Chapter 848: One Sword Slays an Immortal…

After a while, Chen Huai'an left the cliff in a daze and returned to the white jade steps.

His right hand was cut open, and the blood was still wet.

At that moment, a jade slip emitting a faint light and an ordinary-looking axe appeared in his hand.

The jade slip contains a sword technique, and the technique has one move.

The axe is called "Opening Heaven," but its blade is rusted and cannot even split ordinary wood.

Although the sword technique has one sword, it is called the Immortal-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique, which is for mortals to slay immortals.

Mortals are like ants, while immortals and gods are like the heavens.

This sword strike is meant to teach these ants on earth how to slay the immortals in the heavens.

Although an axe cannot split wood, it can cleave the barrier between the upper and lower realms, allowing mortals to face the gods directly.

It does not sever the flesh, but cuts through the cage.

If you grasp it, this insurmountable chasm that has stood between mortals and immortals for millennia will become as thin as paper, easily torn apart.

"BOOM—!!!"

Before my thoughts could settle, the churning sea of ​​clouds behind me suddenly collapsed.

The overwhelming power of heaven instantly filled the entire world.

The once raging and chaotic sea of ​​lightning was now as still and lifeless as solidified amber.

Chen Huai'an lowered his eyes and looked at the white jade steps.

The once invincible Yellow Dragon vein of the earth is now like scattered jade fragments on the ground.

One of the largest dragon heads was being trampled into the mud by a foot, emitting a dying cry.

The owner of that foot was Bi Yuewu.

Or rather, it is the true Bi Yue Wu.

Is he no longer the blind, one-armed, and desperately humiliated True Spirit?

Standing before Chen Huai'an at this moment was a celestial general who was three zhang tall and whose body was burning with divine light.

He really did come.

Even at the cost of burning his millennia-old foundation and having his soul corroded by the spiritual energy of this world, he still tore apart the boundary wall, revealing his true form in the world.

놙 means to vent one's anger.

놙 means to kill one person.

"mortal."

Bi Yuewu's voice was no longer hoarse, but resonated like a great bell, shaking the entire floating peak.

The resentment and malice that had been in his double-golden eyes were gone, replaced by an indifferent and aloof gaze that seemed to see through everything.

"I must admit, you have some tricks up your sleeve. You were able to manipulate the earth's dragon energy to force my true form to descend. In the ten thousand years of this world, you are the first."

Bi Yuewu slowly raised his hand. The arm that had been melted by the earth was now completely intact, and his fingertips were pulsating with pure immortal power that was enough to destroy an entire region.

"Hand over everything you took from up there, as well as those seven incomplete scrolls of scripture."

"I can leave you with a whole corpse, and even let you reincarnate."

The oppressive force was like a mountain, sweeping in from all directions.

Faced with this truly divine might, Chen Huai'an was as insignificant as a speck of dust in the wind.

But he smiled.

He laughed with a nonchalant air, and with unbridled abandon.

He gently tossed the seemingly fragile jade slip in his hand, then glanced at the rusty axe.

"want to?"

With a flick of his wrist, Chen Huai'an unsheathed the Black Scale Sword half an inch, emitting a clear and melodious dragon's roar.

"Come and get it yourself."

"You're courting death!" Bi Yuewu's eyes flashed coldly.

When an immortal is enraged, the world changes color.

There were no fancy techniques involved; he simply slapped his palm.

This palm strike sealed off space and severed cause and effect.

In Bi Yuewu's eyes, this palm strike would reduce this ant in front of him, along with his ten-thousand-level rank, to dust.

However.

Just as that colossal hand was about to descend.

"Click".

A crisp sound.

It wasn't the sound of bones breaking.

Instead, Chen Huai'an used two fingers to crush the jade slip in his hand.

Buzz—

Time stood still.

The rolling thunderclouds froze in mid-air, the giant hand of the falling dragon hovered overhead, and even Bi Yuewu's sinister smile, which was about to bloom, froze on his face.

The whole world has lost its color, leaving only black and white.

In this absolute stillness, Chen Huai'an's soul was suddenly pulled into a thin line of nothingness by an overwhelming force.

…

It was a chaotic void, devoid of heaven and earth.

Chen Huai'an stood there, surrounded by endless darkness.

In the darkness, a lamp was lit.

A blind old man stood by the lamp, stroking a broken zither.

"What is 'slaying an immortal'?" the old man asked.

"Kill those who deserve to die," Chen Huai'an replied.

The old man laughed, and the string of his zither snapped, transforming into a sound wave that merged with Chen Huai'an's sword intent: "Disrupt their minds, and even immortals can be slain."

The light went out, and then another one came on.

This time it's a kneeling monkey with six broken ears, its iron rod pointing to the sky.

"What does it mean to draw a sword?" the monkey asked.

"To speak out against injustice," Chen Huai'an replied.

The monkey laughed, and the iron rod turned into a hair that melted into Chen Huai'an's brow: "Only by transcending cause and effect can one draw the sword."

The light goes out, then another one is turned on.

The general, clad in tattered armor, gripped a broken spear, his eyes bleeding, glaring angrily into the void.

"The gods are invisible, so how can we wield our weapons?" the general asked.

“Close your eyes, and cut your heart,” Chen Huai’an replied.

The general laughed, the broken spear in his hand shattering into a golden light that pierced Chen Huai'an's eyes: "What the eye sees is all illusion, what the heart desires is the blade!"

The lamps lit up one after another.

There were couples who threw themselves into the furnace, scholars who bit their pens to break words, and emperors who turned their backs to the heavens...

Finally, there was a figure dressed in pure white, their back to the camera.

The man did not turn around, leaving behind a sword mark that spanned eternity.

"This sword strike is called—Slaying Immortals."

"Watch closely."

The man drew his sword.

Without any earth-shattering fanfare, it possesses the ultimate speed and the ultimate simplicity.

So fast that even time can't catch up, so simple that even the most difficult path can't dodge it.

"Can a mortal slay an immortal?" Chen Huai'an asked with a smile.

"What about gods? What about immortals?" The man sheathed his sword. "If there is no god in your heart, then your sword will have no god."

boom!

Countless figures and countless wills converged into a surging river at this moment, rushing wildly into Chen Huai'an's sea of ​​consciousness.

That's not a sword move.

That is the backbone of the ancestors of the Anti-Heaven God Clan, who, despite countless reincarnations, still refused to kneel before Heaven or beg for divine favor!

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The real world.

A moment has passed.

Bi Yuewu's giant palm reached three inches above Chen Huai'an's head, and the terrifying wind pressure even cracked the white jade steps beneath Chen Huai'an's feet.

"Die!"

Bi Yuewu's eyes were filled with cruel pleasure.

But in that very instant...

He saw Chen Huai'an's eyes.

Those eyes no longer seemed to belong to an ordinary person.

In those deep, unfathomable eyes, Bi Yuewu saw a general fighting to the death, a blind musician, a monkey weeping blood, a couple throwing themselves into the furnace, and an emperor burning the heavens...

Countless eyes, spanning reincarnation and the long river of time, overlapped with Chen Huai'an at this moment.

They were all watching him coldly.

Chen Huai'an made a move.

He did not retreat, but instead took half a step forward.

The left thumb gently pushes against the guard, while the right hand loosely grips the hilt.

That movement was very slow, as slow as an old farmer swinging a hoe; that movement was also very fast, as fast as a shooting star chasing the moon.

—Slaying Immortals: Sword Drawing Technique.

Clang!

A light suddenly shone between heaven and earth.

The light was not dazzling; in fact, it was rather soft.

It is neither as violent as thunder nor as scorching as the sun.

It was like the first gentle breeze of the morning, lightly brushing against Bi Yuewu's palm, his protective aura, and his indestructible golden body.

The wind blows.

The sword is sheathed.

Chen Huai'an stood there, his clothes fluttering and his hair flying.

And behind him.

Bi Yuewu remained frozen in mid-air, still in the pausing pose.

His once-lofty golden eyes were now filled with a childlike bewilderment and incomprehension.

"What...what kind of sword is this?"

Bi Yuewu moved his Adam's apple with difficulty, his voice so soft it was as if he were asking himself.

"The sword of mortals."

Chen Huai'an didn't turn around, but simply patted the dust off his sleeves.

puff--!

A thin line of blood suddenly appeared between Bi Yuewu's eyebrows, running all the way down to his groin, across his nose, through his throat, through his indestructible golden armor, and finally down to his hip.

Immediately afterwards.

That towering, three-zhang-tall, and arrogant golden body of a true immortal was like a piece of tofu that had been casually cut open.

They slid down neatly to both sides.

Splash!

Golden immortal blood poured down like a torrential rain, soaking the ten-thousand-level white jade steps.

One sword.

Slaying Immortals.

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