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Chapter 856.29: Sword Slaying the Twelve Divine Organs

The descent of an immortal has always been an auspicious event since ancient times.It was a magnificent occasion with all beasts roaring in unison and all people gazing up in reverence.

But now, at this very moment, the sky has been torn open.

A rift in the heavens.

Twelve blazing suns forced their way into the mortal world.

These celestial beings did not come to bestow blessings, nor did they come for the sake of all living beings under heaven.

They came only with selfish desires, only to vent their full hearts of hatred and fury.

The primal Spiritual Energy between heaven and earth churned like a tide, pushed aside by the power of the immortals as if it were ocean waves being swept away.

The leading armored divine general, 'Zi Shu', stomped his foot, shattering the flowing clouds atop the floating peak.

Behind him, eleven divine generals stood in formation, their auras connected, forcibly carving out a 'pure land' within this mortal world saturated with primal Spiritual Energy.

A pure land, blanketed in grey mist.

The grey mist, like dust accumulated over time within armor, drifted down to the ground as the twelve divine generals stepped forward, spreading through the primal Spiritual Energy like ink.

The primal Spiritual Energy and the grey mist were difficult to blend, like cold water splashing into a boiling oil cauldron, sizzling and crackling.

Their Immortal Might was like a prison, unfathomably deep.

Strong.

Strong enough to crush an entire domain.

It was a difference in the very level of existence, like a mayfly beholding the vast sky.

Zi Shu's gaze swept over the mangled corpses of Bi Yue Wu and Tu Fu Xing on the ground, and he snorted coldly.

"Two good-for-nothings."

If it weren't for these two incompetents failing at their task, why would they have been forced by the Heavenly Emperor to descend and deal with this mess?

Then, he looked towards the only living person still standing atop the floating peak.

Clad in white purer than snow, hair half-turned pale and wildly flowing behind him, dancing madly in the wind.

That mortal Sword Cultivator stood at the edge of the broken cliff, holding a black sword in his hand. There wasn't the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power on his body; he was as still as a rock.

"It was you?" Zi Shu frowned, unable to understand why Tu Fu Xing and Bi Yue Wu would die at the hands of a mere mortal Sword Cultivator.

He wondered if there had been some mistake?

But, wasn't the one standing beside the corpses the murderer?

Forget the details, just grab someone to take back and settle the matter first!

Zi Shu raised his hand, golden light gathering in his palm, transforming into a golden decree capable of imprisoning space and time.

"By order of the Heavenly Emperor, you are to be apprehended."

"Kneel."

His voice boomed like thunder.

The pressure of twelve True Immortals superimposed, transforming into an invisible mountain that crashed down with a thunderous roar.

The floating peak trembled, rocks shattered and flew.

Chen Huaian's robes flapped violently, his hair whipped wildly, but his spine remained ramrod straight.

He slowly lifted his gaze.

His eyes were placid, holding only the unrestrained arrogance of one half-drunk and half-awake.

"You've come just in time."

Chen Huaian lightly flicked the spine of his sword, his voice crisp and clear, like jade beads falling onto a plate.

Sword Intent surged around him.

"This Venerable One just composed a line of poetry. This mortal realm cannot contain it, and it's precisely lacking a few immortals to test the sword."

"Madman."

Zi Shu's pupils contracted. His intuition honed from years of battle allowed him to catch a whiff of an extremely dangerous aura.

"Form the array! Suppress and kill!"

The twelve Yuanchen moved instantly.

Golden light surged like a tide, instantly submerging the peak of the floating mountain.

Twelve destructive Divine Abilities converged into one, transforming into a golden giant palm that blotted out the sky and sun. Carrying a will of absolute annihilation descending from the heavens, it viciously slammed down towards that tiny figure.

The wind, stopped.

The clouds, ceased.

This palm severed all vitality.

This palm was inescapable.

Within this suffocating, deathly silence, a wild, unrestrained recitation rang out.

"Have you not seen..."

Chen Huaian moved.

The Black Scales Sword was drawn an inch from its sheath. A vast, surging watery aura abruptly filled heaven and earth.

"...the Yellow River's waters descending from the sky!"

Zheng—!

Sword light flashed.

That was not a single beam of light; it was a river.

A river formed from the convergence of countless millions of Sword Qi, a Silver River pouring down from the Nine Heavens.

The Sword Intent was like water, its momentum like the heavens.

That golden giant palm that had sealed the space seemed so insignificant before this vast, "descending from the sky" river of sword energy.

Before the giant palm could even fall, it had already been shattered into pieces by the torrential rush of the sword river.

"This... what kind of Sword Intent is this?!"

Zi Shu was horrified to the extreme. He felt he was not facing a person, but the weight of the entire firmament pouring down upon him.

Chen Huaian did not answer.

With drunken, bleary eyes, he merely took a step forward and delivered the next sword strike.

The sword stance shifted. The originally vast river of sword energy suddenly turned resolute, carrying a tragic, no-turning-back determination.

"Rushing to the sea..."

Chen Huaian's figure passed through that seemingly impregnable battle formation.

"...never to return."

This sword strike severed the retreat.

This sword strike ended all vitality.

Qiang.

The sword returned to its sheath.

Heaven and earth returned to deathly silence.

Those twelve arrogant armored divine generals remained frozen in mid-air, still holding their formation-suppression posture.

The wind blew past.

Hualala.

It sounded like the flow of some liquid.

Pu, pu, pu...

A series of soft sounds, like ripe autumn fruits falling to the ground.

Eleven golden heads simultaneously left their necks.

There wasn't even a spray of blood, because all vitality and blood had been swept into that river of sword energy by the "never to return" Slay the Immortal Sword Intent in that instant.

Eleven headless corpses fell like dumplings into the dust.

Only Zi Shu remained.

At the final moment, he had crushed a life-preserving immortal artifact.

His figure forcibly shifted sideways by three inches within the terrifying Sword Intent that felt utterly alien to the mortal world.

But these three inches did not save his cultivation.

The sword energy, like water, sheared off the three flowers atop his head and severed half of his arm.

"Ah—!!!"

Zi Shu fell into the dust. Looking at the headless corpses littering the ground, looking at that Sword Cultivator with his back turned, clad in white purer than snow, his courage shattered and his liver split.

What kind of sword is this?

Where did this ferocious man come from?!

His aura was clearly far from the realm of an immortal, so why did he slaughter them, these celestial beings, as easily as chopping melons and slicing vegetables?

Their proud Golden Bodies were nothing but fragile paper before that Sword Intent!

Chen Huaian slowly turned around, his gaze falling upon Zi Shu not far away.

"Missed one?"

He frowned slightly, as if dissatisfied that the rhyme of this poem now had a flaw.

His right thumb pushed against the sword guard once more.

"Then, let's add another stroke."

Zheng—!

Killing Intent rose again.

Zi Shu closed his eyes in despair.

However.

This sword strike could not be delivered.

Honglong—!!!

The moment Chen Huaian had the thought, the vast, dispersing primal essence of the eleven slain True Immortals was forcibly drawn by the energy within his body and swallowed whole into his abdomen.

The already teetering bottleneck instantly shattered.

He had entered the perfection of the Great Ascension Stage, the immortal gate now only a step away.

This aura was too immense, too heaven-defying, finally thoroughly enraging the long-accumulating heavens above.

Crack!

A purplish-red tribulation lightning bolt, thick as a mountain range and carrying the will to annihilate everything, crashed down without any warning!

Too fast.

Too ruthless.

It was the Heavenly Dao's certain-kill strike, giving Chen Huaian no chance to dodge.

"Hmph."

Chen Huaian grunted, forced to abandon the pursuit. The Black Scales Sword reversed, Sword Intent soaring skyward to clash head-on with the firmament.

"For This Venerable One... break—!"

Boom!

The light of thunder submerged the floating peak.

"I... I survived?!"

Zi Shu opened his eyes. Looking at the figure swallowed by the sea of lightning, his eyes were filled with the wild joy of surviving a calamity and deep resentment.

He dared not stay.

Burning the last bit of his Vital Essence within his body, his entire form transformed into a wretched streak of bloody light. Scrambling and crawling, he rushed towards the rift in the sky that was about to close.

He wanted to flee back to the Upper Realm!

This mortal realm is hell!

At the center of the sea of lightning.

Chen Huaian held the Black Scales Sword, his robes flapping violently in the gale.

He glanced at that wretchedly fleeing streak of bloody light, then withdrew his gaze.

The poem was complete, the sword had been drawn.

A mere rat was not worth worrying about.

Since he no longer intended to continue concealing his identity, he might as well face the myriad gods and buddhas of the heavens openly and fight a proper battle.

He raised his head.

Looking at the churning, roiling tribulation clouds that seemed intent on grinding the entire world to dust, the corner of his mouth lifted in a wild, arrogant arc.

"Heavenly Dao... is this your greeting gift?"

Chen Huaian twirled a Sword Flourish with one hand, the tip of his sword pointing directly at the firmament.

"Not enough! More!"