But it is aningless.
An Jing doesn’t care about these things.
In the world of a Martial Artist, the very concept of long-term planning is sowhat humorous, because it requires the whole world to have ’normal and rational people in abundance, and the entire Heaven and Earth to conform to common sense and logic’— but in the Huai Xu Realm, even those who theoretically could never enter the scene, might suddenly appear for utterly inexplicable reasons like ’I feel great today, so I’m going to randomly choose soone unlucky and ruin his big plan,’ and then engage in a three-hundred-round battle with the planner.
Just like now, disregarding all things, An Jing directly strikes the mysterious imprint with a sword and a fist!
In an instant, the mysterious imprint is sent flying backward, its chest and head completely caved in, utterly shattered!
In the Zhaolin Realm, endless Heaven and Earth Qi continuously flows through An Jing’s body, propelled by the Divine Power of Sun Unlimited and Taiyin Wuji, granting An Jing the ability to even contend with the Holy Demon Incarnation, and now, his power is incredible.
Even though the mysterious imprint had grown strong enough to fight back, it was forced entirely into defense, only occasionally able to shake An Jing off, with no way to launch an effective counterattack.
——What is this situation?
In this mont, the not yet fully ford mysterious imprint is confused. Originally re fragnts, suppressed by the Ancestor Dragon Scale, it was partially awakened by Decay, Jiexin, Bitter Silence, and Heavenly Decline, these four generals bringing forth so Divine Marrow, but still within the Zhaolin Realm, the power of the Ancestor Dragon Saint Venerable was still suppressing it, leaving it completely baffled by what was happening.
It’s good to be baffled, because An Jing is also fighting with fervor, circulating the Tai Shi Yuan Evil around his Whole Body, converging it upon Subdue Evil in his hand.
Killing Life, Calamity, Heavenly Punishnt, these are nothing more than different skills and Tao Rhys of the sword, returning to the root, all for defeating enemies and annihilating foes... distill the essence of these, attempt to refine one sword stroke...
Naless.
The naless sword is swung out.
This sword is extrely slow, as if even ti itself has beco lazy and weary under this sword. In the sky above, tribulation thunder incessantly roars, lightning flashing endlessly, dimming and brightening, as if Heaven and Earth itself are trembling.
Boom!
Amidst the intensely crossed Heavenly Do, suddenly a sound of earth shaking resounds!
Following that, a sound neither loud nor soft, calm to the point of being matter-of-fact, suppresses the thunder: "Couldn’t think of a na for now, let’s simply call it..."
"Killing Calamity!"
The mysterious imprint wants to resist, to dodge, but a force, a force that woke because it too had awoken, binds it.
[Ancestor Dragon!]
It roars, but it’s all aningless now.
Because Killing Calamity has arrived.
A bright, semi-transparent, Divine Sword like a clear spring under the moon, descends from above its head, encircled by the shadow of the Four Heavenly Swords!
Ti and space like tides, Great Void like clouds, layers of ripples spread and dissipate. In this mont, it can see nothing, sense nothing, as if all existence under heaven is gathered upon that Edge Blade.
Only one Sword!
All observers see this scene, in a mont of trance, seeming to see a Divine Sword descending from the heavens, bringing the overwhelming might of Heaven, irresistible, inescapable, with the burning tyrannical Divine Intention within, rolling forth like a frenzy.
——Killing Calamity has arrived, destiny not yours to control——
——Life and death controlled, fate by my hand, Heavenly Punishnt condemnation and penalty, all within my sword!
It was struck.
Then vanished.
One sword cleaving out, all things fall silent.
When that mysterious imprint hidden deep within many Heavenly Venerable Seals, serving as the final trick of the Heavenly Demon, is completely obliterated by a single strike of the [Killing Calamity], even before declaring its existence.
An Jing can feel that the grand power within him, due to the [Eternal War Body], finally had a slight opening.
That is the inevitable frailty that arises after extre exertion.
Though quickly, the power from the Cave Heaven provides him crucial support, he still whips around, intending to scour the vicinity for those who wish to challenge him.
Yet, there are none left.
At this mont, all the Heavenly Venerable Seals ceased their assault.
They all stop, standing silently in the void, watching An Jing.
Then, after a brief silence, one closest to An Jing, belonging to the Ancient First Sword Court’s Sword Venerable Seal, slowly raises its hand.
Clap.
A crisp round of applause rings out.
Soon follows a second, a third... applause from all around, eventually rging into one, transforming into thunder resounding across the Ancestor Mountain Peak.
They are applauding.
[Congratulations]
[Congratulations!]
[The strongest in the past and present Divine Repository, I acknowledge, none other than you!]
[The waves of the future pushing the waves of the past, as it should be, how magnificent!]
[You have won, I admit defeat.]
Many.
Nurous congratulatory voices, congratulations, and sincere blessings echo in An Jing’s heart.
A Martial Artist does not deceive themselves.
Defeat is defeat, the fact stands, no room for anyone to deny.
To this point, all Heavenly Venerable Seals can see that An Jing, even after consecutive battles, his aura weakening to its limit, almost lost breath a mont ago, is not soone easily defeated.
If anyone had tried to seize the mont to attack earlier, they would instead face An Jing using this pressure to hasten his breathing, leading to yet another bout of fighting.
There is no need.
A trial is a trial, life and death are life and death. As this is just a trial, once victory is decided, it should be gracefully acknowledged.
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