Chapter 349
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Chapter 349: Crushing Supremacy
Born as a Sword represented the ultimate sword technique, never meant to be convoluted.
Ye Yun watched, doubts arising in his mind, yet he kept silent and continued observing calmly.
Given Elder Seven’s profound cultivation level, his claim to demonstrate Born as a Sword for Ye Yun surely held deeper meaning.
When the giant dragon was cleaved apart, Elder Seven showed no surprise—this outcome clearly aligned with his expectations. He stepped forward, causing the white great sword above him to quake violently. Countless sword arcs rippled outward like water rings, blanketing a hundred zhang radius before abruptly retracting.
The great sword then shone with pure white light, hovering motionless yet radiating mountainous pressure that made even early Golden Core cultivators like Mei Yansheng falter.
Du Chuntian and others staggered backward, faces drained of color as bean-sized sweat rolled down their cheeks. They finally grasped the chasm separating them from Golden Core experts—had Elder Seven launched spiritual pressure as an attack, none would’ve survived.
Their gazes instinctively turned to Ye Yun. This mere Qi refining stage youth had not only withstood Elder Jin’s spiritual assault but shattered it with black and white light. Such power defied all logic.
Du Chuntian and Duan Yunsha now regarded Ye Yun with wary dread. Against such strength, they might as well be insects. Exchanging terrified glances, they realized their supposedly advantageous situation had crumbled before Heavenly Sword Sect’s millennium-forged might.
"Done playing tricks? Will you finally show the true Born as a Sword?" Elder Jin’s voice cut through the air.
Elder Seven shrugged. "My disciple needs thorough demonstration. Patience serves learning."
"Finished? Then my turn comes."
"One last strike remains." As Elder Seven spoke, his aura transformed completely.
To spiritual perception, the white great sword became his entire existence—sword and man merging into one. Yet physically, he still stood gripping empty air while the blade rotated overhead. This contradiction between visible presence and spiritual absence shattered observers’ understanding, leaving them trembling.
"Reality or illusion? The sword springs from heart!" Elder Jin raised his golden blade, face taut.
Heart and sword become one—this was Elder Seven’s Sword Path enlightenment.
The white great sword inched forward with glacial slowness yet inescapable inevitability, its momentum enveloping Elder Jin completely. No evasion remained possible.
Elder Jin, being second-layer Golden Core himself, recognized the technique’s profundity. Instead of dodging, he focused as a crimson blood bead appeared between his brows. The droplet split upon his golden blade, glowing with ominous scarlet light.
“Blood Soul Convergence, Golden Blade Slaying Demons!”
Elder Jin shouted in a low voice as two blood beads suddenly blazed with intense light. A crimson light and shadow surged skyward like bloodshot eyes, projecting a sharp glimmer that struck the white great sword.
Instantly, the white great sword, which had been advancing inch by inch, froze mid-air as if pinned in place.
The golden war knife soared upward, trailing a brilliant arc of light as it slashed toward the white great sword with unimaginable force. Had this strike landed on Tian Shen Peak’s summit, the entire mountain would’ve split in two.
“Activate the protective formation at full power!”
Yan Changchun barked the moment the golden knife stirred. His palms struck repeatedly, hurling streams of light into the air behind him.
Countless radiant beams materialized, encircling the former Judgment Platform and merging into a colossal sphere that encased both combatants.
*Boom!*
The protective formation shuddered violently as the golden knife’s light-arc tore through the void, leaving a remnant shadow across its surface. The formation wobbled, barely holding.
Ye Yun watched the sky, anxiety plain on his face. Though he trusted Elder Seven’s strength, Elder Jin’s strike was terrifyingly potent. Even the Heart of Immortals and Demons’ defense might fail against it. With his own cultivation level and physique, he’d be annihilated by the blade light alone.
Elder Seven remained calm, unmoved by the incoming attack. As the golden arc neared, he thrust his right hand forward.
The white sword erupted in blinding radiance, overpowering all golden light. The burst of force shattered the Blood Soul seal, its sword arc scattering the golden glow.
*Clang!*
The golden knife recoiled, flying back to Elder Jin’s grip. The white great sword pressed onward, simple yet relentless.
With each inch it advanced, its aura intensified. Within two breaths, it loomed above Elder Jin like the Ancient Mountain of the Gods, its crushing weight pinning him.
Elder Jin’s face paled as disbelief flickered in his eyes. The unstoppable white expanse filled his vision.
“Golden Core Condenses Force, Spatial Shift!”
He roared, clawing the air. Spatial powers flared, teleporting him hundreds of zhang away to a distant peak.
Yet even after fleeing, the white great sword still hovered above him, its pressure undiminished.
“Impossible!” Elder Jin had relied on his mastery of spatial laws to evade. But the sword clung to him, defying all distance.
“Golden Spirit Qi, Diamond-Shattering Demon Fist!”
Elder Jin’s expression hardened. Golden light enveloped his right fist, gleaming like a sunlit gem.
This fist art—his ultimate technique—had remained hidden since he’d grasped Golden Spirit Qi a decade ago. Only Elder Seven’s Born as a Sword could force its use.
A second-layer Golden Core expert wielding Golden Spirit Qi deserved prestige in the Great Qin Empire. He’d planned to claim his rightful place among its sects after this battle.
This was his trump card. His unbeatable strike.
*Boom!*
The golden fist collided with the white sword—yet the blade didn’t budge. It absorbed the impact, descending steadily.
Elder Jin’s heart turned to ice. His strongest attack had failed. The sword’s crushing force neared his skull, unstoppable.
“Old Seven, must you go this far?”
A sigh echoed through the void.
The white great sword halted mid-air, immobilized by an unseen force.
