The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

Inside the main hall, the sandalwood incense had lost its serene quality and was now mixed with an unyielding, malevolent aura.

Huijue sat upright in the center of the main hall, wearing a purple and gold kasaya. His face, which was always smiling with his eyes downcast, was now completely gloomy.

His eyes were half-open, devoid of compassion, filled with violence and malice.

"Dead! Our elite troops are all dead?! Useless! Completely useless!"

Dozens of monks knelt on the ground, trembling, not daring to even breathe.

The person they were meant to kill not only emerged unscathed but also broke into the mountain gate and walked straight toward them.

This is not a visit; it's a public humiliation of their dignity.

"Well... well, what an arrogant fool."

Huijue spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse, carrying a chilling coldness, each word deliberate and deliberate.

"They killed my disciples, trespassed on my temple, treated my Xuanmiao Temple as nothing, and treated my Huijue Temple as nothing."

As they talked...

He suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, and a sinister killing intent poured out without reservation.

The temperature in the entire hall plummeted instantly, and the golden statues of all the Buddhas dimmed under this wrath.

"Today, I will show everyone what kind of hell awaits those who offend my authority and trample on my Buddhist faith!"

boom!

Huijue's meditation cushion shattered into pieces, and he transformed into a golden light, descending from the sky and crashing heavily in front of the mountain gate.

At this moment, a huge, dark gold Buddha rose from behind him, towering into the clouds, its majestic aura pressing down with a suffocating pressure.

"Half-step Golden Core!"

"That old bald monk has reached the half-step Golden Core stage!"

Lin Xiaoman cried out in alarm, turning around and shouting, "Back off! Chen Xuan, back off now!"

The voice was urgent and filled with fear.

Looking up at the colossal Buddha statue, Lu Yao's fear reached its peak. She nervously clutched Chen Xuan's sleeve, "Senior...Senior Brother, what...what should we do?"

"Just watch from the sidelines."

Chen Xuan remained unmoved, and simply took a step forward.

The overwhelming pressure vanished the moment it touched the hem of his clothes.

"Um?"

Huijue sensed something was wrong. The great Buddha in the sky slowly spoke, "No wonder you were able to kill my monks. It turns out you've reached the Foundation Establishment stage."

"But today, you will still die!"

Starting with this incident, let's make an example of him and warn Ling Xiao to stop interfering in my way!

"die!"

sound off.

The enormous Buddha figure suddenly opened its eyes, its gaze not one of compassion or kindness, but of brutal killing intent, and its golden color turned blood red.

A gigantic hand, obscuring the sky and the sun, slowly rose, its palm lines as clear as mountains and ravines, and slammed down heavily towards Chen Xuan.

Wherever the giant hand passed, the air currents shattered, the ground cracked, and the violent air pressure directly pressed down on Lin Xiaoman, who was hiding ten miles away, so that she couldn't even lift her head.

"It's over...it's really over..."

"That old bald monk has gone mad!"

"He's absolutely possessed by a demon! Once he kills Chen Xuan, he'll go on a killing spree!"

But just as the giant hand was about to fall...

Chen Xuan raised his eyes, his gaze as cold as frost, his voice seemingly calm yet piercing through thousands of miles of clouds.

"Sword, come!"

Lin Xiaoman was startled.

What sword is coming?

Where did he get a sword?!

Before she could even think about it.

Everyone in Qingzhou noticed this and suddenly stopped what they were doing, looking up at the sky.

Then they witnessed a scene they would never forget.

A dazzling azure sword light pierced the sky, tore through the clouds, and transformed into a stream of light that stretched across the heavens and earth, as if splitting the world in two, before speeding away.

"Holy crap! Holy crap!"

"Is this a rocket our country is testing?!"

"fierce!"

"This is incredible! Could this be the legendary Dongfeng Shenwei, guaranteed to accomplish its mission?!"

Among the crowd, some people were so excited that they were gesturing wildly.

But some people felt a chill run down their spines and their whole body went cold while watching it.

Who is summoning the spirit sword? Wasn't Pei Hanchuan in seclusion trying to break through to the Nascent Soul stage?

A thousand miles can be covered in an instant.

A streak of light pierced the sky, ignoring distance and Buddhist might, carrying the sharpness of swordsmanship, and landed precisely in front of Chen Xuan.

"sword!"

"He really does have a sword!"

"What kind of sword is this? A spirit sword, definitely a spirit sword!"

Lin Xiaoman jumped up and down excitedly, her words becoming incoherent. What surprised her even more was that this spirit sword was actually trying to please Chen Xuan.

hum-

The spirit sword rippled with clear light, its unyielding blade nodding repeatedly toward Chen Xuan, its tail wings waving wildly.

This doesn't resemble a spirit sword at all; it's more like a puppy that hasn't seen its master in a long time and is frantically trying to please it.

Stop trying to please, get the job done.

Chen Xuan didn't even touch the sword; he simply made a sword-finger gesture and pointed it at Huijue.

Huijue stared at the spirit sword before him, his pupils shrinking sharply. The violence and arrogance on his face shattered, leaving only utter shock and disbelief.

Why!

Why is this guy only at the Foundation Establishment stage, yet he can wield a spirit sword?

What kind of spirit sword is this?! Why have I never heard of it before?!

His rage, his hysteria, abruptly ceased the moment the sword was pointed at him.

Fear, like a cold, venomous snake, tightly coiled around his soul, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

His former facade of compassion and magnanimity vanished, leaving only the panic and cowardice of facing imminent death.

"No...impossible! I don't believe it! I don't believe you can wield a spirit sword!"

Huijue let out a hysterical roar, completely descending into madness.

He frantically activated the pseudo-golden core within his body, unleashing all his evil skills, Buddhist power, and Taiping Dao's evil techniques.

The enormous phantom of Buddha behind him emitted a piercing roar, using all its strength to block in front of him, its palms clasped together, trying to withstand the sword strike head-on.

But all resistance is meaningless in the face of absolute swordsmanship.

Chen Xuan remained indifferent, pressing down lightly with his fingertips.

"cut."

As soon as the word was uttered, the spirit sword moved.

There was no earth-shattering roar, only an extremely faint light that slowly swept across the sky and earth.

Wherever the sword light passed, the illusory Buddha image vanished instantly, and the protective golden light crumbled inch by inch.

Huijue tried his best to resist, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; he couldn't even make the slightest attempt to hinder him.

He didn't even have time to let out a final scream; all that remained in his eyes was the deepest, most desperate fear.

He could clearly feel his physical body, cultivation level, and soul, along with that harmful pseudo-golden core, being completely crushed and dissolved by the sword intent.

This unparalleled sword light, undiminished in its momentum, swept directly across the entire mountain where Xuanmiao Temple was located.

Boom—

A deafening roar echoed through the heavens and the earth, and smoke and dust billowed into the sky.

Lin Xiaoman's mouth was wide open, big enough to swallow an egg, and she stood there dumbfounded.

At the same time.

In Jiangzhou, thousands of miles away, Ye Li, who was determined to win, had only rushed halfway out of the command room when her body froze in mid-air, unable to recover for a long time.

Just because, at the very moment this nameless spirit sword was born...

Yue Liushuang, ranked first in the era of swordsmanship, found her natal spirit sword, bestowed upon her by her master, trembling, fearing, and bowing down in submission.

She tried to pull out Moon Frost to stop the Nameless Spirit Sword from leaving, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull it out.

Faced with this nameless spirit sword, Yue Liushuang didn't even have the courage to draw it!