What seemed like a hundred silvery white Sword Lights, like the most rigorously trained soldiers, synchronized completely and swiftly formed a Sword Array in front of Su Chen.
This Sword Array was sophisticated, taking on the shape of the Four Symbols and Eight Trigrams. The Sword Intent became fully three-dimensional, enveloping the area where Su Chen stood within a 360-degree, no-dead-angle sword barrier.
"Go!!!" Then, Qin Tu shouted again as his longsword moved once more.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh...
This time, the hundred Sword Lights stirred, striking like a hundred sky-piercing Arrows, their sharpness boundless and dazzling, carving through the air, sweeping through reality and illusion, overwhelmingly advancing towards Su Chen.
As the hundred Sword Lights moved as one, it was evident that the entire great hall felt as if time and space had been locked by that silent, annihilating Sword Intent and Killing Intent, completely frozen.
The visual effect was terrifyingly intense. The spectators present all turned pale, lacking all color in their faces. Even though they were not the targets of the hundred Sword Lights, they felt as if their hearts, necks, and foreheads were being pierced through by the sharp Sword Lights.
On the main stage, the Xuanfeng Emperor’s expression was extremely solemn. Even he felt a hint of danger emanating from Qin Tu’s Sword Array. One could imagine how formidable Qin Tu’s Sword Array was.
Indeed, the Wanlong Dynasty was the strongest among the Four Great Dynasties within the territory of the Nan’e Ancient Kingdom. A mere prince could possess such horrifying strength. The Xuanfeng Dynasty still had a very long way to go!
At the same time, Elder Huo had held her breath. She was hidden in the air, her eyes unblinking, all her attention and vigor focused on Su Chen.
She felt that Su Chen was in danger.
She was prepared to intervene and rescue Su Chen.
And at that moment, Su Chen showed not a trace of fear or trepidation, but instead suddenly deployed a movement technique and began to weave through the battlefield.
What? Su Chen’s action almost caused those Martial Cultivators who still harbored some hope for him to collapse. They thought that at the very least, Su Chen should be swinging his fists or longsword to counter the hundred Sword Lights, right?
He shouldn’t be directly using a movement technique to dodge, should he?
It was certain that Su Chen definitely could not escape the space of Killing Intent created by the Sword Array, and within that Sword Array space, with the hundred Sword Lights intersecting, it was truly impenetrably tight. To what extent must one’s movement technique reach to completely evade them?
Just one slip, just a tad too slow, and wouldn’t he be penetrated by that Sword Array?
What was Su Chen thinking? Was this too arrogant, or had he just given up hope?
Even the Xuanfeng Emperor and Elder Huo were bewildered.
Su Chen’s choice seemed like child’s play!
Was he seeking death?
The next moment, Su Chen’s figure began to flicker. As the Mysterious Qi Flow circulated, he executed "Shadowless Trace," and at the same time, he closed his eyes, relying entirely on his powerful Divine Soul to "see." He didn’t know what others thought, but he had absolute confidence in himself, and thus his heart remained calm.
It was just a hundred Sword Lights; no matter how dense, there would always be gaps. Those gaps were wide enough for him to slip through.
"Hmph! Ignorant of death! Absurd!" Seeing that Su Chen was really preparing to dodge with his movement technique, Qin Tu nearly burst out laughing. He had seen fools before but never one so brainlessly foolish.
Between the flashes of lightning, the Sword Array arrived!!!
It was absolutely nerve-wracking, like scattered rain, uniform and silvery white, concentrated and blinding.
The denseness of it made one’s scalp tingle as if it would explode!
In an instant, many in the great hall held their breath, almost guessing what they would see next—Su Chen would be pierced into a sieve.
Su Chen’s movements became inexplicably strange and graceful.
Before their eyes, he truly seemed like a butterfly flitting through flowers, drifting amongst the Sword Array. There was only about half a meter gap between two beams of Sword Light, but Su Chen could always appear precisely in that half-meter space, perfectly avoiding the Sword Light from all directions.
Time and again, it looked as though the Sword Light would land on Su Chen’s body, but it always missed by just a hair’s breadth, as if he was endowed with the ultimate Destiny.
The scene was such that even in one’s wildest dreams, it would be hard to imagine, completely surpassing everyone’s understanding of movement techniques.
Inside the great hall, it seemed as if Su Chen was the only living person left; all others appeared dead, with a dead silence devoid of vitality. Qin Tu’s face initially held a hint of fierce murderous intent, confidence, pride, and pleasure, but gradually, his face turned ashen, his pupils dilating continuously until they bulged out like those of a frog, almost ready to overflow.
A few breaths passed.
Suddenly, Su Chen stopped.
And those hundred trails of Sword Light, aimed with killing intent, plunged deep into the floor of the great hall, raising rows of dark sword holes as if reaching down to the Heart of the Earth.
Su Chen appeared completely unharmed, not even a thread of his clothing was damaged, as if the relentless Killing Formation had been nothing but a dream.
In fact, while Su Chen seemed at ease, actually achieving this was as difficult as ascending to heaven.
Two conditions were essential...
The first was an unprecedentedly astonishing movement technique. "Shadowless Trace" just fit the bill, a movement technique that came infinitely close to the Tao Realm. In the entire Divine Martial Continent, except for the Buddha Domain, it’s nearly impossible to find a second tome with a sufficiently high Rank of movement technique. And Su Chen had achieved Perfection in its mastery.
The second was the Divine Soul. No matter how fast the movement technique, if one can’t accurately judge where the Sword Light will land, it’s futile. Su Chen’s Divine Soul happened to be strong and formidable. With the boost from the Three Powers Transformation, the intensity of his Divine Soul was profoundly terrifying. It was like a 360-degree camera that could clearly capture the trajectory of the Sword Light and even predict it in advance.
Therefore, it was almost impossible to find a second person who could handle Qin Tu’s Sword Array so effortlessly using just a movement technique.
"No... It’s not possible!!!" Within the bone-chilling silence, Qin Tu felt icy cold. He truly wondered if he was seeing a ghost, if he was fighting against a ghostly deity. His heart convulsed as if it were about to spasm. Staring at Su Chen, his voice trembled, he shook his head vehemently, devoid of any fighting spirit.
"Nothing is impossible. Alright, you’ve already made your move, so now, it’s my turn..." Su Chen smiled and met Qin Tu’s gaze, "I’ll strike with one Sword as well."
Su Chen suddenly drew his Sword.
The Sword came forth.
Everyone present felt their Divine Soul violently stunned, their minds blanked, and that wasn’t all - each person felt as though they had fallen into a sea of Swords, with countless beams of Sword Light penetrating their skin, shin bones, blood, viscera, and even their Divine Souls.
Every breath was a Sword.
Every glance was a Sword.
Every thought was a Sword.
Everything was a Sword.
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Trapped and solidified by the Swords.
Utter, unparalleled despair.