yang Tian’s fists!

Only the sound of swords shattering, sword light collapsing, and Yang Tian’s fists obliterating them into sprays of blood could be seen!

And thus ends the story!

The once formidable Shenjian Gate, with its five elders, had collapsed—all except Yang Tian, standing tall and proud in this world!

"Two... are they all dead?"

Murong Yan, standing beneath, stared dumbfounded at the scene before her, suddenly hearing the voices of her master, the swords, and the elders—voices that left her completely stunned.

"Master... Master, are you awake?!" Murong Yan cried out in shock.

However, the old swordsman didn’t hear Murong Yan’s words at all; instead, he stared blankly into the sky and muttered to himself, "They... all dead. He... how can he be this strong? Could this... Divine Sword Sect truly perish?"

As those words left his lips, an overwhelming sense of guilt surged in Murong Yan’s heart.

For whether she wanted to or not, Yang Tian had obliterated the Sword Sect, and the current tragedy was entirely fomented by Murong Yan herself!

Before she could speak, the old swordsman spoke again, his madness intensifying: "The Sword Sect cannot die! No matter how strong he is, he must fall eventually!"

"Fall?"

Murong Yan, bewildered by his words, asked, "Master, but at this moment... elders... they’ve all perished. There’s only... you left!"

"Indeed! They’ve all fallen!"

The High Priest Sword gazed deeply at Murong Yan and took a heavy breath: "But we are more than just the elders of the Divine Sword Sect!"

Not just elders?

Murong Yan hadn’t yet had time to ponder when suddenly, from the distant heavens, there came an enraged roar, shaking the firmaments for nine heavens: "Who dares act recklessly within my God Sword Sect?!"

As the voice thundered out, Shenjian Gate’s disciples—who had just seemed like lost souls—immediately lifted their heads, eyes burning anew with hope!

The elder of the Divine Sword Sect’s Long Sword division shouted excitedly: "He emerges from the grand gates! Finally... at long last!"

"No hesitations, only action!"

Watching Ye Wudao, wielding his formidable sword, Yang Tian curled his lips slightly.

But it wasn’t contempt for Ye Wudao—it was something else. It was because Yang Tian saw a significantly familiar feeling emanating from Ye Wudao.

With just a glance, Yang Tian noted Ye Wudao and himself shared the same unwavering Daoist belief, a tenacity toward their principles!

And yet, they were different.

Yang Tian, for one, could never wholly achieve such purity. He worshiped the Dao yet turned his back on friends and family!

This is why Yang Tian would continue to battle, striving ever onward in this world of cultivation!

Yet Ye Wudao was clearly different!

From the moment he stepped forth until the moment he swung his sword.

He saw the corpse of Master Ren Jian, witnessed Yang Tian slaying Master Ren Jian.

Yet Ye Wudao displayed no expression; even Yang Tian couldn’t feel a single ripple within his heart!

The reason Ye Wudao drew his sword wasn’t solely that Yang Tian had offended the Sword Sect God, but more crucially, because Yang Tian had challenged Ye Wudao himself!

That was unacceptable!

This was a man who lived by the philosophy that all must bend to his will—a solitary, all-encompassing man!

Even in Yang Tian’s eyes, Ye Wudao was perhaps more fittingly labeled as a monster, for monsters do nothing but follow their hearts!

Yang Tian pondered deeply, though ultimately, only a second had passed!

As Ye Wudao’s sword light surged toward him, Yang Tian let out a cold snort. Summoning the wicked blade he could wield with a single hand to split heaven, Yang Tian struck back.

Boom!

The collision of sword and blade immediately generated an immensely powerful energy wave, slicing through the surrounding grand structures of the Divine Sword Sect.

Yet neither Yang Tian nor Ye Wudao retreated even half a step.

One strike, and the two were evenly matched!

"Interesting!"

Watching Yang Tian block his sword, Ye Wudao suddenly spoke.

However, neither his expression nor his gaze carried a single ounce of warmth.

Standing beside him, Yun Han Immortal glanced at the shattered remnants of Master Ren Jian’s corpse beneath them and cried out in shock, "What’s going on? Who is he? How could someone like him exist in this world—how is this possible!?"

"He’s dead! No need to make such a fuss."

Before the Immortal Fairy could finish speaking, Ye Wudao’s cold gaze silenced her, his aura like thunder forcing her into submission.

Clearly, as Ye Wudao’s Daoist partner, Yun Han Immortal deeply understood what kind of person Ye Wudao truly was!