Chapter 855 This sword strike is called desolation. …
The upper realm, the Heavenly Court.
Thunder Department, Nine Heavens Responding Origin Prefecture.
This is the hub that governs the punishments of the heavens.
There were no auspicious clouds or propitious auras, only the thunder that never ceased throughout the year, and the dull, suffocating echoes of war drums.
In the main hall, hanging on the wall is a [Mirror of the Myriad Realms Thunder Pool].
The mirror-like surface shimmered, but what it reflected was not a scene of peace and prosperity, but rather a sword cultivator from a corner of the world who was defying the heavens.
On the high seat.
Lei Bu Pu Hua Tian Zun rested his chin on one hand, observing with great interest the white-clad figure struggling in the sea of thunder across the vast mortal world.
"That's interesting."
The Celestial Venerable lightly tapped the armrest with his fingers, "The turbid energy of the mortal realm has just recovered, and the Great Dao is not yet stable. This child is actually able to trigger such a calamity with his mere body. This proud spirit is very much like that of the one from back then..."
Before she could finish speaking, she shook her head, seemingly unwilling to mention that name.
"Send word to the Wind God and Rain Master to hold back a bit. If this boy can withstand the nine tribulations of lightning, then bring him over. The Thunder Department is in dire need of a sharp blade."
Cherish talent.
This is the greatest blessing that gods and immortals can bestow upon ants.
In my eyes, the struggles of the world are nothing more than a performance to please the heavens.
If you perform well in a play, you'll be rewarded with an official position.
Unfortunately, the [Mirror of Myriad Realms Thunder Pool] has only just been opened, and the situation in the Myriad Realms can only be seen when the first lightning tribulation is condensed.
Otherwise, if the Celestial Venerable Puhua knew that Bi Yuewu and the Twelve Yuan Chen of Tu Fu Xing had all died at the hands of that sword cultivator in the [Myriad Realms Thunder Pool Mirror], I wonder if he would still be able to sit still.
Ran.
"Report—!!!"
A bloodcurdling scream shattered the solemnity of the Thunder Department's main hall and interrupted the Celestial Venerable's leisurely mood.
Immediately afterwards.
A loud bang.
The palace gate collapsed.
A streak of blood-red light, its body covered in blood and its soul nearly shattered, stumbled in, leaving a long trail of blood on the smooth, mirror-like floor.
As the bloodstains dissipated, the incomplete body of the Rat God General was revealed.
His hair ornaments were shattered, his hair was disheveled, and he was missing an arm and a leg. His once arrogant face now held only one emotion—
fear.
A deep-seated, bone-chilling fear, like seeing a demon.
"The Year of the Rat?!"
Puhua Tianzun suddenly stood up, his phoenix eyes, which were usually half-closed, snapped open.
"What's going on? Where are the Twelve Earthly Branches?"
“Dead…all dead…”
The rat gripped the ground tightly, its claws breaking off and bleeding profusely.
Instead of answering the Celestial Venerable's question, she, like a madwoman, pointed at the white-clad figure in the mirror and screamed hysterically:
"It's N! N is that swordsman!!"
"One sword... just one sword!!"
"The Ox and Tiger... didn't even have time to unleash their magic weapons before their heads were chopped off!!"
"This is a monster! It definitely doesn't belong to the Earthly Realm of B. There must be a huge secret about it!!"
boom--!
The main hall was deathly silent.
It was as if even the thunder seemed to hold its breath at that moment.
The celestial officials looked at each other, feeling a chill run down their spines and straight to the top of their heads.
The twelve Earthly Branches, when combined, can be used to fight celestial beings.
But they were all killed by a single sword strike from a geisha from the monstrous realm?
This sounds like a complete fantasy, an utterly absurd joke.
But the blood on the ground couldn't be faked.
The rat's broken heart was not fake.
"What did you say?"
The figure of Puhua Tianzun appeared in front of Zishu in an instant, grabbed the last remaining part of 놛's collar, and lifted 놛 up, "Say that again?"
“They’ve all been killed… They’ve all been killed…”
"One sword, one kill... one sword, one kill!!"
The rat trembled all over, its face covered in snot and tears. "Heavenly Venerable! If this child doesn't die, where is the dignity of the Heavenly Court?! ... It even sent me a message..."
What message should I convey?
"They say... dogs aren't welcome in this world..."
The baby mouse's voice grew fainter and fainter, finally turning into a desperate whimper:
"If you dare to reach out again, I'll... I'll tear a hole in the sky!"
Click.
The thumb ring held by Puhua Tianzun shattered into dust.
He released his grip, letting the mouse collapse to the ground.
That once dignified and indifferent face now showed no trace of appreciation for talent.
What replaced 땤 was a raging rage and a chilling murderous intent.
Whether the sword cultivator actually said those words or whether Zishu exaggerated them is no longer important.
"good."
"What a gu person."
"Well done... by making a hole."
The Heavenly Venerable, enraged to the extreme, laughed, his laughter like rolling thunder, shaking the entire hall.
“Killing the righteous god, disrupting the laws, and disgracing the face of the emperor.”
He suddenly turned around and stared intently at the white-clad figure in the Thunder Pool Mirror who was still battling the thunder and was now looking up at the sky.
Their eyes met.
Although separated by two realms, they seemed to be able to see the killing intent in each other's eyes.
"This is no longer a tribulation."
The Celestial Venerable's voice was as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice, and every word carried a bloody aura.
"This is rebellion."
"Issue the imperial decree!"
"Immediately seal off the ascension passage between realms! Summon the guillotine from the [Execution Platform]!"
"Notify the Nine Heavens Thunder God and the Twenty-Four Heavenly Lords of Cloud-Summoning and Rain-Assisting... Bring out all the most ferocious, evil, and poisonous 'World-Destroying Divine Thunders' from the Thunder Pool!"
With a wave of his sleeve, the once clear surface of the Thunder Pool was instantly stained a shockingly dark black.
"You are not allowed to undergo tribulation."
"Smash this place to pieces!!"
"promise!!!"
Inside the main hall, the celestial officials, exuding murderous intent, unanimously accepted the order.
The war drums sounded.
This time, it's not for the so-called test of heaven and earth.
It is for destruction.
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떘界，浮峰之巅。
The wind stopped.
The originally purplish-red calamity clouds surged violently like boiling ink at this moment.
Chen Huai'an squinted at the sky.
With such a grand display, are they sending 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals?
However, I overestimated the importance that Lingxiao Palace placed on me.
No heavenly soldiers have been seen.
Thunder Dragon arrived first.
"roar--!!!"
A chilling dragon's roar echoed through the sky.
The clouds broke apart, and countless purple lightning bolts twisted and intertwined, transforming into three thousand thunder dragons as thick as millstones.
They are not inanimate objects; they are manifestations of the will of Heaven that Raibutsu-sama manipulates.
Three thousand thunder dragons, like a torrential downpour, carrying a bloody wind that could destroy everything, pounced on the tiny figure on the floating peak.
This scene was like ten thousand dragons devouring one's heart.
"A dragon? Hahaha!"
Chen Huai'an raised his eyes and scoffed softly, sniffing the burnt, fishy smell in the wind.
Suddenly I felt a little thirsty.
If there is wine, let's drink a big cup.
If there is no wine, then blood will be used instead.
"A mere pseudo-dragon! Just the right amount of sake!"
Chen Huai'an twirled his sword, the blade humming like a drinker tapping a bowl.
"The bright moon rises over the Tianshan Mountains..."
A chanting sound arose.
A flash of sword light followed.
This sword strike was very slow, as slow as a crescent moon slowly climbing up a mountain.
This sword strike was also very cold, so cold that it made the raging thunder dragon's figure falter.
The cold moonlight bathed the floating peaks.
"...amidst the vast sea of clouds."
—Slaying Immortals: Guanshanyue
Moonlight falls on the ground.
Puff, puff, puff.
A dense, tearing sound exploded in mid-air.
The hundreds of thunder dragons charging at the forefront suddenly stopped moving.
Immediately afterwards, the dragon's head and body separated neatly, the cut as smooth as a mirror.
Thunderous spray filled the sky.
"roar!"
The Thunder Dragon behind him was not afraid; on the contrary, it was enraged by the sword strike.
A lightning dragon seized the opportunity to enter, its fangs wrapped in raging thunder biting and piercing deep into Chen Huai'an's shoulder.
The lightning struck his body, causing his meridians to wither and dry up.
Chen Huai'an groaned, his body swaying slightly.
He gripped the sword in reverse and thrust the blade directly into the thunder dragon's vital spot, twisting his wrist.
collapse!
The dragon head shattered.
Chen Huai'an drew his longsword, which unleashed a burst of thunderous liquid.
"happy!"
He laughed loudly, his figure like a lone swan, crashing into the dragon horde.
A poem, a sword; one step, one kill.
Above the floating peak, scorched earth covered the ground.
Until the last thunder dragon turned to ashes, Chen Huai'an stood leaning on his sword.
That white robe was already half charred black and half crimson.
Thump—! Thump—! Thump—!
The sound of the drums in the sky changed, becoming muffled and heavy, each beat striking between heartbeats.
Nine towering figures shattered the thunderclouds and slowly descended.
Wearing heavy purple-gold armor, with two wings on its back.
That is the Thunder God of the Nine Heavens.
The leader, Lei Gong, remained expressionless as he pointed his golden chisel at Chen Huai'an from afar.
Click.
A bolt of azure lightning, no thicker than a finger, ignored space and instantly pierced through Chen Huai'an's chest.
Bang.
Chen Huai'an was sent flying backwards, crashing into the chaotic pile of rocks and kicking up clouds of dust.
The sternum collapsed and the internal organs were ruptured.
"Form ranks."
Lei Gong waved his hand indifferently.
The nine people occupied the nine palace positions, and the lightning transformed into nine towering copper pillars that crashed down, trapping Chen Huai'an tightly within them.
The lightning was like a prison, constantly shrinking.
Smoke and dust.
A bloodstained hand gripped the hilt of the sword.
Chen Huai'an stood up unsteadily, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with minced meat.
"Cough cough... Finally, a few energetic ones have arrived!"
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes gradually becoming frantic.
Even a cornered beast will fight; how much more so a human being?
*Swoosh!* The Black Scale Sword pointed diagonally at the ground, leaving a deep sword mark.
"Battle of Chengnan..."
His voice was hoarse and bloodshot.
The sword's momentum suddenly changed.
No longer is the coolness of moonlight, but the mud and carnage of a battlefield with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
“…Guo Bei is dead.”
As Chen Huai'an took a step forward, his wounds burst open, and blood gushed out, instantly staining the sword red.
Ignoring the approaching lightning wall, all that remained in her eyes were those nine towering figures.
"To die in the wilderness without being buried..."
The sword's edge sliced across the ground, accompanied by a piercing shriek.
"...Cows are edible!"
—Slaying Immortals, Battling the Desolate Land.
The Azure Lotus Sword Manual, which merged with the Immortal-Slaying Sword, was no longer bound by those fixed sword techniques.
A sword and a poem, a poem and a sword.
The poem is born, the sword is drawn; the poem is completed, the sword is formed.
This sword strike is called desolate!
Clang—!!!
A crimson storm of sword energy exploded outwards, centered on Chen Huai'an.
There is no defense, only offense.
Trading injury for injury, risking life for life.
Boom!
The Thunder Cage shattered.
"madman!"
The expressions of those Lei Gong members changed drastically. Before they could retreat, they were engulfed by the blood-red sword energy filled with the will to die.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Blood and flesh flew everywhere.
The five Thunder Gods didn't even have time to scream before they were torn to pieces by the sword energy.
Four people remained, their golden armor shattered, their faces filled with terror.
Chen Huai'an dragged his mangled body out of the blood mist.
Her arms hung limply, the stark white bone piercing through her flesh, exposed to the elements.
But he was completely unaware.
Those eyes, blinded by blood, were fixed on the remaining prey.
"There are four more."
He grinned, revealing a mouthful of blood.
Who will listen?
The four thunder gods were terrified and turned to flee.
Chen Huai'an took a step forward, his sword light as sharp as a leech.
"For you... I will strike the earthen jar..."
A cold glint flashed.
Two heads flew into the air.
“…Sing a song.”
puff!
The last two thunder gods clutched their throats and fell from the clouds.
Heaven and earth were completely silent.
Only Chen Huai'an's heavy breathing could be heard, sounding like a broken bellows.
놛 won.
But it also reached its limit.
Sudden.
A crack appeared in the sky.
A cold, indifferent, thunderous eye that looks down upon all.
Then, a towering phantom, hundreds of feet tall, stepped out from the Thunder Eye.
He was dressed in a purple-gold imperial robe and held a black thunder whip.
It was none other than the First True God of the Thunder Department, the Thunder Universal Transformation Heavenly Venerable!
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