Wang Anfeng reached out his hand.
The Heavenly Emperor's expression suddenly changed. The remaining Celestial experts roared and charged forward, placing themselves between Wang Anfeng and the Heavenly Emperor. Wang Anfeng held a sword that once belonged to his father, channeling a thread of Heavenly Dao Qi that didn't originally belong to him, forcibly directing it into the sword.
The sword cast countless lights in his eyes.
At that mont, even the firmant seed to dim. The low and intense sword hum swept across the seventy-two counties of the land and waters in an instant. Wang Anfeng felt imnse pressure, as if bearing the weight of the entire world. Even his Vajra Physique began to crumble from within. He gritted his teeth, knowing he only had one opportunity to deliver this strike.
The hilt of the Zhan Lu Sword, which had absorbed the Dragon Qi of the entire world, was scalding hot, like a burning sun.
Wang Anfeng gripped the sword tightly and stepped forward fiercely.
The vast and majestic sword montum unfolded.
Everyone saw the sword instantly restrain all its sharpness, and in Wang Anfeng's eyes, there was a serene and indifferent light, similar to the one previously held by the Heavenly Emperor. Like the wind, he skimd toward the Heavenly Emperor, whose angry shout exploded in the taut air:
"He can only strike once, stop him!"
In his roar, figures rushed forward. This was the final chance, the last contest. Everyone understood that their opponent could only strike once. The tall Heavenly General, who once stood beside the Beichen Sword Immortal, clenched his teeth.
He had made a decision. Since only one strike could be launched, the aim was to provoke it early. He charged toward Wang Anfeng like a beast facing death, his weapon slashing down mightily. In his heart, he thought that to die under the 'Heavenly Dao' in such a state was preferable to Beichen.
A figure suddenly surpassed Wang Anfeng.
A cold light, like the Milky Way falling, intercepted the Heavenly General, who was stunned and shouted in anger:
"Who?!"
"Great Qin, Yu Wenze!"
Unnoticed by anyone, the first severely injured Famous General of Great Qin had already broken through, intercepting the Heavenly General. anwhile, Wang Anfeng maintained that ethereal realm, surpassing Yu Wenze. Nobody expected his speed to be so fast, even approaching the young man who just made a move.
The Heavenly Emperor suddenly struck, with an extrely tricky angle.
Wang Anfeng raised his left hand, thrusting it forward straight. His left fist collided with the powerful right palm of the Heavenly Emperor.
The pure, sweeping brute force appeared once again.
Without utilizing that thread of Heavenly Dao, Wang Anfeng's left hand and arm cracked inch by inch, blood flowing heavily. His black eyes were cold and serene. The Heavenly Emperor gathered his Qi chanism and struck again, only to sweep past a remnant image. The cold-eyed Wang Anfeng vanished, replaced by another person appearing behind him.
The Heavenly Emperor's pupils contracted, and then there was a sudden realization—
"Such movent technique, and such external cultivation."
"You are their disciple..."
Nobody noticed his muttering. Wang Anfeng made his move behind him in an instant, his longsword extending out as he spun. The power of his shoulder, arm, and wrist finally transferred to the blade, which coincidentally pierced the Heavenly Emperor's heart. The straightforward and concise strike was flawless.
It was the very path of the thrust.
In the next mont, Wang Anfeng withdrew from that realm. In the final mont, he pulled out his sword and struck toward the void as the Heavenly Emperor fell, then descended backward.
The Dao's resonance dispersed, returning to Heaven and Earth.
A booming sound echoed.
The vast and boundless sea of clouds enveloping the entire Heaven and Earth suddenly collapsed. It seed these really weren't ordinary white clouds, unable to bear the weight of those who ascended, and everyone plumted from the sky. Dragon Qi ascended, counteracting the terrestrial gravity for these people.
That sword banished the Heavenly Realm from above the mortal world.
Wang Anfeng fell upon the clouds, and then the clouds dispersed, and he tumbled toward the world below.
Golden-red sunlight fell into his eyes, carrying warmth as he slightly opened his eyes.
The glow from the horizon had already appeared.
The Zhan Lu Sword in his hand flew out of his grip on its own; he was exhausted. Falling with the wind, his clothes fluttered, gazing at the distant, brilliantly fiery clouds. Such a normal teorological phenonon hadn't been seen for a long ti. He reached out a hand and touched the hidden wooden box in his bosom, smiling slightly.
Xue Girl...
Having struck with full strength, he had no power left to fly, only to naturally fall while supported by Dragon Qi.
But in an instant, the Dragon Qi suddenly dissipated. Astonishnt appeared on Wang Anfeng's face, but he didn't have ti to think as he was pulled toward the ground to crash down. He looked at the soft grass below, without any other intentions, just thinking, falling like this probably wouldn't be fatal.
The vast sky, the flat earth, and streams flowing between the rocks.
Crisp bells chid in the world.
A white figure rushed toward him.
Black hair at the temple was slightly shorter, not far away. The elegant Taoist watched with a smile as the girl ran forward, arms crossed, and watched as the person fell from the sky. With a shake of the head, he murmured that now was not the ti to be disturbed. A layer of Grandmaster Level Qi chanism spread, and the martial artists who had just landed were suddenly pulled away by a force.
Under the lting golden sunset, a figure in white clothes charged forward with crashing force, catching another person.
The two were already exhausted, landing on the ground and tumbling a few tis before stopping. Wang Anfeng coughed continuously from the impact, but it brought him out of the extre fatigue. He spread his arms, lying on the ground, looking at the girl beside him, exhaled deeply, then burst out laughing, laughing until he coughed, his wounds aching, but laughter filled his eyes.
He didn't know why he was so happy.
Just then, at the edge of his vision, he suddenly saw the spinning wooden box falling from the sky, was stunned for a mont, and touched his bosom. Sohow, he found the strength to struggle up, clumsily using his right hand to catch the box. The sandalwood box couldn't withstand the collision and shattered, and the hairpin fell into Wang Anfeng's hand.
Wang Anfeng sighed in relief, but the Phoenix Hairpin broke in half, falling straight to his feet.
He was slightly dazed.
"What is it?" A crisp voice ca from behind. Wang Anfeng, startled, instinctively hid the Phoenix Hairpin behind his back, turned to look at the girl, and found himself stamring inexplicably. Xue Qinshuang's eyes sparkled, tilting her head, softly spoke:
"Is it for ?"
Seeing she had already noticed it, Wang Anfeng knew he couldn't hide it and said:
"Yes, but it's... it's a bit broken..."
"I can fix it."
He extended his hand, and the exquisite Seven Phoenix Hairpin broke at the back, making one feel it was a pity. Just as he was about to withdraw it, Xue Qinshuang extended her hand, and took out her Jade Hairpin.
Her black hair fell like ink down her back.
The clouds in the sky dispersed like an ocean, the Beichen eagles flapping their wings, while the martial artists on earth fell from the sky like stars. They saw, in the place where the setting sun cast its soft glow, the Master of Divine Martial Mansion who had slain the Heavenly Emperor and banished the Heavenly Realm, nodding earnestly bit by bit.
The girl in front of him looked at him, eyes and cheeks all adorned with gentle light by the sunset.
With a smile, she extended her hand and said:
"Master of Divine Martial Mansion."
"Hmm?"
"Would you be willing to comb my hair and pin it up?"
PS: The End.
The new book will take a few more days, and plans for the coming days will be shared with everyone—
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