Chapter 1814

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　　”Want to know what my relationship with Ling Shengtian is？”
　　Ye Wushuang clenched his fists, his aura erupting as he sneered. “Then go to hell and ask the few Lingjian Pavilion members I’ve already killed—they’ll definitely tell you.”
　　”Big talk.”
　　”Then let”s test it out！”
　　Ye Wushuang suddenly clenched his palm.
　　At the same time, behind his body, a towering, illusory black pagoda seemed to slowly materialize.
　　The pagoda stood a hundred zhang tall, towering in midair with majestic grandeur.
　　At this very moment, within the second level of the towering pagoda, endless dazzling sword-light radiance swirled.
　　Ye Wushuang looked at Xing Hanwen and said coldly, “This sword strike is worthy of your status as an elder of the Lingjian Pavilion.”
　　Ye Wushuang did not employ the Yuanlei Nine Revolutions Art, nor did he summon the Taixu Sacred Sword Qi.
　　These two methods might also be capable of slaying Xing Hanwen, but in a prolonged and entangled battle, unforeseen circumstances could arise.
　　Up to now, Ye Wushuang had tested several techniques he had mastered, yet he had never once summoned the solemnly standing Nine Origins Taixu Sword from the second level of the Nine-Layered Divine Suppression Pagoda.
　　Now, he might as well use Xing Hanwen as a test subject！
　　At this moment, Ye Wushuang’s vital energy and blood within his body were frantically depleted, his entire being erupting with power.
　　The Nine-Layered Divine Suppression Pagoda inside him spun wildly, channeling streams of vital energy and blood into the second level.
　　Meanwhile, the unmoving Nine Origins Taixu Sword began to tremble faintly.
　　To wield this sword, Ye Wushuang had to sacrifice his own vital energy and blood.
　　Generally speaking, after using this move, Ye Wushuang would be completely spent, requiring months to recover.
　　Thus, unless it was a life-or-death situation with no other choice, Ye Wushuang would not summon this sword.
　　But now, with Xing Hanwen right before his eyes, Ye Wushuang had no intention of letting him go.
　　The howling sword wind swirled through the four directions of heaven and earth.
　　At this moment, Xing Hanwen also sensed something amiss.
　　Standing behind Ye Wushuang, a hundred zhang away, Xuan Tiandi and Xuan Qingyi, the siblings, felt an overwhelmingly dangerous aura condensing within Ye Wushuang’s body.
　　The　next　moment.
　　”Out！”
　　With a roar, Ye Wushuang clenched both hands, and a spiritual sword suddenly appeared in his grasp.
　　This was not a virtual sword or sword qi condensed by Ye Wushuang, but a true divine weapon.
　　”Slash！”
　　Holding the sword with both hands, Ye Wushuang shouted, and the divine sword shrouded in faint mist instantly slashed toward Xing Hanwen ahead.
　　As this sword strike was unleashed, Xing Hanwen’s face turned pale, and his first thought was not to block it but to flee！
　　As Xing Hanwen fled, the divine sword pursued relentlessly, its speed increasing rapidly.
　　”Can’t escape！ It’s locked on！”
　　Xing Hanwen immediately realized this, halted abruptly, and without hesitation, summoned something with a wave of his hand.
　　”Mountain-Suppressing　Yuan　Cauldron！”
　　Seeing this, Xuan Tiandi remarked calmly, “Xing Hanwen’s lifebound weapon！”
　　The Mountain-Suppressing Yuan Cauldron was renowned throughout the Tianyuan Continent.
　　Back in the Spirit Sword Pavilion, there were many Emperor-grade spiritual artifacts, the most famous being the eight great Emperor-grade artifacts personally refined by Ling Shengtian. Beyond these, the artifacts controlled by each Pavilion Elder were also extraordinary.
　　The most renowned artifact in Xing Hanwen’s possession was none other than this Mountain-Suppressing Yuan Ding. It was said that once this cauldron appeared, it could suppress an entire mountain range.
　　Previously, Xing Hanwen had not summoned this cauldron, but now, he had no choice but to do so.
　　As soon as the Mountain-Suppressing Yuan Ding emerged, it instantly transformed into a towering mountain, majestic and imposing, blocking the path in front of Xing Hanwen.
　　At the same time, Xing Hanwen held a spirit sword in one hand while the fingers of his other hand slid across the blade, droplets of vital blood swirling around the sword’s surface.
　　”Ten Thousand Stars, Big Dipper, Blood Fiend Sword！”
　　With a low shout from Xing Hanwen, the long sword instantly turned as if dyed in blood, crimson and vivid.
　　Seeing this, Xuan Tiandi and Xuan Qingyi both knew—Xing Hanwen was… staking his very life.
　　But they also understood that just by looking at Ye Wushuang’s pale face and labored breathing as he stood mid-air after summoning that divine sword, it was clear he had sacrificed most of his life force to wield it.
　　This sword.
　　What exactly is it？
　　And what is that illusory tower？
　　Perhaps this is the true secret of Ye Wushuang！
　　Ye Wushuang stood in mid-air, panting heavily, with sweat dripping incessantly from his body, his face deathly pale as if completely drained of energy.
　　Previously, Ye Wushuang had been able to summon the Nine Origins Void Sword, but doing so left him utterly exhausted.
　　After his recent improvements, Ye Wushuang also wanted to confirm something…
　　Summoning this sword consumed his vital energy, and the stronger his cultivation realm, the more powerful the sword’s might would be.
　　Just how powerful could it become？
　　Ye Wushuang wanted to know！
　　After all, once this journey to the Burial Saint Cave ended, the enemies he would face might very well be… at the Saint Heaven Realm.
　　Preparing early was the only way to ensure safety.
　　The divine sword shot forth, chasing relentlessly after Xing Hanwen.
　　The Mountain-Suppressing Origin Cauldron was summoned, and the Myriad Stars North Dipper Blood Slaughter Sword was unleashed.
　　Xing Hanwen believed he had pushed himself to his absolute limits.
　　He refused to believe that the divine sword could break through his defense and offense.
　　Across the heavens and earth, every Star-Seizing and Reckless Realm expert was stunned by that sword in the sky, left utterly speechless.
　　And now, under the watchful eyes of all, the divine sword struck.
　　In　an　instant.
　　The divine sword clashed with the Mountain-Suppressing Origin Cauldron.
　　Contrary to everyone’s expectations, there was no deafening explosion, nor any stalemate of equal force.
　　The divine sword silently passed through the Mountain-Suppressing Yuan Ding and continued racing towards Xing Hanwen.
　　As the divine sword swept past the Mountain-Suppressing Yuan Ding, the cauldron split into two halves in an instant, the cut smooth and even.
　　The two halves of the cauldron, devoid of all luster and spirituality, plummeted to the ground.
　　Then, the divine sword slashed towards the strike Xing Hanwen had unleashed.
　　A　squelching　sound.
　　Echoed　once　more.
　　Before Xing Hanwen, the terrifying sword aura brimming with bloodlust was instantly shattered.
　　Then, the divine sword struck straight at Xing Hanwen.
　　A mighty sword aura howled and coiled, and with a single slash, the world fell silent.
　　As the sword passed through Xing Hanwen’s body and raced no more than a hundred zhang away, it dissipated into a wisp of smoke, vanishing without a trace.
　　Mid-air.
　　Xing Hanwen’s body slowly descended, then accelerated continuously until it finally crashed to the ground with a thud, sending up a cloud of dust.
　　Xuan Tiandi and Xuan Qingyi wasted no time, diving straight down. When they saw the scene inside the pit, they were momentarily at a loss for words.
　　Ye Wushuang descended, staggering step by step until he reached the edge of the pit.
　　Inside　the　pit.
　　Xing Hanwen’s entire body was sliced by that sword, leaving dozens of neat cuts, turning him into chunks of minced flesh.
　　His mouth twitched at this moment, his eyes fixed on Ye Wushuang, fingers curled.
　　”The seed sown, the fruit reaped！”
　　Ye Wushuang said coldly, “Xing Hanwen, did you ever regret it before death？”
　　As his consciousness faded, Xing Hanwen finally opened his mouth, murmuring intermittently, “You… Ling…”
　　Ye Wushuang looked at Xing Hanwen’s wide-eyed stare and said indifferently, “That’s right. I, Ling Shengtian, have returned！”
　　As these words fell, a breeze brushed past. Xuan Tiandi and Xuan Qingyi, standing to the side, stared at the young man before them in shock.