Tong Yan told the Underworld Master that Taiping Zhenren had underestimated someone. The Underworld Master thought he was referring to Jingyang, but he was actually referring to the Broadsword King, Cao Yuan.
Like most mortals and Cultivation practitioners in Chaotian, they would think of this name as soon as the world was on the brink of destruction.
No matter how high the Immortal Jingyang and the Immortals Tan and Bai were, their Cultivation states were imperceptible.
Cao Yuan was different. He was the disciple experiencing the mortal world of the Guocheng Temple and had been in the human world for a great many years, leading the Windy-Broadsword Church in killing the demons and resisting the Snowy Kingdom.
He guarded the wind and snow alone and protected the human race. Everybody could see his prowess and fearlessness.
Yet, not many people had seen his true appearance. He had been staying in that small temple the entire time. He went to the snowland to fight the Queen every time he came out of the temple, but he was defeated a few times.
Those who crossed the doorsill and entered the small temple could only hear his voice and see the golden Buddha statue, but they didn't know where he was.
The clouds broke apart that day, and the sunlight shone on the ocean. The ocean waves rolled down to the bottom of the ocean soundlessly. The demons leaped out of the transparent wall of water and headed toward the huge Buddha statue in the Huge Whirlpool while uttering sad cries and cheers of relief … It turned out that the golden Buddha statue in the small temple was Cao Yuan himself!
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The Guocheng Temple and the Baotong Zen Temple and the Shui Yue Nunnery also worshiped the Buddha statue; but there was no Buddha in this world.
Cao Yuan had the world in his heart and was unparalleled in his bravery, so he became the Buddha statue.
When Cao Yuan held the iron broadsword and pointed it at the snowland in the north or the endless ocean surface that looked like a huge wall, the Buddha became the Broadsword King.
It was not that the Broadsword King was more powerful than the Buddha, but that he was more capable of fighting.
The dark clouds dispersed abruptly, and the rainstorm abated. Only a few drops of water were still falling down.
Countless blue electric arcs hovered around Cao Yuan's body, and then gradually disappeared.
In the higher sky, the Dark Phoenix flapped his wings to disperse the annoying electric arcs. Looking at the Buddha statue in the Huge Whirlpool below, a bewildered expression showed in his eyes.
This person was severely wounded in the fight with the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom and couldn't leave the small temple. When did he recover? And why did he feel that he was even more powerful than rumored? No matter how powerful he was, how could he travel tens of thousands of miles from White Town to the depths of the ocean in such a short time?
Normally, the Dark Phoenix would turn around and flee without hesitation when he saw Cao Yuan appear, relying on his superior movement and speed to stay as far away from him as possible.
Today was different. It had to stay here to preside over the Heavenly Slaying Formation. More importantly, since it was the master of the Heavenly Slaying Formation, it was confident that it could defeat the other party.
Even though he was said to be the strongest man in Chaotian, he had no choice but to be destroyed in the face of this Great Formation that could alter the passage of heaven and earth.
The gale was howling, and the colorful feathers were ruffled by the wind, looking like innumerable wild flowers blooming. A soundless shriek came out from the beak of the Dark Phoenix, spreading toward the surface of the ocean.
Those demon beasts, who had long been branded by Taiping Zhenren in the depths of their spiritual souls, could not resist the order at all. Drawing countless white lines on the surface of the ocean, they sped up and rushed towards the huge whirlpool. Innumerable deep ditches were left in the blue ocean water, and the backs of the mountain-like demons could be vaguely seen in the ditches.
The demons kept on leaping out from the huge transparent walls around the huge whirlpool, heading toward the center of the whirlpool amid the booming sounds of the water.
The seawater dropped down like a waterfall, heading toward the deep and gloomy underground. Hundreds of huge rocks were suspended in midair, bearing the impact of the seawater. It seemed that a rainstorm was falling in the distant places.
Cao Yuan stood on a rock suspended in midair.
The seawater washed his wounded face, like the rainwater washed a broken Buddha statue.
Looking at the demons coming from all directions, Cao Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't look solemn; instead, he looked a bit delighted.
The huge body of the Buddha looked small in comparison to those huge demons, and it seemed that he was on the verge of being drowned by them.
Crack!!! An exceedingly bright broadsword light illuminated the bottom of the huge whirlpool and the seawater falling down from the sky. It even shone into the deep part of the ocean, revealing more huge dark figures.
Dozens of painful and despairing screams and muffled buzzing sounds rang out, suppressing the booming sounds of the seawater in a short time.
Countless straight cracks appeared on the smooth skin of those demons, which were as hard as steel, and a great deal of fresh blood shot out from the cracks.
The seawater was dyed red instantly. Those demons were turned into meat chunks, falling down into the abyss in tandem.
More demons came to the surroundings of the huge whirlpool. They broke through the waterfall-like seawater and continued dashing toward Cao Yuan with the help of the flowing water.
Feeling tired, Cao Yuan sat down on the rock suspended in midair and waved his hand a few times.
The iron broadsword broke through the air and slashed at the demons who were falling down like flying rocks with a loud boom.
The booming sounds sounded like the thunder in the sky, or the sound of the seawater crashing down on the rocks one thousand feet high; but they were actually the sound of the snowy mountains collapsing.
The bright broadsword light traveled around the huge whirlpool at an unimaginably fast speed, forming a white band of light, looking like a flying snowflake.
Those demons had incredible strength and some of them even had magic prowess. Even a swordsman in the Broken Sea State would have a hard time killing them; but none of them could pass through the broadsword light.
The dreadful screams of the demons could be heard amid the booming sounds, and the seawater was dyed red.
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The seawater was dyed red by the blood, but it was soon diluted by more seawater, turning blue and clear; soon, it was dyed red again.
The deaths in the huge whirlpool didn't stop. Countless demons had been killed by the iron broadsword. The corpses of the demons falling down into the abyss were as numerous as the raindrops. The onlookers wondered if the passage of heaven and earth would be blocked by the falling corpses.
The seawater kept flowing down. It was the most magnificent waterfall in this world.
Cao Yuan had killed many demons that day, even more than Liu Ci had killed in the Muddy River that night.
The demons kept jumping out of the ocean and dying one after another.
The blood with a fishy smell dyed the seawater red, as well as Cao Yuan's body red.
No benevolence could be seen on his face, and no divine intent could be sensed from his body. All he did was kill the demons silently, just like what he had done in the snowland over the years.
The seawater splashed into the rocks and the cliff at the bottom of the huge whirlpool, turning into countless foam, looking no different from the snow on the snowland.
After a long while, no more demons leaped out of the huge transparent wall, and the deaths stopped for the time being.
The dark clouds gathered again in the high sky, and the sunlight was gone. The rainstorm fell down, and the seawater rumbled. The blood color faded away.
Sitting on the floating rocks, Cao Yuan looked like a true Buddha who had seen through the mortal affairs with a calm expression and a calm expression in his eyes.
"Do you think it's enough?"
The cold voice of the Dark Phoenix came down from the high sky. "It's said that the Underworld controls the demons to create chaos in Chaotian; but nobody knows that it's a trick of the Immortal. He has been sending these demons to the ground hundreds of years ago to help them multiply in the deep part of the ocean. The number of demons is unimaginably high now. How many more broadswords can you wield? A few hundred? A few thousand or tens of thousands? Not to mention that the more demons you kill and the more blood sacrifices you offer, the more powerful the Heavenly Slaying Formation will be. Even if you are Cao Yuan, how long can you hold on? "
Cao Yuan looked at the top of the Huge Whirlpool. Countless droplets of blood gradually appeared and connected into countless lines, forming an extremely complicated, evil, and terrifying grand formation. Was this the Heavenly Slaying Formation that the Bloody Demon Church couldn't set up back then?
"You're the strongest swordsman in the world. Is it worth it to die because of those mortals?"
The regretful and malicious voice of the Dark Phoenix echoed between the sky and the ocean.
More than ten high-level Demonic Beasts broke through the waterfall, and with a powerful pressure, they pounced towards the floating reef.
Cao Yuan raised his right hand.
The iron broadsword flew back.
He held the iron broadsword and thrust it into the ground in front of him.
The rocks suddenly broke into pieces, shooting out in all directions along with the air waves.
Those demons turned into lumps of flesh again, falling into the Abyss along with the bloody rain.
"It's not a matter of whether it's worth it or not; it's a matter of me."
Cao Yuan was covered in blood, looking like a bloody Buddha.
Much of the blood belonged to the demons, but some of it was his own.
Even though he was the unparalleled Broadsword King Cao Yuan, he had paid an unimaginable price to come here from White Town.
It was something even Jing Jiu couldn't do.
"You're a bird, so you don't understand. What I mean is that I'm me this way; otherwise, I'd be dead."
Cao Yuan's voice echoed between the sky and the ocean.
It sounded like a bell.
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