The moment Zhou Qiankun finished speaking.
All the yachts, ships and anything else carrying metal around him instantly began to tremble, then emit a faint hum.
The distant sea directly split apart, as if cleaved by a single sword.
Everyone around grew terrified. A light, clear sword hum rang out, and Zhou Qiankun reached toward the split sea. That one grab seemed to seize the seabed continent itself, and instantly the earth shook and mountains swayed, as if a great earthquake had struck. Everyone could feel the sea level being raised in an instant.
Was this still human power?
Then a bright light appeared, like a sun, dazzling to the extreme, its radiance blinding.
It was a sword, ancient and imposing, its blade flickering with flowing light and colour, as brilliant as the stars.
“The Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword!” Xu Jingtian suddenly showed a look of shock from the side. The Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword was one of the ten famous swords, forged jointly by the master swordsmiths Ou Yezi and Gan Jiang. Back when this sword was being cast, they had to chisel open Mount Qian, release the stream water and channel it into seven sword pools. After the sword was completed, its blade was like looking down into an abyss from a high mountain, ethereal and profound as if a giant dragon were coiled within.
So it was also called the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword.
The famous Spring and Autumn period minister Wu Zixu once possessed this sword, but after the Tang Dynasty, it vanished.
If this alone were not enough to show this sword’s extraordinary origin, then another legend about it would suffice. This sword, it was rumoured, had once fallen into a dragon’s nest and been drenched in the saliva of a true dragon.
Even the Kunlun Sword Palace had sent people to search for this sword. They never expected it to be in Zhou Qiankun’s hands.
And when Xu Jingtian cried out like this, the crowd immediately erupted. After all, this sword’s origin was mysterious, and people of the modern age had heard of it.
At this moment, not only had Zhou Qiankun erupted with power, but he also held such a divine weapon?
There might really be a chance to turn the tables.
Zhou Qiankun’s aura surged to great heights. Holding the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword, he casually swung it at the sky, and instantly the dark clouds were sliced apart.
“This old man once relied on this sword to slay thirty-seven thousand people in a single stroke!”
“Today, I shall sacrifice you to this sword once again!”
“Just one more sword. In my eyes, you are still nothing but an ant.” Luo Chen shook his head.
“What a pity for that sword.” Luo Chen glanced once more at the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword. That sword was indeed extraordinary.
Even from far away, one could hear the sound of dragon’s roar.
Xu Jingtian looked at Zhou Qiankun, then looked at Luo Chen. His eyes suddenly grew calm, then the corner of his mouth curved into a sneer.
“That sword, though not a magical artifact, already possesses a sword spirit. Today, even if this Luo fellow is stronger, he can only die here.”
The reason the ten famous swords were so renowned was precisely because these swords already possessed sword spirits, already transcending the realm of ordinary martial arts.
All the metal around was trembling. This was the best evidence.
If this scene were posted online, it would likely stir up a massive uproar.
True essence surged forth, even briefly freezing the seawater. Zhou Qiankun’s long hair moved without wind, his aura magnificent, as if he could split heaven and earth with a single sword.
With one sword slash, Zhou Qiankun’s figure instantly filled the sky. Hundreds of Zhou Qiankun’s figures appeared in the void.
Each figure held a different posture. From all directions, every single one slashed toward Luo Chen.
Tens of thousands were once again horrified. Was this a Martial Saint?
Terrifying to this degree?
Who else in the present age could match him?
This already carried the nature of legend. If not witnessed with one’s own eyes today, who would dare believe it?
Countless sword auras were piercingly cold. The slightest trace that leaked out easily sliced through yachts, sliced through the sea, sending many people scrambling to dodge in terror.
Too terrifying. If such power were truly unleashed without restraint, perhaps only certain missiles could match it.
The naked eye could see the sword aura, a vast white expanse like a cascading waterfall, directly enveloping Luo Chen.
Then dazzling light burst forth in all directions. The seawater there directly turned into mist, steam rising, the sea water retreating from all directions.
Wave after wave of ripples surged. The entire sea grew violent, monstrous waves reaching to the sky, the seawater boiling.
Zhou Qiankun held his sword and laughed toward the sky.
He had confidence. He was now burning his true essence, possessing ten times his combat strength, and had the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword in hand.
Luo Chen was certain to die!
“No matter how world-shaking your abilities, you cannot escape death!”
“To dare provoke the dignity of a Martial Saint, only death awaits!”
But the moment the words fell, a voice came.
“Done making a fuss?”
The cold voice instantly stunned Zhou Qiankun.
This voice carried a trace of mockery, a trace of impatience.
Then a figure walked out from the vast mist, completely unharmed.
Then in the next step, he was directly before Zhou Qiankun.
Then a slap fiercely landed on Zhou Qiankun’s face.
“Boom!” This time, Zhou Qiankun was like a cannonball, directly struck down.
Then he crashed into the beach, smashing out a massive crater.
Luo Chen slowly descended, walked to the edge of the crater, and coldly looked down at Zhou Qiankun.
“This is your most powerful move?”
“It doesn’t even qualify to make me get serious!” Luo Chen’s words instantly struck Zhou Qiankun’s heart like a steel hammer.
“What? What did you say?” Zhou Qiankun’s face showed horror.
“I said, power at your level doesn’t even qualify to make me get serious.”
“With this level of power, you actually still dared to keep saying you would judge my crimes?” Luo Chen mocked.
“You?” Luo Chen walked into the crater, stepped on Zhou Qiankun’s body, and instantly cracking sounds rang out. Zhou Qiankun’s entire body was instantly covered in blood.
He was a Martial Saint, a Martial Saint who could match a hundred thousand troops.
But before Luo Chen, even having exhausted all his methods, he had no power to fight back at all.
Luo Chen grabbed Zhou Qiankun’s hair and lifted him up.
Then dragged this present-age Martial Saint, like dragging a dead dog, directly toward the crowd.
Many people watched in horror as Zhou Qiankun was dragged out, leaving a long trail of blood, then looked at Luo Chen. They couldn’t help but feel their scalps go numb, unconsciously stepping back.
Was this a battle?
Was this the battle everyone had been anticipating?
No, it was not at all!
This was simply a one-sided beating.
Luo Chen beating a Martial Saint.
Nothing more.
No battle, no contest.
Only one person hitting, one person being hit. Nothing more!
All around was silent. No one spoke anymore.
Martial Saint Wukong’s face turned pale with fear at this moment, his calves beginning to tremble.
He and Zhou Qiankun were roughly equal in strength.
If Zhou Qiankun was beaten like a dog in the other’s hands, if he were to fight this person, his outcome would be no better than Zhou Qiankun’s.
And the corner of Luo Chen’s mouth curved into a sneer.
He walked straight up to Martial Saint Wukong, and like throwing away garbage, tossed Zhou Qiankun before him.
“Didn’t you want to seek justice for the Shen family?”
“Come, then.”