Beside him, the three scruffy old men merely watched, feeling their bodies about to burst, their blood boiling!

"Cut."

From the World-Honored One Buddha bathed in Buddha’s light, reclining against the Bodhi tree, transforming into an ancient Daoist surrounded by swirling Clouds and swaying thirty-six colored rays,

Zhang Fusheng exclaimed at this moment, and the Pangu Banner in his hand also at this moment, emitted sword light!

Threads of Heaven-Opening Sword Qi Chaotic Sword Light converged together,

forming a surging river, charging brutally towards the Taiji Hall in the most primal, ferocious manner!

’Dong!!!’

It was like the simultaneous ringing of millions of giant bells.

The Taiji Hall shook violently,

The roar spread in all directions, the entire Yin Chang’an rocking and swaying, the closed-eyed Yuan Feidao protected by Maitreya Celestial Position remained unharmed,

but the scruffy old men, Li Yiyi, and Luo Cheng, all dissolved into the most primitive particles and dust under the terrifying sound!

When the trembling ceased.

On the door of the Taiji Hall, no trace of the sword was seen, only three hundred and sixty-five star points floated, forming the Circumference Celestial Star Formation.

A genuinely authentic Circumference Celestial Star Formation, not a counterfeit formation arranged by Zhang Fusheng.

"Indeed, it’s Emperor Ziwei."

Zhang Fusheng exhaled, employing the Fuli True Man Fruit Position, using the Taiji Divine Techniques,

he accurately captured every Taiji particle’s cause and effect in Yin Chang’an, forcibly reversing them,

and thus the collapsed trio reassembled, unharmed and bewilderedly looking around.

"Ultimately, I don’t understand the Way of the Sword; even if I conjure the Pangu Banner, I can only chop in the most primitive and clumsy manner..."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, it seemed that he was still far from cleaving open the Taiji Hall.

But if...

suddenly his swordsmanship reached an unrivaled level?

Indeed, at this moment, it’s very difficult to temporarily find enough swordsmen in the Other Shore World and complete transactions with them one by one.

However.

"I don’t need to seek outside."

Zhang Fusheng mused to himself, his thoughts quietly sinking into the Divine Realm, visiting the Mortal Realm.

Mortal Realm, five nations and three mountains.

One mountain with the Martial Pavilion, one with the Divine Temple, both established by Venerates captured by Zhang Fusheng from Yingtian City,

and one mountain with a divine spirit force named Sword Tomb, originating from native beings in the Divine Realm, a truly peerless prodigy.

At this moment, on the Heavenly Sword Mountain, within the Sword Tomb.

Sword slaves wandered among buildings resembling long swords stuck in the ground, in a lakeside pavilion where two contemporary supreme beings were playing chess.

Jian Yi lifted his eyelids, his hand holding a white chess piece long unplaced, staring at the Master of the Divine Temple seated opposite.

He solemnly spoke:

"Only the Divine Temple in the world possesses undying elixirs, I now only ask for one elixir."

The Master of the Divine Temple’s expression was indifferent:

"The original honor sought to decimate your Sword Tomb, but you refused. Young man, now you come asking me, why should I grant it?"

Jian Yi was silent for a moment, lowering his head:

"My wife’s life is not long, hopeful for mercy, bestow the elixir."

The Master of the Divine Temple smiled ironically:

"If I do not grant it? The law of the land dictates the Human Race cannot slaughter each other, what can you do?"

He laughed heartily, placing a black piece down.

Jian Yi suddenly lifted his eyelids, staring fiercely at the Master of the Divine Temple, word by word:

"Four hundred years ago, a celestial beast descended, acquired by me, in four hundred years, I have devised a method to merge with the celestial beast’s bloodline - then, I am no longer part of the Human Race."

The Master of the Divine Temple’s smile faded, squinting, seemingly considering the truth of the Sword Tomb Master’s words,

after a long while, he faintly said:

"Ludicrous - but even if true? If you are no longer part of the Human Race, you may launch a campaign against this honor, but likewise, this honor and the Master of Martial Pavilion can hunt you down...."

The two contemporary supreme beings stared at each other, their energies swelling, the great lake whipped into waves, the clear sky abruptly filled with dark clouds, accompanied by thunder and lightning,

on the entire Heavenly Sword Mountain and within the Sword Tomb, a million swords rang simultaneously!

Jian Yi again pinched up a white piece, then said:

"I know the senior lives over ten thousand years, and you are closely bonded with the Master of Martial Pavilion, but still the same words."

"I only ask for an undying elixir, if not granted..."

He lifted his eyelids, word by word:

"To the best of my ability, even if I fight to the death, I will take someone down with me."

With these words, this millennium-formed Venerate, the ancient and stunning Sword Tomb Master, placed the white piece on the chessboard.

As the piece fell, accompanied by a clear ringing sound, ten miles, hundred miles, thousand miles, thousands of miles!

Starting from the Sword Tomb, reaching the entire Mortal Realm—

Under the heavens, swords rang!

A piece fell.

And all swords in the mortal world, at this moment, soared and suspended in the sky.

For the first time, the Master of the Divine Temple’s expression changed, staring at Jian Yi, his heart trembling, not expecting this fellow’s swordsmanship to be shockingly unrivaled to such an extent!

This fellow, how old is he...

A thousand years.

Only a thousand years.

From a mundane mountain boy, to now becoming the Lord of all swords, bearing the title of Venerates!

If placed on that now faintly recalled mother star... this fellow, probably attains the level of Great Divine Power User!

As his mind trembled,

The Master of the Divine Temple overlooked the Mortal Realm, eyes viewing the sky filled with frost swords but was unwilling to concede.

He coldly spoke:

"You hardly look like someone seeking favor."

As he spoke, a long rainbow approached from afar, the Master of Martial Pavilion had already arrived—two against one.

Jian Yi closed his eyes, whispered lightly:

"This peach tree by the pavilion, planted by my wife’s hand back then, now flourished like a canopy."

"If my wife no longer exists in this world, this world...why should it continue?"

In the Sword Tomb, there are fierce beasts roaring, cries of agony, the prepared sacrificial formation activated, the fierce beast’s bloodline was stripped away, subtly merging with Jian Yi,