"What?"
Hearing Ian Song's words, the various major powers were all taken aback and surprised. But Summer Huanlong was overjoyed and quickly said, "Everyone, you see? This little thief is unbelievably arrogant and domineering! If you all retreat now, he'll come after each of you one by one and pick you off. Can you really hold him off? It's better to join forces today and eliminate him once and for all!"
With Summer Huanlong's words, everyone did indeed start to worry about being picked off one by one.
The next moment, Felix Yan, Sect Master of War-God Sect, fixed his gaze on Ian and demanded, "Evan Chu, do you really want to fall out with all of us?"
Ian just gave a disdainful smile and said, "I gave you all a chance just now. Too bad you didn't cherish it. Missed chances must be washed away with blood!"
Hearing Ian's words, the crowd was furious. Zachary Zhang shouted coldly, "Outrageous! Do you really think our clans and sects are made of clay?"
"Evan Chu, is this really necessary? Why not take a step back?" Raymond Zhuge, head of the Zhuge Clan, sighed.
Ian glanced at him and said slowly, "I have some friendship with Zhuge Jiancheng. If you're willing to make him the Zhuge Clan's heir, then this time, I won't pursue the Zhuge Clan!"
Zhuge Jiancheng was the son of Raymond's second brother, Zhuge Nanfeng, and had no right to inherit the clan head position.
So when Ian made his request, Raymond Zhuge's face immediately turned gloomy. "Evan Chu, how can you, an outsider, interfere in Zhuge affairs? Besides, with over a dozen powers allied, there's nothing you can do to us!"
"Is that so?"
Ian smiled indifferently. "Enough talk—let's settle this with our fists!"
"Arrogant!"
"Presumptuous!"
"Courting death!"
"Attack!"
With shouts and curses, forty-six Sun-Soul experts attacked together. The momentum was terrifying, as if the end of the world had arrived.
Facing this wave after wave of attacks, Ian not only didn't retreat—he charged straight in alone. To outsiders, he looked like a tiny stone in a flood, liable to be swallowed up at any moment.
But right at that moment—
A short cyan sword appeared in Ian's hand.
The Azure Flood-Dragon Sword—an existence that surpasses so-called immortal treasures.
In the next instant, a wild surge of sword intent erupted, and the Azure Flood-Dragon Sword in Ian Song’s hand flared with five-colored light. Right now, Ian held nothing back, unleashing his full strength for all to see.
“Slash!”
Ian swung the Azure Flood-Dragon Sword, slashing straight into the oncoming tide of attacks.
A hundred-meter-long, five-colored sword beam shot out from the Azure Flood-Dragon Sword, crashing straight into the flood of attacks.
“Boom boom boom!”
With a series of deafening collisions and explosions, the hundred-meter sword beam dimmed considerably, but it still managed to forcibly cleave the combined attack of forty-six Sun-Soul experts in two!
“What?”
“How is that possible?”
“No way, he actually—he actually did it!”
Seeing this scene, not only were the forty-six Sun-Soul experts dumbfounded, but most of the watching martial artists were left staring with their mouths wide open!
“Boom! Boom!”
The sundered flood of attacks slammed into the buildings behind, tearing through them like a typhoon—leaving nothing but ruin in its wake.
Half a moment later.
Titus Xuanyuan, Sect Master of Dragon-Martial Sect, asked in disbelief, “You—just what kind of existence are you?”
“You tell me,” Ian replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ian stepped into the air, and the Azure Flood-Dragon Sword in his hand flared again.
Skyless!
This time, there was no massive hundred-meter sword beam, but the sense of danger for all the Sun-Soul martial artists only intensified. That’s right—just now, Ian’s hundred-meter sword beam was pure brute force, but now, he was unleashing the Heavenbreaker Sword Canon!
Bang!
Sword intent surged and crashed again and again against the hearts and souls of the Sun-Soul experts.
Those with weaker spirit coughed up blood on the spot.
At the same time, foot-long sword auras flickered ghost-like around them.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Blood sprayed everywhere. In a single move, all forty-six Sun-Soul experts were slashed by sword qi—some were left covered in wounds and barely alive, others only had one gash, but no matter how much power they summoned, none could heal the cuts left by the sword intent.
One sword injuring forty-six Sun-Souls—terrifying beyond belief!
At that moment, the forty-six Sun-Soul experts looked at Ian Song with changed eyes.
At that moment, Sherry Summers looked at Ian Song differently—her gaze held worship, excitement, and budding affection. Her fists clenched and unclenched, but she didn’t notice; her eyes were glued to the proud, thin figure in the sky, unable to look away for even a second.
The watching warriors also looked at Ian Song with new respect…
In the crowd, Brian Zhang (Zhang Bicheng) also clenched his fists so hard his nails pierced his palms, drawing blood. A wave of despair welled up from his heart—he knew he’d never surpass that guy in his lifetime!
Ian Song frowned in faint dissatisfaction. Using martial true essence to drive the Heavenbreaker Sword Canon still felt lacking; if he could use immortal yuan force, not a single person here would survive.
"Again!"
The moment Ian raised his sword, all forty-six Sun-Souls shuddered inside.
Next instant, Ian vanished from where he stood!
Then, a shriek rang out, as if a giant hammer had smashed into their hearts.
Summer Huanlong was dead—not only his body, but even his Sun-Soul was shredded by the overwhelming sword intent.
Terror—boundless terror!
They hadn’t even seen how Ian struck. Putting themselves in Summer Huanlong’s place, they realized if that sword had targeted them, they’d have ended up the same.
Pierce God!!!
Ian vanished again.
Another scream followed—another Sun-Soul expert had died.
"Evan Chu, do you really intend to wipe us all out?"
Felix Yan roared.
"If you don’t pull weeds up by the roots, they’ll grow back with the spring wind. Since you chose to get involved, be ready to fall!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ian vanished again.
Next instant, Felix Yan was dead!
"Sect Master!"
The War-God Sect’s Sun-Soul experts shouted in alarm.
Run!
Flee!
The remaining Sun-Soul experts had no courage left to stay. They turned into streaks of light, shooting in all directions. But just then, a grand formation erupted, covering several kilometers.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Every fleeing Sun-Soul was bounced back by the array.
Ian stood in midair with his sword, eyes playful as he looked down on them—like a god above the nine heavens, looking down on all living things.
"Die!"
Ian called out, and another sword came from the west—another Sun-Soul expert fell.
"Young Master Chu, that’s enough!"
Just as Ian raised his sword to continue the slaughter, an old man rose from the ground and floated in midair, staring at Ian: "Master Chu, give this old man some face. How about you stop killing now?"
"It’s Emperor Abyss! We’re saved!"
Seeing the old man, Titus Xuanyuan shouted with excitement.
Emperor Abyss’s real name is Neron Vale, the eleventh emperor of Valeguard, and the current emperor’s grandfather.
During his reign, Neron Vale broke through the Sun-Soul Realm and became an existence beyond Sun-Soul.
Later, he passed on the throne and secluded himself in the Imperial Palace. It’s been eighty years since he last appeared—no one expected him to show up today.