Chapter 860: Please summon the Execution Platform…
step.
With just one step, he crossed the boundary between life and death, and walked into that deadly Thunder Prison.
But he didn't go far.
He stood outside the encirclement, his back to the six thunder generals who looked terrified and were suffering from the formation's attacks.
The wind blew up the tattered hem of his clothes.
Chen Huai'an slowly turned around.
His eyes changed.
It was no longer the drunkenness of a madman, but rather the indifference of a farmer looking at wild grass.
"Since you're here..."
He slowly held the sword horizontally in front of him.
"Then let them all stay."
Heavenly music resounded wildly.
"How could we be..."
The sword's edge was pushed horizontally.
No sword light was seen, nor was the sound of a sword's cry heard.
This sword strike was as unremarkable as an autumn breeze sweeping across a barren plain.
But in the eyes of those six thunder generals, this sword transformed into the entire world.
Everything in the world disappeared, leaving only a wisp of white autumn wind that kept growing larger.
Before the autumn wind, their proud purple-gold armor, their lofty divine status, and even their immortal bodies cultivated for millennia...
They all became as lowly and fragile as roadside weeds.
"...The man from the wilderness!"
call--
The wind blows.
The sword stopped.
Snap!
Chen Huai'an sheathed his sword and stood behind Liu Lei.
The world was deathly silent.
It felt like a long time had passed, yet also like only a moment had gone by.
Click.
The first crisp sound rang out.
A fine crack appeared on the purple-gold headband worn between the eyebrows of a Thunder General.
Immediately afterwards.
Puff, puff, puff...
The continuous soft sounds were like ripe fruit falling from a branch.
Six heads, in an instant, rolled into the dust in the most humble posture of their lives.
No blood gushed out.
Because the "intention" of that sword strike had already swept away their life force like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves long before their heads hit the ground.
Corpses littered the field, except for one person.
Chen Huai'an stood amidst the pile of corpses, not even glancing at them.
It was as if what he had just killed was truly just a clump of insignificant weeds.
The six thunder generals were all wiped out.
Boom—
Chen Huai'an took a deep breath and began to circulate the Heavenly Demon Art.
The pure essence of the Six Paths of Thunder God flowed into his body like rivers flowing into the sea.
His aura surged once more, and the newly formed golden body of a true immortal became even more dazzling, even faintly exuding the pressure of a "celestial king".
"This...how is this possible?!"
Not far away, the Great Heavenly Kings who had been overseeing the situation and hadn't had time to stop it were now all pale-faced, looking as if they had lost their parents.
Those were the elite troops of the Thunder Department!
With this formation in place, even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would have to avoid its sharp edge.
But in front of this newly ascended "Kuren Sword Cultivator," they were slaughtered as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea!
"Growth! What are you waiting for?!"
The Heavenly King Duowen, Mo Lihong, roared, unfurling his Chaos Pearl Umbrella to blot out the sun and sky. "This child is a demon! He is no match for you in a one-on-one fight! Join forces to suppress him!"
"good!"
The Heavenly King of Growth, Mo Liqing, gritted his teeth and unleashed his Azure Cloud Sword, transforming it into a rain of countless swords.
As the Heavenly King Dhritarashtra plucked the strings of his jade pipa, the earth, water, and wind surged forth.
The Heavenly King Guangmu Moli Shoufang, a purple-gold flower fox-sable, transformed into a colossal beast that devours the heavens.
The Great Heavenly King Qi, his magical treasures displaying their supernatural powers.
In an instant, the weather outside the South Heavenly Gate changed color, and all sorts of destructive torrents of laws rushed towards Chen Huai'an.
However.
Chen Huai'an remained motionless.
He simply watched the overwhelming attack silently, the madness in his eyes gradually subsiding, replaced by an extreme coldness.
"Fancy and gaudy."
He slowly raised the thunder sword in his hand.
This time, he did not recite any poetry.
Because this sword strike needs no poetry.
All you need is... break it.
—The Immortal-Slaying Sword Technique, Level 1, Shattered Dao Fruit.
Clang—!!!
An indescribable sword light appeared.
It has no flamboyant colors, only a pure and utter sense of "annihilation".
Where the sword flashed.
The Azure Cloud Sword Rain shattered.
The earth, water, and wind dissipated.
The ferret let out a miserable cry and was cut in two.
The Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella was torn open with a huge gash, losing all its spiritual power.
"puff--!!"
The two Heavenly Kings spat out golden blood, their expressions were listless, and their magical treasures were damaged, causing them to be severely injured instantly.
"What...what kind of sword technique is this?!"
Through countless reincarnations, I've heard of such terrifying swordsmanship from the monstrous realm.
Throughout countless reincarnations, there have been many who, like the sword cultivator before them, have killed the heavens, but all of them are under their control—if they want someone to kill them, that person can kill them; if they want someone to fall, that person will instantly plummet into the dust of the world.
Only the person and the sword before him were completely under his control.
Mo Liqing clutched his chest, his eyes filled with terror.
This sword strike not only severed the magical artifact, but also the Dao Fruit within their bodies!
Their cultivation levels are rapidly declining!
Chen Huai'an stood amidst the mountain of corpses.
He stepped on Lei Jiang's helmet, his long sword pointing diagonally at the Lingxiao Palace, the tip of the sword still dripping with golden blood.
Those eyes, half demon and half immortal, pierced through layers of celestial clouds and looked at the trembling Heavenly King.
"What other methods do you have?"
Chen Huai'an's voice was very soft, but it made the Great Heavenly King feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"If not..."
With each step he took, a wave of killing intent surged forth.
"Then I will send you on your way."
"Wait a minute."
The voice of the Heavenly King Mo Lihong suddenly became sharp, like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair.
That kind of resolute determination revealed a kind of desperate madness.
He sacrificed a jet-black command arrow.
The command arrow had no luster, only a cold, bloody aura that had accumulated over millennia. The moment it appeared, it swallowed up even the surrounding light.
He threw it fiercely into the void.
"Please... use the execution platform!!"
Boom—
The sky was ripped open with a huge wound.
A nauseating smell of rust hit me – it was blood, the blood of immortals dried up over ten thousand years.
The weather changed suddenly, and a bloody storm swept across the land.
A towering, dark red execution platform, its height unknown, slowly emerged from the void.
It's too heavy.
It was so heavy that it bent the rules, so heavy that even the ruins of Nantianmen seemed to groan in despair.
The platform is mottled, and the dark red divine iron has no extra decorations, only countless marks and axe marks of varying depths.
Each mark represents the fall of a once invincible immortal.
The immortal souls roared, and murderous intent flowed.
This is not an inanimate object.
This is a torture device used by the Heavenly Court to intimidate all the gods and maintain its eternal rule.
It is a "rule" hanging over the heads of all cultivators.
Faced with this terrifying pressure that could crush even the most righteous heart, Chen Huai'an remained completely still.
Their clothes fluttered in the wind, rustling loudly.
He squinted slightly, scrutinizing the enormous object.
His expression didn't seem like he was looking at a murder weapon that could obliterate him; rather, it was like a picky blacksmith who had finally found a suitable anvil.
He stuck out his tongue and licked away the blood from the corner of his mouth.
It's fishy and sweet.
The divine sword in his hand seemed to sense the aura of the creature and emitted an excited dragon roar.
"What a magnificent execution platform!"
Chen Huai'an smiled.
His laughter was soft and cold, carrying an air of arrogance that made him think he had the world at his feet.
"Alright."
"My sword..."
He raised his sword and pointed it at the dark execution platform.
"...We're still missing this grinding stone!"
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