I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

At the summit of Kunlun, 20,000 miles away, Ouyang Qianjue's casual flick of the sword, when it descended across space, had already expanded into a solidified galaxy composed purely of compressed cyan-gold sword light.

The sword energy shot out from Kunlun, tearing through the clouds for 20,000 kilometers in an instant.

The air defense radars of the dozen or so major cities passing below all went off at full speed at this moment, and the piercing alarms resounded throughout half of the Dragon Kingdom.

Countless people looked up in horror as a vacuum trench hundreds of kilometers wide was carved out of the sky.

"boom--!"

The kilometer-long dark red crystal blood dragon had only swooped halfway down when it crashed solidly into the torrent of cyan-gold sword energy.

Time seemed to freeze for a second, followed by an explosion of devastating light and heat.

The blinding light completely illuminated the sky above the entire Wind City.

"What... kind of power is that?"

On the desolate ground below, Zhang Yue gripped the bricks and stones on the edge of the city wall with both hands.

He stopped breathing completely, and his mind went blank.

The army of Blood Machine Symbiotes, which was originally frantically fighting in the buffer zone, and the hundreds of thousands of Exploding Spiders were all crushed to the ground in large swathes by this invisible pressure that fell from the sky.

The surface of the extraordinary alloy armor, which was tens of centimeters thick, instantly cracked open like a spider web.

This is just the aftershock of the high-altitude energy collision.

Let's return our perspective to above 10,000 meters.

The terrifying pressure surrounding Lu Changming, who was at the center of the explosion, suddenly eased.

The flesh-and-blood prison that bound him was directly smashed into nothingness by the sudden appearance of the azure-gold sword light.

The kilometer-long dark red crystal blood dragon had its head, formed by the compressed blood law, completely flattened the moment it came into contact with the sword's edge.

Immediately afterwards, a ring-shaped energy fault violently spread outward from the collision center.

The space emitted a series of cracking sounds, like shattering glass.

Centered on the point of impact, a vacuum area within a radius of ten kilometers collapsed instantly, revealing a pitch-black void behind it.

Before the terrifying suction force could even take effect, it was forcibly shattered by two energies that exceeded the limits of the ninth rank.

The cyan-gold sword energy transformed into a galaxy waterfall hundreds of meters wide, hanging upside down above Wind City.

"That's impossible!"

Below on the battlefield, the crimson sky was divided into two perfectly symmetrical halves.

Half of it was a churning sea of ​​blood-red clouds, and the other half was a dazzling blue-gold sea of ​​light.

Two colors clashed wildly on the dome.

Zhang Yue slumped on the city wall of Fengcheng, gulping down the scorching air.

All that remained on his retina was the sword beam that pierced the heavens and the earth. On the system panels of the tens of thousands of heavily armored fortresses around him, the energy detector values ​​went off the charts, and red warning boxes filled the screen like snowflakes.

Lu Changming hovered in mid-air, panting heavily.

A tingling sensation spread through my newly regenerated right arm.

The sword energy grazed past his head, shattering the spatial cage and evaporating all the blood poison that had invaded his body.

Above Wind City, the vacuum fault line, stretching for hundreds of kilometers, was still spewing out violent turbulent currents.

The tsunami of cyan-gold sword energy gradually dissipated, but the bone-chilling sharpness that remained in the air scraped against the outer armor of tens of thousands of heavily armored fortresses on the ground, producing a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

Zhang Yue's mouth was wide open; he didn't even dare to wipe the cold sweat forced out of his forehead by the pressure of the sword.

This gave him, a sixth-level martial artist, the illusion that his soul was being torn apart.

A ninth-tier expert, terrifying indeed!

That sword strike just now could have wiped the entire Wind City off the map completely.

Right in the center of everyone's sight, the space that had just healed suddenly stopped flowing.

Above the previously empty clouds, a long, slender sword suddenly pierced through the barrier of the void.

Immediately afterwards, an aged figure, as if stepping on an invisible staircase, slowly and leisurely stepped out from the summit of Kunlun Mountain, 20,000 miles away.

The old man made no extra movements, simply hanging the unsheathed longsword back at his waist.

But the moment his feet were firmly planted on the ground above Wind City.

boom!

The dozen or so surviving animatronic behemoths that were struggling and roaring in the wasteland had their kneecaps shattered on the spot, and their massive bodies crashed into the ground, creating deep craters.

On the suspended platform, Prince Xue Li's pupils suddenly contracted to needle-like sizes.

"Ouyang Qianjue..."

Xue Li knew the true nature of the human before him.

The number one swordsman in the Dragon Kingdom, and the number one killer in the last hundred years.

Lu Changming clutched his newly grown right arm, his chest heaving.

He looked up at that figure, and his tense nerves finally got a moment's respite.

Spanning 20,000 kilometers, and defeating a mid-stage ninth-tier opponent with a single sword strike, this is the true pillar of the Dragon Kingdom.

With his hands behind his back, Ouyang Qianjue's gaze swept across the dilapidated wilderness defense line below, finally settling on the grotesque mountain of flesh, two kilometers in diameter.

His gaze lingered on the mother nest for half a second before returning to Prince Bloodthirsty.

"Bloodlust".

"You're still living too comfortably."

"How dare you set foot in the Dragon Kingdom!"

"Ouyang Qianjue, enough nonsense. If you really want to fight, I'm ready!"

Xue Li's arrogant voice exploded in the sky above Fengcheng.

But his left hand, which was behind his back, was trembling slightly.

That sword strike that spanned 20,000 miles just now directly obliterated his thousand-meter-long blood-fiend dragon.

That was a product of his highly compressed ninth-tier mid-stage origin, yet he couldn't even block it for a moment.

Xue Li quickly calculated the comparison of the two sides' combat strength in his mind.

In order to catalyze the mother nest, I have already consumed nearly 30% of my own essence.

Facing this sword cultivator, whose killing power is the most terrifying in the Dragon Kingdom in the past hundred years, he alone has less than a 50% chance of winning.

"Ancient Nightmare, have you had enough of the show?"

Xue Li suddenly turned his head, his dark red eyes locking onto a shadowy corner of the floating platform.

"If you keep hiding, and I'm forced to retreat, you'll get nothing."

The air was silent for a full two seconds.

High in the sky, which was originally empty, the space rippled like water, and a huge body slowly emerged.

The eight energy cores on Gu Yan's body lit up simultaneously, converting Gu Yan's spiritual power into a continuous stream of energy.

"Your skill in dragging people down is even more refined than your Blood Fiend Law."

He originally planned to let Xue Li fight Ouyang Qianjue first, and then he would adapt to the situation.

"Purple Spirit Clan, Ancient Nightmare."

"You've been haunted since I let you go last time."

Ouyang Qianjue's eyes remained completely unmoved.

His right hand rested casually on the hilt of his sword, and a bluish-gold sword intent slowly swirled around his aged body.

"My clan has always been neutral, but your Heavenly Fortune Prefecture was despicable and shameless first, so you can't blame me."

"I just want justice for the vanguard my people lost."

Xue Li snorted coldly, and blood mist surged around him.

As long as Gu Yan can distract Ouyang Qianjue, no explanation matters.

"Two foreign races, putting on a show for this old man?"