Xiao Chen frowned and turned his head to take a look. A large number of cultivators gathered at the exit of the passageway, fighting a spider-like ferocious beast with an extremely strange aura.
This ferocious beast was described as strange because although Xiao Chen could feel the horrifying aura coming from it, he could not sense any lifeforce at all.
"Interesting. It is actually a Demonic Puppet refined from an Astral Venom Spider. I want this Demonic Puppet."
When Nangong Qiong saw this ferocious beast, her bright eyes immediately revealed a trace of joy.
She casually waved her hand, and an elegant wooden umbrella appeared in her hand. The plain-looking umbrella gave off an ancient aura. Xiao Chen looked carefully and discovered several hundred arm-thick Heavenly Sage Laws around the umbrella.
"A high-quality Sage Grade Secret Treasure!"
Xiao Chen's pupils constricted, and intense shock flashed in his eyes. This girl was really mysterious. She could casually take out a high-quality Sage Grade Secret Treasure.
"Xiao Chen, be careful. Don't get betrayed by this girl. If I guessed correctly, she is definitely from a Sovereign Noble Clan. Her name might be a fake," Ao Jiao warned from the Immortal Spirit Ring.
Xiao Chen nodded and said calmly, "Don't worry. I have not used the Taiji Yinyang Flame Diagram or the Strength Character Formula. After all, she is not a Martial Sage. I still have some trump cards against her."
Nangong Qiong left very quickly and returned very quickly as well. In less than fifteen minutes, she returned to Xiao Chen's side.
An exquisite Astral Venom Spider appeared in her palm like a doll. After she put it away, she smiled and said, "Let's go. There seems to be a treasure in front that the Heavenly Roc Race's people did not take away. No wonder this group of people is so stubborn despite the obstruction of the Astral Venom Spider."
Hearing that there was a treasure, Xiao Chen took the lead. After passing through the entrance, the scene before him suddenly widened.
A vast palace with grand decorations appeared before Xiao Chen. The cultivators that came from the various entrances all gathered here.
Aside from the true inheritors of the six factions, the Fiend Race geniuses that Nangong Qiong paid special attention to — the Little Heavenly Monkey Feng and the Silver Moon Spirit Fox Xuan Yu — were also here.
However, it was very quiet at this moment. Heroes from all over had gathered together, but no one made a sound. The atmosphere was so quiet that it was a little strange.
In the center of the palace, there was a towering stone platform. On top of the stone platform, there was a pitch-black sword that exuded a chilling aura and a restrained brilliance. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary sword.
"Heavenly Ice Sword!"
Nangong Qiong exclaimed softly. Then, she came to a sudden realization and said, "So that's how it is. No wonder Yan Shisan would travel such a great distance to come here. I knew it. He mainly cultivates the Massacre Sword Dao. How could the map fragment be so attractive to him?"
The Heavenly Ice Sword was forged by the Heavenly Roc King using the source of the Heavenly Ice Star. Unfortunately, after it was forged, it lacked a bit of spirituality.
Heavenly Roc King was greatly disappointed. He had always shelved it, never using it.
The Heavenly Roc King did not think much of this sword, but in the eyes of others, it was a peerless treasure. As long as it could nurture an Artifact Spirit, it would become a high-grade Sub-Divine Weapon.
A fragment of a Sub-Divine Weapon of the Thunder King was able to attract the attention of a Martial Sage of Hunluo City.
Now, as long as it was nurtured properly, it could definitely become a Sub-Divine Weapon. Naturally, it went without saying how attractive it was.
Everyone wanted to obtain the Heavenly Ice Sword. However, no one dared to act rashly. The normally arrogant geniuses all became cautious.
Everyone knew that the bird that poked its head out would be shot. If they acted rashly now, they would definitely offend everyone and become the target of everyone's attacks.
Everyone was waiting for a chaotic situation so that they could make their move amidst the chaos.
"Hu chi!"
Amid this strange and quiet atmosphere, a black figure gently drifted over. This person did not care about the murderous gazes of the others as he casually stood on the stone platform.
This was a slender, young swordsman in black with a stern expression. This was the person that Nangong Qiong feared the most — Yan Shisan.
While the many geniuses did not dare to provoke the crowd and waited quietly, the black-clad swordsman calmly stood on the stone platform.
"Not bad. This is a good sword. I want it!"
The many geniuses stared at the black-clad swordsman with murderous intent. However, Yan Shisan ignored them. He stretched out his hand to grab the pitch-black sword hilt.
"Where did this nameless brat come from? How dare he speak nonsense here?!"
"The Heavenly Ice Sword is the treasure of our Heavenly Roc Race. No one is allowed to snatch it!"
Yan Shisan was not very famous here. Or rather, he was too famous. Without reaching a certain level, one would not know of his origins.
Seeing that Yan Shisan was going to grab the Heavenly Ice Sword, the three half-Sage old men of the Heavenly Roc Race immediately became enraged and quickly revealed their true forms.
The bones on their backs wiggled, and a pair of Heavenly Roc Wings unfurled. The wings flapped ferociously, kicking up a strong wind.
The three old men charged at Yan Shisan like a bolt of lightning with a towering flame burning in their eyes.
Yan Shisan's eyebrows twitched. He had not expected these three Heavenly Roc Race old men to be dissatisfied with him taking the Heavenly Ice Sword.
"Since you do not practice the sword, what is the point of having a sword? The greedy usually die the fastest."
Yan Shisan did not move at all. He glanced around and moved his fingers slightly. The buzzing of countless swords came from the air, linking together as if there were countless swords hidden in the air.
A strong and pure sword intent flowed everywhere in the air, forming a torrent of formless blades. The entire hall started trembling continuously.
The swords in the hands of several cultivators were about to fly out uncontrollably, causing these cultivators to panic.
"This is a peak Great Perfection sword intent!"
Someone exclaimed in disbelief, revealing a horrified expression. A peak Great Perfection sword intent was already infinitely close to perfection, able to condense a sword soul at any time.
This was something that several Martial Sages, who had lived for a hundred years, could not do. Unexpectedly, this youth did it.
Suddenly, Yan Shisan stopped moving his fingers, and the hidden swords in the air all stopped buzzing. The torrent of swords flowing everywhere also stopped moving at this moment.
Everything fell silent; not a single sound could be heard.
The huge difference seemed to cause others to have the misconception that the powerful and vast Sword Intent at the Advanced Stage earlier was not real.
Just as these doubts appeared in everyone's mind, Yan Shisan made his move and gently waved his hand.
"Boom!"
Countless crisp sounds connected together, forming a rumbling sound that resembled a tidal wave. The countless swords hidden in the void all stabbed out at the same time.
They gathered together and formed a berserk dragon made of swords. The body of the berserk dragon hummed with thousands of swords, and a boundless state of massacre spread out from it.
Bang! "
The massacre berserk dragon howled as it flew by. The various Martial Techniques executed by the three Heavenly Roc Race cultivators, who had revealed their true forms, vanished like smoke.
Sword lights shot out, and a scarlet light spread everywhere. Before the three old men could scream, they were sliced into countless spurts of blood.
The blood infused into the berserk dragon. A faint layer of blood mist dyed the berserk dragon made of sword lights, making it look like a blood dragon with overwhelming killing Qi.
Yan Shisan casually waved his hand and killed three half-Sages. The entire hall fell silent, dumbfounded.
"What exactly is this fellow's background?!"
The Yan Clan was a hidden Sovereign Noble Clan. Ordinary people would not know of such a clan. When facing the horrifying Yan Shisan, everyone thought hard but could not figure out where such an expert came from.
"Acting all mysterious. I, Wang Ying, will test you out."
A sinister wind blew and carried a figure towards Yan Shisan. It was Teng Peng, the top true inheritor of the Blood Shadow Sect, one of the six great sects of Hunluo Province.
When Yan Shisan saw Teng Peng in the sinister wind, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Interesting. There is finally someone using the sword, even though he does not cultivate the Righteous Dao."
Yan Shisan grasped his sword hilt with his right hand, not drawing his sword. He pointed forward, and a dense black sword Qi immediately shot out from the scabbard, moving as fast as a meteor.
The sword Qi contained the Massacre Sword Dao that could destroy everything. Everywhere it passed, even the air seemed to lose its lifeforce and wither.
"Ka ca!"
The sword Qi easily tore through the sinister wind, piercing through Teng Peng's protective Quintessence and the Superior Grade inner vest he wore before piercing through his body.
The black sword Qi spread out with a surging state of massacre. No matter how Teng Peng blocked, he could not suppress the aura of massacre that could destroy everything.
Teng Peng's complexion was as pale as paper. The sinister wind around him scattered, and he appeared fatigued and lifeless.
Unexpectedly, not only did this sword strike injure his physical body, but the sword Qi containing the Massacre Dao even injured his lifeforce.
"Young Master!"
The Blood Shadow Sect's half-Sage, Old Zhao, showed a startled expression as he quickly flew over and caught Teng Peng.
"Attack together!"
The few half-Sage Elders all showed furious expressions as they charged at Yan Shisan.
The Bone Mausoleum Hall's Wang Ying and the Magnificent Fiend Hall's Xiang Fei hesitated for a moment before leading their half-Sage Elders over as well.
If they did not attack now and were defeated by Yan Shisan, they would no longer have a chance to obtain the Heavenly Ice Sword.
Yan Shisan smiled faintly as he looked at the twenty-odd half-Sages flying over, not showing any fear. He did not even draw his black sword, just casually brandishing it. "Buzz! Buzz!
Buzz! "
Yan Shisan's Veritable Essence Energy surged, and the scabbard danced. Under his guidance, berserk dragons made of the Massacre Dao surged in all directions.
The swords buzzed endlessly in the hall, sounding like a flowing waterfall. A strong wind howled and shook the surroundings. The various half-Sages could not even block the berserk sword dragons, much less approach Yan Shisan.
He fought against so many half-step Saints all by himself, and he didn't even have to draw his sword.
Xiao Chen appeared slightly stunned. This fellow is really strong. Of the seven giants, only An Junxi can compete with him. If Xiao Chen can put some distance between them, his First Senior Sister might have a chance of victory.
As for the other giants, if they did not have any fortuitous encounters in the past few months, none of them would be a match for him.
No wonder that Nangong Qiong treated him as her greatest opponent.
Xiao Chen thought, Fortunately, I practice the saber and not the sword. There is no need to fight with this person. Otherwise, I would have to expose all my trump cards.
No swordsman could resist the temptation of the Heavenly Ice Sword. If Xiao Chen practiced the sword, no matter how strong Yan Shisan was, he would fight for it.
Even if he could not defeat Yan Shisan, he would do his best. Otherwise, it would be hard to avoid regret. A powerful treasure sword was not something one could come across at any time.
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