The world of martial arts, the immortal swordsman in the mortal realm.

Chapter 247 Extra 10, My Immortal-Slaying Sword!

On the projection screen, a scene resembling a fantasy movie was playing—

A young man dressed in a long black overcoat and wearing sunglasses strolled leisurely across the open field, surrounded by the constant explosions of artillery shells. Sometimes the mud pillars that erupted were inches away from him, and sometimes the blazing flames even engulfed him completely.

But in the next instant, the young man stepped out of the smoke and flames, his clothes and hair perfectly in place.

Soon, tanks and armored vehicles appeared ahead, their main guns, machine guns, and light and heavy machine guns firing wildly. Shells and bullets rained down on the young man. He calmly raised his hand, clenched his fist, and a long sword flashing with a blazing white light appeared out of thin air in his palm.

Then, the young man's arm moved in a blur, and the sword light intertwined to form a curtain. Bullets and cannonballs all shattered on the sword light curtain, and a layer of metal carpet was laid in front of and to the sides of the young man.

The young man walked on the metal carpet, when suddenly his figure blurred and disappeared into thin air.

When the camera captured the young man again, a main battle tank had been torn to pieces and then exploded. The young man, with his back to the towering flames and steel fragments, calmly walked towards another tank.

Five armed helicopters took to the sky and opened fire.

The young man looked up at the sky, and suddenly five sword-shaped bolts of lightning descended from the sky, instantly turning the five helicopters into flames.

The young man threw his longsword into the sky. The sword split into dozens of illusory sword shadows, which then transformed into a sky full of rainbows, piercing through all the tanks and armored vehicles and blasting them into pieces.

Finally, a five-foot-long, thick-spineed broadsword appeared in the young man's hand. He plunged the sword into the ground, and the earth began to tremble and crack. The heavily fortified military camp in front of him was rapidly destroyed in the violent tremor...

The image on the screen froze in time.

The indoor lights came on, illuminating fourteen middle-aged and elderly men and women.

The middle-aged man sitting in the central seat had a solemn expression. He glanced around at the other thirteen people seated on either side of the long table and said in a deep voice:
"As you all can see, Lu Chen knows how to use a sword."

"Are you sure he's using a sword?"

An elderly man with a goatee, looking gloomy and with skin covered in wrinkles and age spots, said in a low voice:
"Perhaps, the sword is just a tool to assist in the use of superpowers?"

Another woman, who looked young and beautiful but had crow's feet around her eyes, sneered:
"Why should Elder Wu harbor any illusions and deceive himself? Isn't Lu Chen's performance in the video clear enough? He was using a sword!"

"Sword..."

Old Wu sighed with regret:
"It's just that we're unwilling to accept it... How many times have we tried? How many people have died? Yet no one has obtained the power of the sword. What is that kid? What makes him think he can wield the power of the sword?"

"No matter what methods that kid surnamed Lu used, the fact is that he has indeed mastered the power of the sword."

The man in the middle seat, who was in the main position, said in a low voice:
"What this means, I think you all know better than anyone else."

Thirteen middle-aged and elderly men and women remained silent, each with an extremely solemn expression.

They are the current heads of the thirteen founding families of the Jing Kingdom.

The middle-aged man in the main seat is the current ruler of the State of Jing.

These fourteen families all possess the power of "gods".

The reason they were able to steal the power of the "god" was because of the existence of the "sword".

The sword suppressed every deity, placing them in a state of slumber that was neither alive nor dead.

Therefore, the royal families and founding clans who control the secret realm can steal the power of the gods through various means.

But each theft angers God, causing Him to briefly awaken.

However, every time the god was awake or not, the "sword" would appear and ruthlessly suppress the god.

For these aristocratic families, the "sword" indirectly protected them, allowing them to steal the power of the gods with peace of mind.

But they stole the power of the gods not to fight against monsters or evil gods.

Although they would fight against the monsters, it was only to protect their "property" and to compete for dominance in the "sacrifice"—the monsters were born from the energy of evil gods, and their devouring of humans was essentially a sacrifice for the "gods".

But to these rulers, the hundreds of millions of people were merely cattle and sheep they raised.

We can slaughter cattle and sheep to please the gods, so why should you monsters take our cattle and sheep to sacrifice to the gods?

Yes, these top families, even if they don't transform, need to offer sacrifices every year, otherwise the stolen bloodline will gradually degenerate.

In order to maintain the bloodline.

Every year, each person with "divine blood" needs to sacrifice between one hundred and one thousand people, depending on the concentration and level of their bloodline.

From the founding of the nation to the present day, beneath the thrones of royalty and founding families, mountains of bones have long since accumulated.

Human greed is endless.

The power of the gods is indeed great, but compared to the divine sword that suppresses all the gods, what is the power of the gods?
If possible, they would prefer to obtain the power of the "sword".

pity.

No matter how hard they tried, they could not steal even a trace of the sword's power.

Forget about stealing power, he couldn't even try to touch the sword.

All the "warriors" who dared to touch the sword paid the ultimate price.

Even when a god is agitated, the illusory sword shadow that suddenly appears and plunges the god back into slumber is deadly to anyone who touches it.

just now.

Someone actually appeared who could wield a "sword"...

“If we let him actually get the ‘sword,’ we will lose everything.”

A dignified-looking old man said coldly:
"The sword is the nemesis of gods. A mere phantom sword shadow can suppress a god within a secret realm. The reason why the gods have not been completely annihilated is likely because the divine sword has no master."

"If that kid surnamed Lu becomes the 'Sword Master' and completely kills all the gods, our divine bloodline will probably completely fade away, leaving us without any divine power. Even if he can't completely kill the gods, he probably won't let us, those of divine bloodline, go..."

“That’s right. That brat surnamed Lu is full of treachery. He just gained power and then recklessly killed my Pei family’s descendants, showing no respect for hierarchy whatsoever! If such a person were to gain even greater power, I don’t even want to think what he might do!”

"That kid's strength is already terrifying! Who among you can charge head-on into a military base of more than 5,000 people with such ease? Even if I transform, I can't do it."

“That’s right. We could all destroy a military base with over five thousand people, but only if there’s no expert of equal strength stationed there, and we’d have to sneak in first to disable heavy artillery and other heavy firepower. But that kid surnamed Lu, he actually managed to charge head-on through heavy artillery bombardment…”

"Those surnamed Lu must die. Otherwise, the Great Jing Kingdom will sooner or later be ruled by the Lu!"

"That guy surnamed Lu definitely deserves to die. The question is, who will do it, and how?"

"Three juniors of my Pei family have already died at his hands!"

"My granddaughter Yixin was also killed by him!"

“Killing Lu Chen is not a matter for one family or one clan. It is probably impossible to deal with the Lu family by the strength of just one or two families. All families will have to contribute.”

"That's right. This time, all fourteen of us must send our strongest forces. No one can afford to cheat or shirk responsibility. Also, all the superpowered individuals under each family, regardless of their strength, must be conscripted!"

Just as the discussion was in full swing...

A voice younger than all others suddenly rang out:
"The King of Jing and the heads of the thirteen founding families gathered together to discuss how to deal with me. I am truly flattered..."

Upon hearing this, all conversation in the room abruptly ceased. Everyone stared in astonishment at the tall young man in a long black trench coat who had appeared out of nowhere.

It was none other than Lu Chen!

"Lu Chen!"

A middle-aged woman trembled, looking at him with a terrified expression:
"How...how did you get in?"

This is an underground fortress deep within the royal palace.

Not only is the gate heavily guarded, but it is also protected by the kingdom's most elite royal guards and the latest technological weapons.

How did Lu Chen find out about this place?
How did they get in?
In their shock and horror, everyone unconsciously looked towards the conference room door.

The gate was tightly shut, with no sign of it being opened.

Teleport?

However, even if one could teleport instantly, they would still need to know the coordinates of the conference room to enter.

Is there a traitor?
“You people all exude a strong and corrupt aura of evil gods, and each of you has a different approach. When you gather together, you shine like a lighthouse.”

Lu Chen walked to the long table, looked around at everyone, and said calmly:

"I just stepped into the capital and 'saw' you. Out of curiosity, I came to see what was going on. I didn't expect to arrive at such a good time and stumble upon such a 'grand event'."

After merging with the sword shadow that suppressed the skeletal evil god in the Great Green Mountain Secret Realm, Lu Chen became exceptionally sensitive to the aura of evil gods. Upon arriving in the capital, he immediately spotted hundreds of evil god auras, all of whom were members of the royal family and the thirteen founding families with evil god bloodlines.

The most dazzling of them all was the meeting place of the king and the thirteen heads of the family.

As Lu Chen said, their evil god bloodline was the most concentrated and the most corrupt, and it also had fourteen different kinds of energy.

Lu Chen naturally had to come over and check on the situation immediately.

With his ability to traverse the void, the supposedly formidable defenses of this underground fortress were utterly useless.

"Lu Chen".

The king took a deep breath and asked in a calm tone:
"what do you want?"

"What do I want?"

Lu Chen smiled:
Doesn't the ruler have any idea what's going on?

"You want to overthrow our rule?"

The king also shook his head:
"You may be able to overthrow the existing order, but are you prepared to take over the Jing Kingdom and establish a new order? Or..."

He stared intently at Lu Chen and slowly said:
"You only care about destruction, not construction. After you overthrow us, no matter how chaotic Jing Kingdom becomes, whether it's warlord conflicts or demons running rampant, you won't care at all?"

Another old man said earnestly:

"Young man, ruling a country is not so easy."

"If the top echelons of a country are suddenly wiped out, have you thought about how much chaos it will cause? Have you thought about how chaotic Jingguo will become? Have you thought about how many innocent old people and children will die because of this?"
“I know you have many complaints about us, but these can be discussed.”

"If you think we've done anything wrong, we can fix it. If you think our sons are too arrogant, we'll discipline them strictly. We can even put the 'Ministry of Supervision' in your hands, making you the chief supervisor to oversee all officials and control the powerful families..."

The king also looked sincere:
"You will also oversee the royal family. However, if there are any illegal acts that warrant execution according to the law, you may execute them first and report later. Furthermore, whatever you want, we can give it to you."

Lu Chen chuckled:
"Are the conditions really that generous? Weren't you just threatening to kill me before?"

The king was not ashamed at all:

"Times have changed. If you insist on causing chaos, we are not without the power to fight you to the death. However, if we really fight each other, it will not be good for you, for us, for the Jing Kingdom, or for all the common people."

"In that case, why don't we each take a step back? We'll give you everything you want and correct everything you dislike. In return, you should tone down your youthful impetuosity and give us some face. How about that?"

Lu Chen shook his head and chuckled:

"Do you really think that without you, the Jing Kingdom will descend into chaos? You noble families are nothing but bloodsucking vines clinging to the great tree of the Jing Kingdom."

“Even if the Jing Kingdom is thrown into turmoil for a while after you are eradicated, with me holding the sword and standing guard, how far can the turmoil go?”

"And the administrators, technical officials, and talented individuals from all walks of life who truly maintain the operation and drive the development of the Jing Kingdom will naturally establish a new order for the Jing Kingdom, and the future of the Jing Kingdom will become even brighter and more glorious..."

Upon hearing this, the king and the thirteen heads of households all changed color.

The king was still trying to salvage the situation:

"Lu Chen, don't you want to know where the Divine Sword is? Only we in the vast Jing Kingdom know where it is! And it's not a secret realm exclusive to Jing Kingdom; it's a secret realm shared by all countries in the world. Without our guidance, you simply cannot enter..."

Lu Chen smiled:

"You actually thought I wouldn't be able to find the divine sword..."

He raised his right hand, and sword light shone from his palm:
"But in reality, I already... have it in my hand!"

"Lu Chen!"

The patriarch let out a wild roar, his eyes turning completely black. The powerful and violent mental impact was like a soul bomb, slamming into Lu Chen's mind.

But Lu Chen merely glanced at it, and the "Heart Sword" transformed into a fleeting sword light that did not exist in reality. It easily cleaved through the mental impact like cutting through waves, and then attacked the mind of the family head in the opposite direction. With just one strike, it completely shattered his soul.

But when the head of the household lay on the ground, his eyes lifeless.

An illusory, ancient longsword had emerged in Lu Chen's palm.

Although it looked like just a phantom, when Lu Chen closed his five fingers, it was as if he were holding a real object, and he grasped the sword shadow in one go.

As soon as this sword comes out.

The "divine bloodline" of the king and the heads of the various families immediately trembled, and the "transformation" that was halfway through was instantly reduced to its original form.

Looking at that illusory sword shadow that could suppress his "divine bloodline" with just its aura.

The king and the heads of the various families were filled with despair, and there was no longer any hope in their hearts.

"It really is... a sword!"

In the wailing sound.

The sword flashed angrily, instantly filling the entire conference room.

this day.

Sword shadows soared into the sky from the royal palace, releasing a shower of sword light that fell upon all parts of the capital.

All members of the royal family and the thirteen founding families who possessed the bloodline of the evil god were locked onto by the sword light and instantly turned to ashes...

(End of this chapter)