Martial Universe: Inherit the Future, Quickly Become a Martial Ancestor!

The sword's cry was clear and resonant, as if it came from the heavens above, instantly drowning out the roars of all the skeletal phantoms.

All the people saw was a long sword of earth-rank spiritual treasure shot out from behind Lan He. The sword was full of light and color, and it trailed a long sword beam, pointing directly at the black light shield.

Song Zhen still had a cold smile on his lips.

A sword?

Do you think you can break the great formation set up by more than seventy people with just a sword?

That's utterly delusional.

However, before he could even suppress the sneer at the corner of his mouth—

The second sword shot out.

The third one, the fourth one, the fifth one...

Song Zhen's smile gradually froze on her face.

The sword light grew more numerous and denser, like a flood unleashed, completely unstoppable. Ten, twenty, thirty, fifty…

The cries of swords rose and fell, merging into a deafening roar. The sword light was overwhelming, dense and numerous, obscuring half the sky, with the tips of the swords all pointing at the black light shield, each sword gleaming with a chilling light.

Eighty, ninety, one hundred!

A full one hundred Earth-rank spiritual treasure longswords!

Song Zhen's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but he found that he couldn't make a sound.

The hundred longswords hovered behind Lan He, their blades trembling slightly and emitting a low, mournful sound, as if awaiting their master's command. Sunlight shone on the swords, refracting them into a dazzling display of light, breathtakingly beautiful yet chillingly so.

The seventy-odd Heavenly Demon cultivators behind Song Zhen were frozen in place like statues. They stared at the sky-covering sword light, their eyes filled with disbelief and fear.

What kind of martial art is this?

How could one person simultaneously wield a hundred Earth-rank spiritual treasures?

Is this even human?

Before they could even recover from the shock—

Lan He gently raised his hand.

The hundred longswords trembled in unison, and their cries suddenly rose to a high pitch, like the roar of dragons and the howl of tigers!

The next moment, a torrent of sword light roared down like an angry dragon!

The hundred sword lights connected end to end, converging into a sword dragon that stretched across the sky, crashing fiercely into the black light shield with overwhelming force!

"boom!"

A deafening roar.

The black light barrier, which was set up by more than seventy people and whose skeletal phantoms roared and roamed, was as fragile as paper in front of the sword dragon and shattered with a crash!

Countless fragments of the black light shield scattered and flew everywhere. The skeletal phantom let out a final, mournful cry before vanishing into nothingness.

The sword dragon, undeterred, hurtled straight toward Song Zhen, its momentum undiminished, carrying with it shattered black light.

Song Zhen's pupils contracted sharply, and a chill ran from his spine to the top of his head. At the critical moment, he bit his tongue hard, spitting out blood, while simultaneously forming a hand seal.

"Heavenly Magic! Demon Scale Shield!"

A jet-black light suddenly exploded from his chest, instantly condensing into a massive black shield, about ten feet in size, in front of him.

The shield was entirely black, its surface covered with dense, eerie patterns, and a hideous demonic face could be vaguely seen twisting and roaring on the shield, exuding a chilling aura of malevolence.

One of the inherited spiritual treasures of the Heavenly Demon Dynasty, a low-grade Heavenly Rank spiritual treasure, the Demon Scale Shield!

As the leading figure of the younger generation of the Song family, how could he not have a secret weapon to protect himself?

boom!

The Stegosaurus slammed into the Demon Scale Shield, and a violent shockwave spread wildly from the point of impact, causing the surrounding ground to crack and scatter debris everywhere.

Song Zhen felt an overwhelming force strike him, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He was pushed backward and slid several feet away, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

But he managed to block it in the end.

Although the Demon Scale Shield was covered in cracks, it still stood firm, protecting him.

Song Zhen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, panting heavily, his back already soaked with cold sweat. He stared at the white figure still standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with the fear of surviving a disaster, and a hint of barely concealed relief.

However, before he could catch his breath, he heard a voice.

Clang!

That was the sound of a sword.

Song Zhen stiffly raised his head and saw that behind Lan He, the hundred longswords were still silently floating, their tips still pointing at him, and the light on the swords was even more dazzling than before.

Lan He looked at him, his expression still calm, as if the attack just now was nothing more than a casual test.

"You can block it once," his voice was calm and even, "but can you block it a hundred times?"

Song Zhen's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"escape!"

He screamed hoarsely, his voice trembling, and turned to flee.

However, he was stunned as soon as he turned around.

Behind them, the seventy-odd Heavenly Demon cultivators were already in complete chaos. Some of the more timid ones had already turned and run, but were forced back by the oncoming sword light.

Lan Ying and Qing Feng had already sealed off the retreat route with the people of the Immortal Dynasty, and Mu Lin also led the elite troops of the Lonely Moon Dynasty to flank from both sides.

Escape? Where to escape to?

Before Song Zhen could react, the sword light behind him shot out again.

This time, Lan He didn't hold back.

One hundred longswords were unleashed simultaneously, transforming into a sword dragon even more fierce and violent than before, crashing fiercely towards Song Zhen!

boom!

The already cracked Demon Scale Shield shattered with a deafening roar, turning into countless fragments that scattered in all directions.

The sword light continued its relentless advance, piercing straight through Song Zhen's chest.

"you……"

Song Zhen looked down at the bloody hole in his chest, then looked up at the white figure still standing with his hands behind his back. His lips moved twice, but he couldn't utter a second word.

With a thud, the body fell to the ground.

The number one genius of the younger generation of the Heavenly Demon Dynasty has thus fallen.

Lan Ying stepped forward, glanced at Song Zhen's corpse, then looked at Lan He and asked, "What about the remaining cultivators?"

Lan He glanced at her with some curiosity, then said, "Aren't we sworn enemies?"

He paused, his tone as calm as if he were discussing something utterly ordinary:

"Let's wash away the demons with blood!"

Lan Ying paused for a moment, then a smile appeared on her lips.

That makes sense.

She turned around, drew her sword, and spoke in a clear voice:

"You from the Immortal Dynasty, follow me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lan Ying rushed out first, her sword flashing and slashing down two Heavenly Demon cultivators who were trying to escape.

Behind them, more than thirty figures moved in unison. The cultivators from the Lan and Qing families had been holding their breath for a long time, and now that they had received the order, they were like tigers descending the mountain, their killing intent surging.

Qingfeng remained silent, his movements as swift as the wind, his long sword transforming into a myriad of sword shadows, instantly felling the three men.

Shouts of battle filled the air, and blood splattered everywhere.

Mu Lin watched in stunned silence, unsure whether to raise or lower his sword. He stared blankly at the one-sided massacre before him, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"This...this is too..."

He murmured to himself, then suddenly remembered something and quickly turned to his younger sister beside him, asking in a low voice:

"Should we... go for it?"

Mu Hanyue did not answer, but her clear and cold eyes fell on Lan He, and a light seemed to flicker in her eyes.

After a moment, she nodded slightly.

The people of the Lonely Moon Dynasty also made their move.

The sounds of battle erupted.

Lan He stood with his hands behind his back, watching the Heavenly Demon cultivators who were scattering and fleeing in all directions, his expression calm.

Even if he were not a cultivator from the Immortal Dynasty today, he would still crush the Heavenly Demon Dynasty with his own hands.

The Yuanmen are lackeys of the Otherworldly Demons, while the Heavenly Demon Dynasty, as a loyal vassal of the Yuanmen, is merely a lackey of the Otherworldly Demons' lackeys, but the blood on its hands may not be less than that of their masters.