Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined Chapter 614 -614-David Falls, the Emperor Strikes

David was firmly entangled by Cursefont Star God.

He gritted his teeth, channeling all his strength into the Sword Core Magic Array.

A vast sword diagram unfurled beneath his feet, ravenously drawing the primordial power of the Sword Universe.

Threads of Fate coiled like chains around the array, weaving into a tightly sealed net of death that descended upon Cursefont Star God.

As the heir of Origin Sword Sea, David, a fifth-level supre sage rank, had reached an astonishingly formidable level. Even a battle-hardened warrior like Cursefont Star God felt subtly suppressed beneath him.

But then, Apollo acted.

His hands rapidly traced runes, unleashing one of the three Primordial Forbidden Arts — the True Form of the Fire God!

"The Wheel of Scorching Sun crushes all heavens! The mundane shall fall like dust. Beneath the throne, all life must submit!"

In that mont —

Eternal Apollo Sunblaze’s crimson hair soared like flas, writhing upward, burning with godly fire that incinerated all creation.

In his eyes, the phantom of the fire universe suddenly manifested.

From it, a towering figure appeared: the Fire God, crowned with blazing flas, draped in myriad rays of light, stepping into the real void.

The Fire God phantom ignored all obstacles and advanced toward David.

An irresistible domain of absolute fire spread outward, completely enveloping David’s Sword Core Magic Array.

In the presence of this Fire God phantom, David’s once-proud sword sharpness was forcibly suppressed.

His slaying power gradually dissipated, his rank steadily falling — as if forcibly downgraded, a god reduced to an ant.

Alexander sensed it all.

He roared, crossing the chaotic void toward Eternal Apollo Sunblaze.

Crusader Goddess Venus intercepted him midair.

anwhile, the other supre sage ranks were already besieged by billions of Quasi-Empyrean Sanctum warriors, struggling to defend themselves.

They had originally assud the Crossbridge Divine Court’s Quasi-Empyrean Sanctum forces numbered only hundreds of millions. Even a few tis that, their supre sage rank power could easily cut through.

But now, it was over one hundred billion Divine Court warriors!

And their combat power far exceeded ordinary Quasi-Supre sage ranks.

Even if ten billion Quasi-Empyrean Sanctum sward a single person, each strike counted as ten billion attacks — relentless, continuous, and never-ending.

No matter how deep their understanding of the Fate River, they could not withstand such a barrage.

Add in the suppression from Mylen and other supre sage ranks, and in just one wave of attacks, twelve of Origin Sword Sea’s supre sage ranks were slain on the spot — only to struggle to resurrect from the Fate River.

The remaining supre sage ranks were driven into retreat, their sacred bodies shattered, broken and humiliated.

...

Deep within the Sword Sea, the gray-robed figure slowly stood.

At once, the entire chaotic sea, composed of swords, erupted in turmoil!

Billions of long swords rose into the sky, their blades pointing toward the battlefield, like a sword universe awakened.

Nine hundred ninety-nine Cursed Swords circled around the gray-robed man, moving in harmony.

His eyes, ford from sword intent itself, radiated unparalleled ferocity and sharpness.

He gazed at the battlefield across the Chaotic Sea.

The endless sword blades of the Sword Universe seed to sense his will, all pointing toward the Crossbridge Divine Court army.

"Aurek, you have crossed the line!"

The gray-robed man took a step forward.

As the master of all swords, billions of swords followed him, forming a torrent of steel sweeping across the Star Sea toward the battlefield.

An incomparably overwhelming pressure radiated throughout the Sword Universe!

Dikru, Limut, and the others suddenly turned, hope sparking in their eyes.

Alexander, David, and all supre sage ranks of Origin Sword Sea felt the invincible imperial aura of killing intent.

This was the core of Origin Sword Sea — the sole belief in the hearts of all warriors.

A Quasi-Eternal sage rank, the Sword-Sea Emperor!

A single person with a sword capable of ending an era.

Aurek’s eyes narrowed, locking onto the torrent of swords spanning the Star Sea.

Within it, he glimpsed a figure — a Quasi-Eternal sage rank surpassing supre sage ranks!

Roar—!

The Dragon Emperor reared its head, lunging forward.

One claw smashed toward David’s Sword Core Magic Array!

The imnsely powerful sword formation shattered instantly, along with David and the Fate River he had drawn, annihilated into nothingness.

The prodigy who had ascended the Tablet of Destiny and conquered the Primordial River Cosmos fell — without even a scream.

The Dragon Emperor’s massive body crushed everything in its path. Ten or so supre sage ranks’ sacred bodies disintegrated instantly.

Its vast, boundless wings covered the entire battlefield.

With a flick of its tail, even Alexander, a ninth-level supre sage rank, was swept across thousands of star systems!

Boom—!

At the sa ti, billions of long swords coalesced into beams of ultimate killing light, raining down on the Dragon Emperor.

Roar—!

The Dragon Emperor exhaled dragonfire, streams of extre auroral energy colliding with the oncoming infinite swords!

Like two cosmic floods clashing head-on, the entire Sword Universe collapsed under this strike!

Countless worlds disintegrated into nothingness in the aftermath. Billions of lives evaporated in an instant.

The Sword-Sea Emperor’s face darkened as he cut through the destructive storm, charging directly at the Dragon Emperor.

Behind him, an imnse Fate River spiraled outward, countless slaying opportunities hidden within, intertwining with the Threads of Fate to weave a net spanning the heavens.

His gaze locked onto the towering figure above the Dragon Emperor.

The Devouring Cursed Sword Array, ford from nine hundred ninety-nine Cursed Swords, instantly coalesced!

Within the endless sword sea, tens of quadrillions of long swords swirled into the Devouring Cursed Sword Array.

The overwhelming killing aura imdiately alerted nearby Star Sea universes, stirring countless ancient legacies.

Mighty beings tried to observe from afar, but the Devouring Cursed Sword Array isolated them, only allowing a vague perception of the terrifying aura.

In that mont, the Sword Universe seed to transform into a colossal cosmic sword formation.

The Sword-Sea Emperor was its core, the singular will of this universe.

The invincible pressure of a Quasi-Eternal sage rank forcibly suppressed all battles of supre sage ranks.

The fighting figures seed frozen, their movents drastically slowed under this dominion.

"Quasi-Eternal sage rank!"

"This unmatched power..."

Mylen and the other supre sage ranks turned pale, instinctive fear rising from their very souls.

...

"In just one year, you rose from entry-level supre sage rank to ninth-level supre sage rank..."

The Sword-Sea Emperor gazed at Aurek, each word sharp and piercing, echoing across the shattered universe.

"It seems the secrets you carry are indeed worthy of my personal investigation."

"Perfect. The Magic Sword Array I created has existed for ten million years. Now, I can finally test its true power against you."

This array had originally been the Sword-Sea Emperor’s ultimate strike, prepared to seize the Dark Abyss.

As for Aurek? Previously, he had barely acknowledged him, letting David handle things.

But now, the situation had completely exceeded expectations.

An entity that had just ascended to Empyrean Sanctum a year ago had grown to such a degree.

Even this Quasi-Eternal sage rank, who had lived countless eons, was stirred.

Yet secretly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It seed the will of the cosmos could not tolerate Aurek’s existence!

Aurek, likely affected by his mindset, had rushed in imdiately after attaining ninth-level Empyrean Sanctum, leading an army into the Chaos Singularity.

At this insane pace of ascension, if given a few more years, he might truly beco unbeatable.

And now, he had essentially delivered himself to die — a gift from cosmic providence, or so the Sword-Sea Emperor could think of no other explanation.