Chapter 621: Dragon Slain! Myriad Slayer!

Panic rose in Long Aotian's heart as Wang Sheng rapidly closed in on him, yet he had no way to deal with him. The sword that had pierced straight through his head left him dizzy and disoriented. Moreover, his consciousness was sinking further into a heavy haze.

How did he defeat me so quickly? Did the divine ability I kept hidden as my last resort become my greatest flaw instead?

Long Aotian couldn't understand why his divine ability failed or how he had fallen into such a miserable state. He had become so weak that he felt as though he was in a nightmare.

Wang Sheng narrowed the distance with every step, his killing intent already bearing down on his target. There was no need for words.

The dragon fiend had now been forced to the edge of despair. If not for his excessively tough hide and flesh, he would have already died to Wang Sheng's sword.

He considered fleeing back to the Fengli Sect's planet, but he immediately rejected the thought. That place should already be engulfed in battle by now. If he returned while heavily wounded, the Fengli Sect's and Xinghai Sect's experts would certainly do everything in their power to kill him. They wouldn't miss such a golden opportunity.

Only by escaping to the ancient battlefield would there be a chance to flee back to the Celestial Wind Sect!

Why is this little thief so difficult to deal with? All the power I have gained through years of grueling cultivation seems to be completely useless against him.

Regret filled Long Aotian's heart. If he could redo the battle, he would rather cripple his proud Sky Devourer or even face Wang Sheng in his human form. At the very least, he could have escaped without grave injuries.

Now, it was already too late. He clearly sensed death approaching him. Despite throwing out one treasure after another, none could delay the sword cultivator for even half a moment. To make matters worse, the ancient battlefield was still far beyond reach.

He simply hated that before this final journey of his, he had been unwilling to spend nearly half his wealth on a life-saving Grand Teleportation Talisman.

Sword after sword struck him, splitting him open and tearing his flesh apart. Agonizing pain surged from his left eye as he grew drowsy. His Primordial Spirit weakened, and despair slowly swallowed him.

"

Pi Kachew! You really think I will fall so easily?!

" he shouted, yet his remark sounded hollow even to himself.

Wang Sheng simply responded with an increasingly ferocious assault!

"

Bastard! I should have swallowed you whole back then! Damn you!

"

The dragon fiend roared again and again, but Wang Sheng remained completely unmoved. He swung Spiritless and the Dragon Sword nonstop with his full strength, sending scales flying.

With an utterly calm heart, Wang Sheng continuously unleashed sword techniques that could severely injure the dragon fiend. His eyes reflected nothing but his enemy's scales and a desire to chop them into fragments.

Being captured after pursuing Ziyun, suffering hundreds of years of hardship and torment, and then Qinglin's death... this dragon fiend had caused all of it!

Vast amounts of fiendish qi began surging around Long Aotian, seemingly intending to resort to the same tactic he had used to force Wang Sheng back at the Xinghai Sect. However, things were different now. With Spiritless back in his grasp, the sword cultivator could fearlessly fight the dragon fiend head-on.

Wang Sheng relentlessly swung Spiritless forward, carving open a path through the rolling fiendish qi as though it were water. He also gathered his momentum into the Dragon Sword, rushed to Long Aotian's neck, and delivered a full-powered cleave.

"

Bastard! You damn bastard! You worthless insect!!!

"

Long Aotian howled and roared endlessly. Out here, only Wang Sheng could hear him curse.

As though breaking waves, Wang Sheng rode his sword through the ceaselessly flowing fiendish qi. Spiritless then erupted with dazzling radiance. He was about to slay a dragon with Dragon Slayer, finally allowing it to live up to its name.

At that moment, the Myriad-Slaying Sword Intent, which he had never actively used, trembled without warning. A thread of blood-red light also appeared at the corner of his eyes. Two faint streaks of crimson flickered like candle flames.

An obscure, immeasurably ancient Dao Rhythm had suddenly manifested. Immediately sensing it, Long Aotian trembled profusely.

Wang Sheng remained completely unaware of it. All he felt was a cold intent to utterly annihilate the dragon fiend, causing the sword intent within his techniques to abruptly change.

All vague and abstract concepts and intent in his mind disappeared. He no longer even thought of his Astral, Pure Yang, and Heavenly Tribulation Sword Intents.

His mind was cleared of everything, be it necessary or unnecessary. He forgot hatred and vengeance alike, cast aside his worries and hopes for Earth's cultivators, and temporarily set down the burden in his heart.

All that remained was the purest original intent of the Dao of the Sword and the sword's most fundamental definition: a weapon of slaughter!

𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The primordial Great Dao of heaven and earth was named yin and yang. The primordial Great Dao of living beings was named life and death, also known as creation and destruction!

His sword momentum grew extremely sharp. It disallowed retreat and showed no mercy, becoming the purest and most authentic sword intent!

Without an edge, how could a sword kill?

Sensing the subtle change in Wang Sheng's state, Yaoyun and the Dragon Sword's sword spirit resisted the "command" transmitted from his heart. Nevertheless, Yaoyun still lost control of the unity of man and sword. All authority returned to Wang Sheng.

His Pure Yang Immortal Power, the spiritual power of his sword spirits, his astral power, and every ounce of his strength all fell completely under his control. For a single instant, they all became one.

He cleaved down with the Dragon Sword, shattering the house-sized and otherwise incomparably hard dragon scales as though they were porcelain!

Wang Sheng didn't follow any sword technique pattern. He just casually swung his sword, yet he unleashed an overwhelmingly powerful and incomparably swift assault! Moreover, before the scales even fully split apart, he had already thrust Spiritless downward and swung the Dragon Sword again!

Wang Sheng pushed his offense even further, chopping down madly with his two weapons so quickly that they left afterimages. Streams of sword energy raged across the dragon fiend's neck and incessantly forced back the fiendish qi surging around him.

Purple-black fiend blood sprayed out, soaking Wang Sheng enough to make him look like a man made of blood. He didn't seem to notice it at all, though. It was as if he intended to slit Long Aotian's throat and decapitate him! His Primordial Spirit, Dao Body, true spirit, and Dao Heart were filled with nothing but the intent to kill!

Slay everything and return existence to its source. Regulate yin and yang, and wield the fate of all living beings!

The Great Dao was impartial and emotionless. Life and slaughter were equally part of the balance. At that moment, Wang Sheng drew ever closer to the Great Dao, experiencing the Great Dao itself. He swung his two swords outward as he roared deeply, sounding as though he was tearing the universe apart.

Kill!

Wang Sheng's Myriad-Slaying Sword Intent loomed over Long Aotian, filling the dragon fiend with terror.

Throughout his rise from a tiny serpent to a dragon fiend in the human-dominated endless space, he had never felt fear like this or such overwhelming panic.

This wasn't just fear of death. It surpassed that primal fear all living beings shared!

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of sword phantasms descended, and Long Aotian's neck was forcibly carved open, forming a bloody cavity dozens of meters deep!

"

No! Have mercy! Spare me, please!

"

Begging?

The esteemed elder of the Celestial Wind Sect, once a hegemonic existence among the thirteen qi planets, could now only curl into a ball in space. He no longer even had the will to resist the slaughter.

But Wang Sheng could not hear any of it. His eyes only reflected his sword, and his heart was only filled with the intent to kill!

His Dao Heart was utterly clear. Black-red sword phantasms surged past his Primordial Spirit, and the Great Dao crisscrossed and carved through everything within his Heavenly Abode. He seemed like an Asura descending upon the world—as though a god of slaughter had possessed him!

Myriad Slayer! Kill!

"

Wang Sheng... Wang Sheng...

"

"

Junior Brother!

"

Plop—!

A single drop of water seemingly fell onto a vast and crystal-clear surface, causing faint ripples.

Wang Sheng stopped. The blood-red color faded from his eyes, and his brow furrowed slightly.

His Dao Heart regained clarity as the abnormalities within his Heavenly Abode and Primordial Spirit vanished instantly. Moreover, his small wooden sword suppressed the Myriad-Slaying Sword Intent.

He remembered everything that happened after he unleashed the Myriad-Slaying Sword Intent. A lingering resonance with the Dao of Slaughter remained in his heart, and he understood the sword intent's power even more clearly.

The Myriad Slayer was domineering.

It fully awakened the killing intent buried deep within him and made his Dao Heart incomparably tranquil. He could also think extremely quickly. Every ounce of his strength was devoted to relentless offense, yet his attacks wasted not a trace of power. If he were ever trapped in an encirclement in the future, relying on it would be the best way to break through.

He held the Dragon Sword aloft. Before him curled a dragon fiend, who was now only several

zhang

long.

Long Aotian was heavily injured. His neck had been severed halfway through, his left eye had been blinded, and his right eye was lifelessly still. Marrow fluid kept dripping from the back of his head, and no matter how hard he struggled, he found it impossible to heal.

The dragon fiend's jaws parted, revealing a fiend core wrapped in purple flames hovering above his extended tongue. When Wang Sheng stopped, he tremblingly pleaded, "

Great Immortal, please spare my life! I am willing to offer half my cultivation condensed as a fiend core to you!

"

Wang Sheng snorted coldly. Gripping the Dragon Sword, he slowly advanced.

Long Aotian shakily cried, "

Esteemed immortal, I apologize for offending you earlier! I am willing to exchange my fiend core and all my treasures for my life! I will also leave the thirteen qi planets and never return! Please spare me, Esteemed Immortal!

"

Frowning, Wang Sheng coldly replied, "

You talk too much.

"

He raised the Dragon Sword.

However, before Wang Sheng could kill him, Long Aotian added, "

I can reveal the locations of all the Celestial Wind Sect's treasure vaults, and I am willing to serve as your mount and slave! Please, just spare me!

"

Thud!

The Dragon Sword struck the gap in the dragon fiend's neck, causing him to shudder.

Wang Sheng failed to decapitate him.

Why is he so tough?

Having just experienced the exhilaration of slicing the fiend through the Myriad-Slaying Sword Intent, he now found himself somewhat unaccustomed to this. Nevertheless, he drew the Dragon Sword back once more and prepared to hit him again.

"

Esteemed Immortal, I did not take your life when we first met. I sent you to the blood mine instead, where you obtained two great treasures. That was a fated opportunity!

"

At the brink of life and death, silence was impossible. Long Aotian even began frantically using telepathy to flood Wang Sheng's mind with sentences. Most of them were useless... except for one.

"

Esteemed immortal, have mercy! Please!

You had a senior among those war slaves, right? They haven't completely perished! I know how to revive them!

"

Hum!

The Dragon Sword stopped right above the wound at the dragon fiend's neck. Wang Sheng frowned at him. "

How can someone whose soul has scattered be revived?

"

Long Aotian's eyes shone brilliantly as he hurriedly replied, "

I'm telling the truth! When Tan Lang refined the war slaves to ensure obedience, he split their Primordial Spirit into two. A half was trapped in a specially made spiritual banner that was originally used to command ghosts and monsters. Restrictions sealed the memories of the other half, then returned them to their bodies.

That was how obedient war slaves were created! The portions of the Primordial Spirit trapped in the artifact are like remnant souls. They exist inside it as residual spirits and can absolutely be revived! Once the war slaves had reached the end of their lifespans, Tan Lang had intended to refine those souls into ghost generals! Currently, that banner is still stored in the Celestial Wind Sect; no one has touched it all this time!

"

Wang Sheng's arm trembled slightly. Immortal light then gathered at his side, within which appeared Yaoyun in her human form. The two only had to exchange a glance to reach a decision.