Thus, Murong Yan quickly lowered her head, avoiding Song Cheng’s gaze, and said nothing more.
Song Chengxin did not think much of it. He simply felt embarrassed about meeting Murong Yan’s daughter and her family.
He immediately turned to glance at the prohibition decree, then smiled and said, "Alright, everyone, dear mentors, sisters, brothers and siblings. This is the task we must accomplish today—we cannot afford to lose anything. Therefore, from now on, I will break this prohibition, and the rest of you will be responsible for holding onto the Soul Grass!"
The disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, including Murong Yan, all nodded before stepping aside.
Seeing the crowd clearing the way, Song Cheng immediately took out the sword curse previously forbidden from use, holding a blade in his hand as he prepared.
A flash of sword light emanated from the sword seal, shooting directly at the prohibition decree, initiating the strike.
Evidently, the seventh prohibition was the final seal at the heart of this secret realm, stronger than the previous six. For a moment, the restriction trembled, but it did not entirely shatter.
Song Cheng frowned slightly at this scene, his brows knitting together as his sword finger pointed directly at the sword curse. In an instant, an immense sword soul burst forth from his sword finger, surging with energy, and fired toward the sword curse.
Receiving Song Cheng’s swordsmanship, the sword seal seemed to awaken as if brought to life by a grand general. It twisted sharply, and under its relentless grinding, the once indestructible prohibition began to dissolve visibly, almost breaking apart at an observable speed.
As Song Cheng and the disciples of Murong Yan’s sect watched the seal finally shatter, they collectively exhaled in relief.
But abruptly, several figures sprang out from the side, rushing toward the patch of Soul Grass at lightning speed.
Witnessing this, Murong Yan and the three disciples of the Divine Sword Sect’s faction immediately turned pale, hurriedly drawing their swords to intercept them.
However, these individuals had appeared too suddenly, coupled with Murong Yan and the other disciples’ overconfidence in the sect, leaving them utterly unprepared for defense—there was simply no time to react.
Before their blades even extinguished their glow, a figure of considerable strength from the Late Yuan Dynasty had already reached the Soul Grass ahead of them.
"Ah, my dear brothers of the Divine Sword Sect, forgive me for taking this treasure without respect!"
The man gazed at the patch of Soul Grass before him and broke into a proud grin.
Though he did not fully understand the efficacy of this soul-nurturing herb, based on his years of exploring secret realms, anything the Sword Sect God fervently sought must surely be a great treasure!
To him, possessing even one stem of this Soul Grass was undoubtedly worth the gains of his journey!
But just as his hand reached out to touch the elusive herb, Song Cheng, who had been managing the seal, sneered, "Ant, you’ve been waiting for this moment long enough, haven’t you?"
"Waiting? What do you mean?"
Before the man could respond, he saw Song Cheng’s sword finger swiftly twist, igniting the power of the freshly unleashed sword seal.
In the blink of an eye, sword light descended upon the man’s back, slashing downward.
The man felt the overwhelming power of the sword light and let out a mournful scream, exhausting all his defensive techniques to ward off the attack.
Yet, it was evident that against the formidable sword, his defenses were as fragile as bubbles burst by mere touch. He could not resist the blow, watching helplessly as the sword sliced through him, drawing blood.
"What... what is he doing?"
The crowd was shocked by the immense power of Song Cheng’s unleashed sword curse.
A black-haired, black-clothed young man suddenly appeared, breaking the tension. The crowd turned to him in confusion.
Murong Yan stared in disbelief, her eyes wide, for the visitor was none other than Yang Tian, the one who had embedded the soul of her artistry!
She knew Yang Tian was the brother of Chen Xueku. It was precisely because she had spoken of the soul-nurturing herb that Yang Tian decided to come to this secret realm!
But Murong Yan herself did not know why Chenjian Sect wanted them to find the Soul Stabilizing Grass to help Yun Han Immortal capture Chen Xue.
Therefore, she had always believed Yang Tian’s entry into this secret realm aligned with their purpose—to aid Chen Xue in obtaining the soul-nurturing herb!
At this moment, however, with the same goal imminent—the acquisition of the Soul Grass—it was evident to even a fool that Yang Tian had no intention of helping Chenjian Sect and had entirely different motives!
Murong Yan observed this clearly, but how could others fail to see it?
As Yang Tian strode forward alone toward the Soul Grass, a martial hero disciple from Chenjian Sect let out a cold snort. He unsheathed his sword and carved a mark into the ground before him, arrogantly declaring, "Cross this line, and you die!"
This single statement, coupled with the immense power emanating from the Late Yuan Dynasty disciple, caused everyone to involuntarily hold their breath.
Song Cheng coldly sneered at this sight.
He did not know where Yang Tian originated from, but in his eyes, Yang Tian was simply another member of the rabble craving treasure.
In fact, he viewed Yang Tian as even more foolish than the others.
At this moment, he had fully demonstrated the origin and might of the sword curse, making it clear to the onlookers that resistance was futile!
And in the face of the hero disciple’s obstruction, Song Cheng felt certain Yang Tian couldn’t proceed, confident in Lin Jingyun’s abilities as a rising star among Chenjian Sect’s younger generation.
Though Chen Xue, discovered from the Lower Realm, possessed the Jianxin body and unbeatable technique, Lin Jingyun’s mastery conceived from seven hearts and lofty shen body aligned seamlessly with Divine Sword Sect’s prowess!
As Lin Jingyun stood before him, who would dare take a single step forward?
Momentarily, brows furrowed across the vicinity, including Song Cheng’s.
Because Yang Tian continued to advance unabated, seemingly oblivious to Lin Jingyun’s words and blind to the sword seal traces drawn by him.
He crossed the boundary with steady strides.
Lin Jingyun, embodying Song Cheng’s assessment, was arrogant and self-assured, yet his anger erupted fiercely as this unknown man, disregarding the warning, directly stepped onto the marked boundary.
"Excellent! Excellent! Excellent indeed!"
Lin Jingyun uttered three consecutive exclamations, followed by a cold snort, then raised his sword arm high.
"With courage comes the price—death! Cut him down!"
As an azure dragon’s whistle echoed, Lin Jingyun’s sword gleamed brilliantly blue before transforming into an Azure Dragon, charging directly at Yang Tian.
This was the Divine Sword, the Dragon Sword, and the Supreme God’s blade!
Seeing this, Song Cheng let out a quiet laugh, retracting his gaze, and ceased paying attention to Yang Tian.
In his perspective, with Lin Jingyun unleashing the Dragon Sword, Yang Tian would undoubtedly perish under its strike—no exceptions could be made.
Others sighed softly, marveling at the might of the Sword Sect!
Even Lin Jingyun alone wielded such power beyond imagination—how terrifying would Song Cheng, an elite of the great sect, be when he acted?