Perfect: I am Shi An from Shicun, and I am Huang’s brother!

Chapter 450 The King's Weapon Defeats the Supreme

"Qiang!"

The blade trembled slightly, and the dragon pattern fully revived. The coiled three-headed dragon seemed about to detach from the blade and soar into the heavens.

Then, a murderous will that transcended the laws of the heavens soared into the sky. Before the blade even moved, that very will caused the sword strike unleashed by the Wind Clan Supreme to falter, and an uncontrollable sense of terror and destruction surged from the depths of his heart.

Then, Shi An swung his knife with one arm, his movements simple and unadorned, without any fancy supernatural transformations, only the purest and most extreme power and sharpness!

"Shh!"

In an instant, a thin, hair-like cyan-gold blade of light appeared, like the first ray of light since the beginning of time, silently sweeping out.

Wherever it passed, it caused not just a simple tearing of space, but the annihilation of the "Tao"!

Spacetime collapsed layer by layer like crumpled rice paper, and the power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation and the intent of the creation of chaos merged perfectly, transforming into a dazzling river of swords that spanned eternity!
"clang!"

With a deafening roar, the Heavenly Wind Slashing Sword and the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade collided violently, the resulting celestial light causing everyone's eyes to bleed.

The Wind Clan Supreme was horrified to discover that his prized clan-protecting immortal artifact was cracking inch by inch under the opponent's blade. The crack on the sword was spreading wildly as if it were alive, and chaotic energy was gushing out like a flood bursting its banks!

"Impossible! This was left behind by our clan's immortal ancestor, how could it be..."

The Wind Clan Supreme's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead bulged like dragons. He frantically formed hand seals, and his life essence turned into blood-red runes that flowed into the sword, attempting to reforge the sword with his own life essence.

However, the Wheel of Reincarnation suddenly unleashed billions of chaotic threads, enveloping the entire battlefield in a realm where time stood still.

A cold, divine light flashed in Shi An's eyes, and the three-pointed double-edged sword suddenly erupted with a terrifying killing aura.

Not only that, the phantom of Yang Jian that appeared at the tip of the knife actually opened his vertical pupil!

"boom!"

At a glance, the sword light that pierced through the ages seemed to receive an invisible blessing, completely tearing the Heavenly Wind Slash Sword apart. The shattered fragments of the immortal artifact exploded into a sky full of sparks in the void.

"what!"

At the same time, the Wind Clan Supreme was also severely struck. He was blown tens of thousands of miles away by the aftershocks of the sword energy, crashing into dozens of floating immortal islands before finally coming to a stop.

He looked down at the empty right side, black divine blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with resentment and despair.

The Wind Clan Supreme struggled to prop up his broken body. Divine blood gushed from his severed right arm like a spring, each drop containing shattered Dao runes. It crashed to the ground, corroding a bottomless pit.

He stared intently at Shi An, his eyes like those of a dying beast, a mixture of overwhelming resentment, incomprehensible horror, and a trace of... fear from the depths of his soul.

"Wow~"

Another mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spurted out. The injuries suffered by the Supreme Dao Body were far beyond imagination. The killing aura of the three-pointed double-edged sword not only severed his arm, but also invaded his origin, frantically eroding his vitality and Dao fruit.

Lost!

Total defeat!
He, who had wielded the clan's sacred artifact and stood at the pinnacle of this realm for countless years, was utterly defeated by a junior in the Void Dao Realm, and even his sacred artifact was shattered!
This outcome far exceeded his expectations, shattering all his pride and beliefs.

"Ancestor!"

In the distance, all the disciples of the Wind Clan, whether they were the Old Ancestor Dunyi or those who were usually at the Heavenly God Realm, were kneeling on the ground, their heads bowed, their bodies trembling, as if facing the end of the world.

The celestial artifact was destroyed, and the supreme being had his arm severed...
This is not only a defeat, but also a symbol of the collapse of the clan's destiny!
The severely injured Ancestor Dunyi was ashen-faced, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes completely faded. The Wind Clan... is finished!

In the void, Shi An stood with his sword sheathed, the three-pointed double-edged blade trembling slightly, as if emitting a satisfied hum after drinking blood.

Above, the Wheel of Reincarnation slowly rotates, and the illusory images of the Six Paths of Reincarnation turn like a wheel, reflecting his figure, which is both demonic and divine at this moment.

Surrounded by chaotic energy, the twelve Law Gods and Demons floated behind him, like supreme rulers from the beginning of time, standing deep within the souls of all the Wind Clan members, suffocating them.

He did not pursue, but spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it shattered the last vestige of the Wind Clan's dignity.

"The Wind Clan is nothing special."

These six short words, like a celestial blade falling again, struck the hearts of all the Wind Clan members.

In an instant, the ancestral land of the Wind Clan was shrouded in blood mist, and amidst the broken peaks and cliffs, only the weeping of the wind could be heard.

Shi An sheathed his sword, but instead of dispelling the chaotic energy emanating from him, he raised his hand and plunged the three-pointed, double-edged sword into the void.

"Keng!"

Where the blade struck, the remaining boundary of the Wind Clan's small world, like a giant python pinned to its seven-inch mark, let out a final mournful cry before completely disintegrating into a sky full of bluish-gray.

In that bluish-gray hue, one could vaguely see the clan crests, ancestral precepts, and glory inscribed by the Wind Clan throughout the ages, all of which were crushed into dust by the sword energy and scattered with the wind.

The Wind Clan Supreme knelt in the center of the shattered island, his left arm supporting him, his hair disheveled. The starry sea in his eyes had long since been extinguished, leaving only a stagnant pool.

He opened his mouth as if to curse, but only vomited out more black blood and broken talismans.

In the distant sky, ancient divine thoughts were stirred, emanating from various forbidden ancestral lands and slumbering ancient stars.

"The inheritance of such beings as the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword and the Wheel of Reincarnation has actually appeared simultaneously in a junior human?!"

"Yang Jian, the Immortal King, and Samsara, the Immortal King, one cleaved the Boundary Sea, the other buried an era. How can their Daos coexist?"

"unless········"

An indescribable ancient entity suddenly fell silent, as if even "speculation" was something it was wary of.

As if sensing something, Shi An suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing through billions of miles, meeting the gazes of those divine thoughts one by one.

"Today, I am only fulfilling the promise made by the Goddess Liu, and for no other reason. Please do not make a mistake for yourselves!"

The young man's tone was calm, yet it caused the undercurrents of the heavens to pause.

"The Goddess of Willows?!"

This title seemed to possess some kind of forbidden magic, causing several of the most powerful divine thoughts, which carried the meaning of looking down on the cycle of eras, to tremble violently, as if pricked by invisible needles, and to retreat swiftly like a tide, not daring to linger for even a moment longer.

Clearly, the name "Willow Goddess" carries unimaginable weight and significance within the truly elite circles.

However, one or two extremely obscure divine thoughts, exuding an aura of decay and antiquity, hovered around the periphery of the shattered Wind Clan's small world with a hint of doubt and uncertainty. They were unwilling to retreat, yet deeply wary of the shadow that might exist behind Shi An, as well as the two Immortal King artifacts in his hands that were powerful enough to shake the foundation of an era.

Shi An ignored the prying eyes and instead returned to the ruins of the Wind Clan's ancestral land below, landing on the Wind Clan Supreme who was on the verge of death and whose Dao foundation had been almost completely destroyed.

(End of this chapter)