Chapter 632: You Think You've Won?
The Golden Scale Heaven-Piercing Python stared wide-eyed.
It had thought Chen Huaian was being suppressed by the world's rules because he came from another world.
Since he came from another world, naturally when his power became strong enough to threaten this world, he would be rejected.
But it had never imagined.
That this sword cultivator before it would so casually snap the world's rejection force with a simple gesture.
The moment the final chain shattered.
A faint shadow of a sword cultivator wearing black robes appeared behind him, the two gradually overlapping and merging together.
And at the instant the shadow and his true form completely fused, a terrifying aura as profound as the abyss erupted from Chen Huaian, sweeping across everything.
Space around him shattered inch by inch, forming an area of absolute nothingness—that was the supreme pressure truly belonging to a Great Ascension Stage cultivator, surpassing this world's limits.
This pressure was too overwhelming for Earth Star, to the extent that the world's rules couldn't even form around Chen Huaian.
At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into a human-shaped black hole!
"Feathered Transformation, you're also Feathered Transformation?! Th-this is impossible!!!"
The arrogance on the Golden Scale Heaven-Piercing Python's human-like face instantly froze.
Replaced by shock and confusion.
No! Not just Feathered Transformation.
It could sense that even its own Feathered Transformation realm power seemed so insignificant and laughable before that aura.
"What Feathered Transformation? Worthless trash."
Chen Huaian snorted coldly: "Scum of the lower realm, have you ever heard of a realm called Great Ascension?" Follow current novᴇls on N0velFire.ɴet
He pointed his fingers like a sword, and the Black Scales Sword appeared in his hand, the blade flowing with sharp Sword Intent.
"Wretched beast, receive this Venerable One's sword strike!"
Chen Huaian lightly raised his wrist, the sword tip pointing at the horrified Golden Scale Heaven-Piercing Python as he chanted, his voice like jade and gold, resounding through the universe:
"As if a celestial immortal went mad with drink—"
As the verse left his mouth, Chen Huaian's long sword seemed to casually stir.
"Chaotically crushing white clouds to pieces!"
The turbid dark clouds above the entire Demon Kingdom were instantly stirred violently by an invisible, tremendous force.
As if there really was a celestial immortal drunk, wantonly unleashing power!
Endless cloud energy was crushed and reorganized, transforming into billions of incomparably sharp, chaotic and formless Sword Qi.
These Sword Qi didn't stab downward directly, but gathered together, rotating, shrieking, grinding—like a massive millstone carrying terrifying killing intent capable of crushing everything and tearing all things apart, descending upon the Golden Scale Heaven-Piercing Python. ℞АƝo͍ＢËs̩
This sword strike couldn't be blocked.
If it didn't do something...
The fear of death spread through the Golden Scale Heaven-Piercing Python's heart.
It let out a desperate howl, frantically mobilizing its Feathered Transformation realm power, spewing demon breath, swinging its massive tail, attempting to resist.
All the treasures and trump cards it usually hesitated to use were thrown out at this moment.
However, before the chaotic sword domain of "Celestial Immortal Mad with Drink," its resistance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Ssshhh ssshhh ssshhh—!!!
Dense, scalp-numbing cutting sounds erupted!
The Golden Scale Heaven-Piercing Python's incredibly hard golden scales, capable of withstanding treasure attacks,
Were easily cut apart and shredded like paper under that invincible Sword Qi.
Its massive serpent body instantly became a bloody mess, covered with countless wounds deep enough to reveal bone.
Its golden blood gushed out like waterfalls, its miserable screams echoing through the skies!
With just one sword strike!
The Feathered Transformation realm demon immortal avatar had already suffered heavy damage!
And this was the result of the Golden Scale Heaven-Piercing Python desperately defending, using all its trump cards.
"It's still not dead?" Chen Huaian's gaze remained indifferent. "Again, again!"
He raised his sword once more, the blade flowing as he pointed toward the heavens, chanting the second verse:
"The flying stream descends straight for three thousand feet!"
Before the words even faded, Chen Huaian's long sword abruptly drew downward.
This time, it wasn't just the cloud energy above the Demon Kingdom, but the entire world seemed about to be torn apart.
An indescribably vast, majestic river of Sword Qi descended as if from beyond the nine heavens.
The Sword Qi condensed into substantial starlight, mighty and unstoppable, carrying the terrifying momentum to crush stars and wash through eternity, truly like the Milky Way pouring down to the mortal world, cascading toward the severely wounded Golden Scale Heaven-Piercing Python trying to escape below.
From the high heavens, celestial sounds like thunder roared—"Suspected to be the Silver River, falling from the ninth heaven!"
The power of this sword strike was more concentrated and even more unstoppable than the previous one.
If the previous strike was meant to make the enemy lose resistance.
Then this strike was absolute annihilation!
Wherever the sword light passed, space was annihilated inch by inch.
"No—! Why?! This Immortal refuses to accept this!!!"
The Golden Scale Heaven-Piercing Python stared at the descending river of Sword Qi with eyes wide enough to split.
It knew that under this sword strike, its avatar had absolutely no chance of survival.
As the shadow of death completely enveloped it, a final trace of madness flashed in its vertical pupils.
Using its last bit of strength, it fiercely threw the soul light sphere belonging to Gu Changsheng—on the verge of shattering—that it tightly gripped in its claw, hurling it toward the Upper Realm rift that hadn't completely closed, now barely a narrow slit.
It even burned its Divine Soul and Vital Essence to protect the light sphere, sending it into the Upper Realm at a speed no one could react to.
With all its Vital Essence and Divine Soul completely burned out, the Golden Scale Heaven-Piercing Python was exhausted, its demon body crumbling inch by inch.
Staggering, it laughed madly in its decay: "So what if you defeated this Immortal's avatar?! His soul, this Immortal has claimed it!
When this Immortal's true form descends, I will make sure you suffer eternal damnation! Never to be reincarnated!"
Amid the laughter, the Sword Qi descended.
The entire world gradually turned pale within the starlight, all sounds vanishing in that instant.
The Golden Scale Heaven-Piercing Python's demon body melted away like ice under the scorching sun, instantly vaporizing without leaving even a trace of residue.
Only its voice filled with venom and madness seemed to linger within the fragments of the disintegrating world.
The world was now peaceful.
Chen Huaian stood holding his sword, silently watching the completely closed Upper Realm rift for a moment.
Then he took out an item he had drawn earlier from the Supreme Blind Box—the Saint Grade Soul Invitation Talisman.