Sage Monarch

The Lord of the Sword Dao had finally gone all out. Every move from his daoist techniques was incomparably devastating. Each of his sword strikes could destroy a nation, and thus Yang Qi's destiny was crushed. The sword energy then swept outward, moving beyond the boundaries of the building in the destruction it wrought.

The Lord of the Sword Dao had sword techniques that were formidable to the extreme. Sometimes he struck like lightning, other times his strikes were as exquisite as silk. Sometimes he was like a god from heaven descended into the mortal world, and other times his sword was like a tiger hiding in a mountain. Regardless, it could lock down and destroy just about anything.

The sword energy spread out, sealing everything it touched as if in ice, and simultaneously releasing fluctuations that could crush souls.

This was the sword of the heart.

As one sword technique after another was unleashed, Yang Qi found himself vanquished left and right. His destiny was shattered, and the Lord of the Sword Dao had him completely locked down. The man had created an enormous prison of sword energy that was slowly shrinking around Yang Qi to shred him apart.

RUMBLE!

The dao of heaven transformed, and the sword technique became nothing but destructive fluctuations that flowed like the tide, piercing into Yang Qi and causing him to tremble deep in his mind.

"You're weak," the Lord of the Sword Dao said. "You thought I'd be impressed by the Fist of the Halls of Heaven? Can that technique really crush me? I've been living here in the Halls of Heaven for tens of billions of years. Did you really think the halls would be able to do anything to me?" His voice boomed from within the sword light, which ate away at Yang Qi like a corrosive flood, piercing toward his soul.

All of a sudden, Yang Qi felt like a fish in a puddle.

'This bastard is impressive. I have a psychic scale of seventy billion, plus the blessing of destiny. Yet he can still do this?' Yang Qi actually felt fear in his heart because of the Lord of the Sword Dao's fighting prowess, which was inconceivably formidable. In fact, Yang Qi felt like he was just on the verge of losing the fight.

Of course, he still had trump cards he hadn't played.

Before he did, he wanted to see exactly how impressive the Lord of the Sword Dao was in terms of fighting prowess, and how strong his cultivation base really was. Furthermore, fighting an opponent of this caliber would provide priceless experience.

In fact, Yang Qi actually felt somewhat liberated. It had been a long time since he had engaged in a truly risky battle, and he needed this experience. The Lord of the Sword Dao would be a catalyst for him, providing crucial enlightenment regarding what half-Annulled experts were capable of.

"What, Lord of the Sword Dao, you think that just because you have some flashy moves, you can overcome me? True-Devil Unspoiled-by-Myriad-Kalpas-and-Tribulations Body! The Hell-Crushing Godmammoth Crushes the Halls of Heaven. Yin Yang Convergence!" Yang Qi's divine will unfurled, binding the sword energy as he himself transformed into pure jade. It was none other than the energy of the Mahātmā Jade!

At the same time, a projection of a mammoth emerged from the jade, seemingly capable of trampling the universe into nothing.

Immediately, the sword light gave way.

"The Wheel Comes Full Circle!" the Lord of the Sword Dao said, and the sword light bent into a circle that surrounded Yang Qi as surely as a python.

"Heaven-Devouring Will!" Yang Qi said. Opening his mouth, he unleashed the consummate techniques of King Heaven-Devourer, and started consuming the sword energy.

It happened so quickly that the Lord of the Sword Dao was very nearly devoured as well.

Whooosh!

However, he flitted away like a specter, using some sort of powerful teleportation technique similar to the Myriad Worlds Greater Teleportation. Although he'd managed to evade the devouring technique, he had also lost the initiative.

On the outside, he would have a one hundred percent chance of defeating Yang Qi. Not even Yang Qi's destiny would have given him an edge.

But here, the Lord of the Sword Dao was severely restricted.

"Flood of Heart-Blood!"

Seeing how things were progressing, and how Yang Qi had pierced the bindings of his sword technique, he unleashed another move, one that resembled a beating heart. However, it wasn't made of flesh and blood, but rather swords!

This was the true heart of swords, the ruler of myriad other swords.

As the heart beat, it sent sword energy flowing out like a flood of blood.

Crack!

King Heaven-Devourer's talismans crumbled, the primal-chaos elder-snake collapsed, and the mammoth shattered.

Crick. Crack. Snap....

The sword energy pierced into Yang Qi, and blood sprayed out everywhere.

The truth was that Yang Qi normally didn't have blood to bleed. His blood had changed into life force quintessence, so if his godhood was damaged, the pure liquid of the God Legion Paradise would come out.

But this injury had been inflicted by the Flood of Heart-Blood, and it went to show how savage and merciless the Lord of the Sword Dao was.

"That injury is going to put you out of the fight. And now, we enter into an era in which the God Legion Seal belongs to me!" The lonely assassin swordsman that was the Lord of the Sword Dao strode forward and thrust his sword directly at Yang Qi's throat.

That sword strike contained his pure quintessence. He knew that Yang Qi fundamentally couldn't be killed, because his spirit had fused with the Mahātmā Jade, making him eternally indestructible and everlastingly deathless. However, he was confident that he could still reduce him to ashes, and possibly extract him from the Mahātmā Jade. Maybe he couldn't destroy the jade, but he could destroy Yang Qi.

And he was taking advantage of Yang Qi's injury to try pulling it off.

Unfortunately for him, an enigmatic smile suddenly appeared on Yang Qi's face.

All of a sudden, he transformed into the Great Necropolis. The sword then stabbed into the Great Necropolis, which flew up and expanded to cover the entire bronze palace, trapping the Lord of the Sword Dao within.

"Is that...?" The Lord of the Sword Dao was finally visibly shaken.

The power of the Great Necropolis wasn't something that he could contend with.

"Heaven-Burying God Pill!"

All of a sudden, the Lord of the Sword Dao realized that his sword had stabbed into the Great Necropolis to pierce, not Yang Qi, but the Heaven-Burying God Pill!

That pill contained the quintessence of the Great Necropolis, and had been given to Emperor Sprite Totem by Proud Heaven as a trap. Sprite Totem thought that he had extruded any extraneous will from it, but he was wrong. Therefore, Yang Qi had never dared to use it. He had just kept it in reserve for later.

And now, he had found an opportunity to use it.

He had intentionally allowed himself to be wounded, then let the Lord of the Sword Dao stab him, all with the purpose of killing the nascent divinity that remained in the pill.

The Lord of the Sword Dao was the type of person who made every strike lethal. So when he stabbed the Heaven-Burying God Pill, it instantly cracked open, and a righteous, orthodox destiny spilled out of it.

It was the will of Proud Central of the Central Dynasty, the ultimate emperor, mysterious and enigmatic, who had lurked in the shadows during the Sovereign Lord's Age, and had thus escaped destruction. Later, he had subjugated the Lord of Righteous Justice.

The will of Proud Central had been hiding in the Heaven-Burying God Pill, ready to pounce on whoever tried to assimilate it. Obviously, that was how Proud Heaven had hoped to control Sprite Totem.

Of course, Proud Heaven knew that Sprite Totem couldn't actually assimilate the pill.

Furthermore, he knew that Yang Susu of the Spritefolk was deeply connected to Yang Qi, and that Yang Qi would eventually go looking for her. In other words, he had planned for the pill to ultimately fall into Yang Qi's hands.

Never could Proud Heaven have imagined that Yang Qi would not only have uncovered his plot, but that he would also have refrained from assimilating the pill, ultimately using the Lord of the Sword Dao to purge it.

The mighty will of Proud Central was now receiving the full wrath of the sword light from the Lord of the Sword Dao.

In the blink of an eye, the fight turned into a life-or-death battle between the Lord of the Sword Dao and Proud Central. Proud Central's will spread out to fill all creation, wrapping up the sword light. At the same time, a mighty figure appeared and thrust his hand out to summon a river of stars that slashed the sword energy to bits.

He was trying to take control of the Lord of the Sword Dao!

"Proud Central!?"

There was no possible way the Lord of the Sword Dao could ever have guessed that Yang Qi would have a trump card like this to call on, and because of that, he just couldn't react in time. But the will of Proud Central was obviously trying to devour him, and he couldn't just sit around and do nothing.

Therefore, he decided to go all out, and bet everything on a single sword move, backing it with all the power he could muster.

As the two mighty experts clashed, Yang Qi looked on coldly and focused on healing his injury.

At the same time, the quintessence of the Great Necropolis flowed into him from the Heaven-Burying God Pill, transforming the blood of the King of Godmammoths and turning it into the color of stone. After all, the blood of the Great Necropolis was the most powerful blood that existed in the god world.

All of a sudden, Yang Qi's godpower started changing.