"How do we break it?" Yin Yao asked anxiously.
"You can't break it unless you have a power that surpasses the Ten Thousand Killing Prison. I'm afraid this Ten Thousand Killing Prison requires the power of a Gold Star." Yin Xuan sighed.
"This …"
For a moment, the faces of the Tiangang Sword Sect disciples were pale.
Could Zhou Yang really survive the Ten Thousand Killing Prison, which was as powerful as his?
"Wuhen, you've won in the end …" Tang Yu heaved a sigh of relief, his eyes filled with pride. This battle wasn't just a battle between Jian Wuhen and Zhou Yang, it was also a battle between him and Tang Yuewu.
She was going to win now.
She could not help but look at Tang Yuewu, who was looking at Zhou Yang worriedly.
"Zhou Yang, I only hope that you can survive. Winning or losing really doesn't matter …"
Their moods could be said to be completely opposite. One only wanted to win, even if she had to pay a heavy price, while the other only wanted her man to survive.
"He will definitely lose, and he will definitely die. The winner belongs to me and Wuhen," Tang Yu shouted. At the same time, Jian Wuhen could only act in the Ten Thousand Killing Field.
Blood-colored longswords gathered in the air with a dense murderous aura.
They were all swords, but Zhou Yang could feel the terrifying power in the blood-colored longswords. Each attack was probably comparable to the Five Elements Converging Sword.
He might be able to block one or two swords, or even ten or eight swords, but he definitely could not block the thousands of swords in the sky.
"Zhou Yang, I paid the price of decades of my life. If you don't die today, the heavens will not forgive you."
At this moment, Jian Wuhen regained his arrogance. It was impossible for him to lose in the Ten Thousand Killing Field.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh …
Hundreds of swords gathered, forming a long blood dragon. There were nine similar blood dragons …
There were a total of ten blood sword dragons.
No matter how strong one's body was, it was impossible to block these ten blood dragons.
In the eyes of the crowd, this scene was almost inexplicable. Zhou Yang would definitely die.
However, at this moment, Zhou Yang's mouth suddenly curled into a smile.
Finally, he could use that move!
Zhou Yang lifted the blue longsword, and the wind suddenly stopped.
In an instant, the swords in everyone's hands trembled again. However, this trembling was different from the last time Jian Wuhen had used the Ten Thousand Converging Sword. This time, it was submission and worship.
The spiritual sword had a spirit, and it would also submit to the king.
An invisible pressure spread out from Zhou Yang's body and quickly spread through the Ten Thousand Killing Sword Prison to the entire Martial Hall.
For a moment, swords, sabers, axes, and even the battle flags erected in the Martial Arts Arena began to vibrate.
"This is …"
Rock Pan was startled, then overjoyed.
"How could I forget? How could I forget that Zhou Yang still has that move … Haha …" Yan Pan laughed loudly. Soon after, Yin Xuan also laughed. Only the disciples behind them were puzzled.
"Hmph, it's the King's Might again. Do you think I care? My Myriad Sword Slaughter Domain doesn't fear the King's Might."
Jian Wuhen's eyes narrowed. In the next moment, he waved his longsword. Ten blood sword dragons flew towards Zhou Yang with ear-piercing sword cries.
"Stop!"
Zhou Yang only shouted one word.
After this word was spoken, the ten blood sword dragons suddenly rushed into the sky and circled around Zhou Yang's sword. Finally, they stopped moving.
The King's Sword!
For a moment, everyone was speechless as they stared at the spectacular scene in the sky.
What kind of power could make thousands of terrifying blood swords as obedient as babies …
"The King's Sword, the King of swords. I am the King, and all swords submit to me!"
After saying that, Zhou Yang closed his eyes.
After completing the five major Sword Principles, he had finally comprehended the King's Sword. However, this was the first time he had used it. Moreover, the King's Sword had yet to unleash its true power.
In his sea of consciousness, the mental strength that had condensed into the shape of a sword emitted an invisible power. This was the source of the King's Sword's power.
However, this mental strength sword was tightly connected to the Heaven Vault in his body.
The Heaven Vault was also known as the Divine Vault. Once it was completely opened, it would merge with the mental strength to form a true mental world.
Although his Heaven Vault had yet to be opened, it didn't mean that it was useless.
With a thought, the Heaven Vault flashed with a golden light. The next moment, the sky turned dark!
Immediately after, a golden sun rose from the east. The moment the sun appeared, cracks appeared in Jian Wuhen's Myriad Sword Slaughter Domain.
Kacha …
The cracks became more and more obvious. When the sun completely revealed itself, it finally collapsed. Jian Wuhen plopped to the ground.
"The power of Quintessential Yang, the King's Sword. How is this possible? How is this possible …" Jian Nameless Sword looked at the golden sun in the east in horror.
The power of Quintessential Yang was a power unique to the royal family. As for the King's Sword, it was a mystic technique that even the royal family might not be able to grasp.
At that moment, both of them were gathered in Zhou Yang's body.
"The sun rises in the east, the King is invincible. I, Zhou Yang, am the only genius in the south!"
When he opened his eyes, the sun vanished. The blood swords fell from the sky like rain, turning into droplets of blood when they landed on the ground.
Jian Wuhen knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with despair.
He had been defeated. He had been defeated by Zhou Yang, whom he had once thought nothing of. Furthermore, he had been utterly defeated.
I, Zhou Yang, am the only genius in the south …
Those words lingered in his mind like a nightmare. He should have been the one to say those words. The person who had spoken those words should have been him.
"No … It can't be. This can't be true. This can't be true!" Jian Wuhen shouted hysterically. His expression was ferocious.
The higher one stood, the more painful it would be when they fell.
Jian Wuhen had undoubtedly fallen from the clouds.
"Wuhen, victory and defeat are commonplace. What's the big deal about a single defeat? We can always kill our way back in the future." Jian Nameless Sword loudly spoke.
"Right … that's right. I still have a chance. I have the Myriad Swords Mountain Manor, I have powerful resources, and I have a Heavenly Dipper Astral Soul. My future potential is limitless."
After some time, Jian Wuhen's eyes lit up with hope once more. He stood up and stared at Zhou Yang, "Zhou Yang, you have won today. But next time, I will definitely kill you. I definitely will!"
After speaking, Jian Wuhen clutched his chest as he staggered back.
"Do you think there will be a next time?"
The cold voice was like a sharp arrow, causing Jian Wuhen's entire body to turn cold. He turned and asked, "What? You still dare to kill me?"
"I do and I don't dare?"
"Hmph, I'm the young master of the Myriad Swords Mountain Manor. Unless you don't want to live anymore, you don't want the Tang Clan and everyone in your Heavenly Dipper Sword Sect to die."
Jian Wuhen seemed to be filled with even more confidence as he spoke. He coldly laughed, "Zhou Yang, you and I are ultimately different. Behind me stands the royal clan while behind you is a bunch of trash that will soon be eliminated by this world. Hence, even if I lose, you won't dare to kill me. But if you lose, you will die for sure."
"Oh? What if I dare? "
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