Chapter 681 - One Sword To Rule Them All (2/2)

Shen Lian had abandoned every other thoughts and his heart of Dao was one with the realm of vagueness. There was no up neither nor down, no time-space, no people neither nor me.

A Killing Sword emerged. It contained the Dao meaning of the milky way and the desolation of the netherworld as the Yin and Yang evolved like the flow of the time.

One sword to rule and dominate them all.

The gleam of the blade and the gleam of the sword met head-on, nothing else in the world could outshine the glory of both the gleams of the sword and the blade.

Emperor Xia's gleam of blade spurted into a supreme blade under such desperate conditions while Yinglong completed the most glorious course of its life. Even if a second Yinglong appeared, it would never outshine its brilliance and grandeur at that very moment.

Dragons were born into the heaven and earth just like passengers. Its very last wish was for Emperor Xia to survive.

The dragon's last gaze was set at the intersection of the gleam of sword and gleam of blade. It desperately longed to see the gleam of blade overpower everything. However, it would never be able to witness the arrival of that moment.

Yinglong had passed away and its spirit had dissipated.

Emperor Xia's body was covered with demonic blood as his body started to wreck. However, he was still standing still as if he would never fall.

The gleams of the sword and blade faded at the same time. There was no sound between heaven and earth and the cracks in the void patched up swiftly. As the earth sank, the Yin energy of the Netherworld surged out and several ghostly spirits were rejuvenated from it. They started to grow stronger but none of them dared to roar out loud.

Shen Lian remained composed but a bunch of his long black hair fell from the back of his ears like fallen stars. In other words, he was not totally unscathed.

It was obvious that Shen Lian had the upper hand. Despite the many eruptions of Emperor Xia and the sacrifice of Yinglong, it did not manage to turn the tables.

The powerful person who was secretly watching the fight could not help but felt bitter. Although he knew from the very start that Shen Lian would be the undisputed best person of the Netherworld, when that moment arrived, he would still be unwilling to accept it.

The flawless Shen Lian was as majestic as Daoist Master and Buddha. Emperor Xia on the other was in helter-skelter. The prestige and reputation he built over the years had been crushed completely.

He was no longer the invincible Emperor Xia, nor was he the greatest monarch in the history of the Xia tribe. He was just a loser and was not the hegemon of the Netherworld.

No one would like to lose and Emperor Xia absolutely hated failure.

However, he had to admit that there was an inseparable gap between him and Shen Lian. In the path of cultivation, Shen Lian was definitely a class above him.

Shen Lian's Killing Sword may not be as powerful as Chen Jianmei's Anatta Sword but Shen Lian had fully mastered his very own Killing Sword.

Emperor Xia's Blade of Resolution could only happen after exhausting himself and sacrificing Yinglong. He had no more energy to draw his blade for the second time. Conversely, Shen Lian could calmly draw his second and third sword.

Shen Lian's second sword came. Emperor Xia could no longer react to it and allowed it to pierce through his chest. Warm blood spilled out and the Primeval Demonic Heart leaped out from the chest and attempted to escape.

However, a giant hand prevented it from doing so.

The space was completely sealed and the demonic heart landed in the giant hand. The runes on the demonic heart were circulating with endless Primeval Demonic Qi and the Primeval Demonic Thoughts contained in it was raging.