novelI Have One Saber Strike That I Hope Everyone Will Offer Me Pointers On
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"Is that all you all are capable of? However, that is not sufficient to chase me away. I have one saber strike that I hope everyone will offer me pointers on!"
Xiao Chen's breaking all the Inferior Grade Profound Martial Techniques that flew over exceeded everyone's expectations. When facing these thirty-odd Consummation quasi-Emperors, he chose to attack forcefully.
His mind entered into a clear state. This world appeared to be pitch-black to him. Aside from him, there was no one else around.
Within his world, space froze. Time stopped moving. The entire world appeared peaceful.
It was like the universe did not exist. Aside from the darkness, there was nothing.
"Whoosh!"
A strand of saber light appeared, tearing through this dark world. Color reappeared in Xiao Chen's eyes. He saw Pei Yan, Ye Ziheng, and the others smiling derisively. The thirty-odd peak Consummation quasi-Emperors all laughed at him coldly, mocking him for overestimating himself. Despite gaining the upper hand, he did not defend himself or try to drag out the battle.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen was seeking death for himself, charging straight at them.
The thirty-odd peak Consummation quasi-Emperors thought that this was the best outcome for them. When Xiao Chen charged over, they would surround him and wear him down.
Even if Xiao Chen were as strong as the Old Black Iron Monster, able to kill a Martial Emperor, with thirty-odd peak Consummation quasi-Emperors surrounding him and attacking, they would only wear him down and kill him; there was no other possible result.
Laugh. Go on and continue laughing. You can keep your cold expressions and mock me. None of you will ever understand my heart.
This is my path, my pride, my glory. There is no need to say anything more. Everything is within this saber strike.
When Xiao Chen sent out his saber strike, various mysterious phenomena flashed continuously in the air. Poems and songs of praise resounded in the sky, singing of his various past exploits, which turned into mysterious phenomena and appeared everywhere.
While in Mohe City, after the Promise of Ten Years, he used the Ninth Heaven's Thunder Formation and defeated strong enemies. Then, he kowtowed three times to his father and left in a pique.
In the grave of the last Tianwu Emperor, he laughed loudly and challenged all the Noble Clan scions of the Great Qin Nation there, spreading his fame once again.
At the battle in the Heavenly Saber Pavilion, he finally made known his true name—Xiao Chen. He defeated various Noble Clan scions of the Great Qin Nation one after another, starting the legend of the White Robed Bladesman.
In the Ancient Desolate Land, he behaved neither arrogantly nor humbly as he broke the record unbroken for a thousand years, winning one hundred consecutive battles.
During the Five Nation Youth Competition, he was unknown. However, he defeated the various outstanding talents to stand at the peak of the Sky Dome Realm and became the King Grade True Dragon.
In the Kunlun Continent, during his King conferral ceremony, he swept through the younger generation and was conferred the Azure Dragon King.
In the Cloud Sea Domain, ten thousand dragons soared as he regained his cultivation after getting it broken, insta-killing eight quasi-Emperors.
In the Heavenly Starry Ocean, during the Four Seas Hero Gathering, Xiao Chen defeated the various outstanding talents with one move each, convincing everyone of their loss.
In my path over the past sixteen years, I underwent all sorts of pain and loneliness. This resulted in my name spreading everywhere. There is no one else like me in this world.
My entire life is glorious!
Xiao Chen was filled with lofty sentiments. He brought out the glory of this saber strike to its extreme. The various poems, songs, and mysterious phenomena together formed a vast, boundless, glorious, poetic painting.
When this saber strike landed, the smiles of the thirty-odd peak Consummation quasi-Emperors all froze, locked within the poetic painting.
"Bang!"
Xiao Chen looked coldly at the group of people with mocking expressions in the painting. Then, he held out his clenched left fist and gently spread his fingers open.
The painting immediately shattered along with the sealed space inside. It was like a mirror shattering into countless pieces.
The thirty-odd people in the painting did their best to protect themselves. However, they still ended up severely injured and vomiting blood. The power of space sent all of them flying.
Their hair scattered everywhere messily, and they were riddled with wounds, reduced to sorry states.
The people hidden in the darkness and watching were all startled and dumbstruck. Xiao Chen alone actually forced back thirty-odd peak Consummation quasi-Emperors.
With this move, half of the thirty-odd Consummation quasi-Emperors could not stand up anymore.
Some of the weaker ones even had their bodies torn apart. The gory wounds of these people were scary to look at. If not for them being Demon mixed-bloods with innately strong physical bodies, as well as them being Consummation quasi-Emperors, they would have died already.
Only about fifteen or sixteen people remained standing. Aside from the peak characters like the ten outstanding talents, most of them had lost their combat prowess entirely.
The might of this one saber strike was actually so strong!
Xiao Chen was now incredibly tired. Sweat poured from his forehead. This move exhausted not just his Law Energy but even more so his Mental Energy.
It was like he was picked clean. However, he only felt extremely carefree.
That was right, carefree.
Xiao Chen finally attained a higher level in this newly re-comprehended Instant of Glory, properly reaching Small Perfection.
For most quasi-Emperors, even if they were fortunate enough to obtain a Medial Grade Profound Martial Technique, they would still have difficulty unleashing it even once.
Only a few could be like Xiao Chen, able to use it as he pleased. Such people were few and far between. Even so, these people would not be able to match Xiao Chen in comprehension ability.
What Small Perfection meant was that one could completely bring out thirty percent of the Medial Grade Profound Martial Technique's might.
However, out of these people here, several of them could bring out only fifty to sixty percent of an Inferior Grade Profound Martial Technique, much less a Medial Grade Profound Martial Technique.
Being suppressed by such might, their defeat was not undeserved.
The quasi-Emperors watching in the darkness were all frightened silly. The threat of such a move was simply too huge.
Xiao Chen looked at the ten-odd people still standing in front. The mockery and scorn of these people had long since disappeared. In their place was a deep-seated fear.
"Damn it. Unexpectedly, he has practiced a Medial Grade Profound Martial Technique to Small Perfection."
As these people watched Xiao Chen's robes flutter about, they hatefully gnashed their teeth. How could they have expected a peak Great Perfection quasi-Emperor to be able to force them into such a sorry state?
As Xiao Chen stood in the air, his body exuded the formless dominance of a king, causing the sky to change color and stirring up the winds and clouds.
Xiao Chen's gaze appeared unparalleledly sharp, displaying his resolute heart. No one dared to meet his gaze.
They simply could not understand the yearning Xiao Chen had for the Flower of Life.
Without the Demonic Essence Core, these outstanding talents would only find it more difficult to clear their Great Tribulation of wind and fire.
However, without the Flower of Life, Xiao Chen could not advance to Martial Emperor. Everything would be for naught. His dreams, his hopes, they would all come to nothing.
The words "fighting for his life" were serious and no joke at all.
Before such strength, the remaining ten-odd people did not dare to act rashly. Unexpectedly, a deadlock developed.
It was hard to imagine that Xiao Chen, whom everyone looked down on, really used the saber in his hand to block thirty-odd peak Consummation quasi-Emperors.
"Drip! Drip!" The bloody rain in the sky fell endlessly, mixed with the dust. It even seemed to intensify.
The shock waves of this Instant of Glory were more than just one or two levels higher than the shock waves of the combined killing moves of these people.
The Death Swamp suffered an undeserved calamity that killed several more ordinary Flying Dragon Snakes.
Their deaths exacerbated the bloody rain. As it fell on these people, it quickly dyed their clothes red.
Xiao Chen showed a cold gaze amid the bloody rain. He just left it to fall on his body, showing no intent to withdraw his aura.
Time crept by. Dugu Ao and the others looked set to kill the already severely injured Flying Dragon Snake.
Pei Yan and the others became even more frustrated in this bloody rain, wanting to charge over several times.
However, when these people's gazes met Xiao Chen's, and then took in the people lying on the ground and moaning in pain, they remembered the boundlessly glorious mysterious phenomenon.
These people felt their hearts quail for some reason and did not dare to act rashly. Even the strongest, Pei Yan, was no exception.
After being struck by that Instant of Glory, Pei Yan retained only seventy percent of his combat prowess.
By Pei Yan's estimation, if he had to bear the full force of Instant of Glory himself, he would either end up dead or severely injured.
Only Heaven knew whether this fellow would risk his life to send out another Instant of Glory.
He definitely would. Judging from Xiao Chen's expression, Pei Yan fearfully thought, This fellow would do it again.
As long as anyone dared to step forward, Xiao Chen would be willing to pay the price of his life and drag that person down to hell with him.
This was really laughable. Pei Yan was the top ranker of the ten outstanding talents of the Human-Demon Sea.
However, before this foreigner, before this youth younger than him by more than ten years, Pei Yan actually showed such a cowardly mentality.
The companions behind him did not give him any sense of safety whatsoever.
How aggrieved did Pei Yan feel? He clenched his right hand so tightly that his nails nearly dug into his flesh. He felt extremely stifled, so frustrated that his entire body shook, but he still did not dare to go forward.
If even Pei Yan felt that way, then all the more the others beside him. However, they would not feel satisfied if they left just like that. Hence, the situation turned into a deadlock.
The Human-Demon Sea's outstanding talents were in a situation where they could neither advance nor retreat.
"Pu!"
Just at this moment, a miserable shriek resounded in the Death Swamp being showered in blood. After paying a price, Dugu Ao's group finally managed to chop off the mutated Flying Dragon Snake's head.
In that instant, blood fountained out of the neck of this Flying Dragon Snake. As a result, the somewhat weakened bloody rain intensified once more.
The three-thousand-year-old mutated Flying Dragon Snake died just like that. Berserk energy swept out, kicking up a rapid gust in the swamp that sounded like ghosts crying.
Everyone clearly understood what this sharp, miserable shriek meant.
Instantly, the deadlock broke. The temptation of the Demonic Essence Core finally overcame the fear in the depths of everyone's hearts.
The ten-odd peak Consummation quasi-Emperors in front and the even larger number of quasi-Emperors watching from the darkness were like a pack of wolves on a grass plain that had waited for very long.
At this moment, all their eyes lit up, and they made a move.
However, just when everyone got up, the drenched and bloodied Xiao Chen swung his saber ferociously and shouted in rage, "Who dares to move?!"
As Xiao Chen shouted in rage, he completely infused his peak will of thunder in his words. Tens of thousands of bolts of lightning flashed.
The instant he spoke, that resplendent and dazzling Lightning Talisman vanished from his sea of consciousness and turned into ten thousand lightning bolts plunging from the sky.
Together with the peak will of thunder, the ten thousand lightning bolts tore through the sky at the same time. What a scene this was!
This moment was like the Apocalypse. The indescribable electric light reaved all the color from this colorful world—leaving only black and white.
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