Seven Swords: Heaven Cleaver!

The onlookers hovering in the surrounding void were all struck with profound shock at the sight of the seven ancient swords shooting forth from the mountain peak! Even some of the elders of the Great Xia Sword Sect were thoroughly bewildered. Clearly, only a select few had been privy to this secret! The moment the seven ancient swords appeared, they pierced through the void and streaked forward. Not only were they brimming with spirituality, but their edges were incomparably sharp. Each of the seven ancient swords bore a different hue, forming a complete set tailored to the five elements alongside the additional attributes of wind and lightning! Their terrifying might sent a shiver through everyone's heart. Those with discerning eyes immediately realized that these seven ancient swords were by no means ordinary spirit tools. In all likelihood, they were the legendary, exceedingly rare ancient treasures! Seven ancient treasure-grade swords! Such treasures were typically only seen once or twice at top-tier auctions, and even then, their quality might not match these. It was obvious that these seven austere blades had long been immersed in a place brimming with rich spiritual energy. "*Gulp*... It seems everyone underestimated the Great Xia Sword Sect!" "Indeed. Every time people think the Great Xia Sword Sect has been driven to a dead end, they always leave everyone dumbfounded!" "Who knows how many more hidden cards the Great Xia Sword Sect still has up its sleeve!" The watching experts could not help but whisper among themselves. After all, the emergence of seven ancient treasure-grade swords was simply too shocking. Mo Zhiyuan stared at the scene with cold eyes. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected that the once utterly feeble Great Xia Sword Sect—a sect that had once been virtually unknown—would possess such power. It was only two years ago, through the incident with Ziyang Palace, that they had begun to rise to prominence. Ancient treasure-grade swords! Even his Mo Family did not possess a single one. Yet the Great Xia Sword Sect had a full seven—and a complete set at that! Mo Zhiyuan glanced around from the corner of his eye and realized that the Mo Family had already lost its momentum. That brandy-nosed old man was terrifyingly powerful, taking on an entire group by himself. The helpers he had hired at great cost were now either dead or injured; their defeat was only a matter of time. Countless thoughts raced through his mind. His son had died a miserable death, leaving behind not a trace of bone or even a sliver of a remnant soul, yet he was powerless against the killer. By now, the Mo Family's face had been dragged entirely through the mud. They had become the laughingstock of the entire Great Xia Domain, mere gossip over tea for countless people! *Boom!* Mo Zhiyuan's eyes looked ready to split with rage. He knew he could not force a breakthrough right now; Lu Kangnian would never give him a chance to swallow his medicinal pill. Glancing sideways at the ancient banner, Mo Zhiyuan ground his teeth, a ruthless glint flashing deep within his gaze. "Since there is nothing left to cling to, then let dust return to dust and earth to earth!" *Boom!* Mo Zhiyuan gripped the ancient banner with both hands. Brilliant golden light erupted across his entire body as he wildly poured primal energy into the cloth. In an instant, the banner unleashed a world-shaking power! *Wuuu—!* The howling yin wind grew stronger and swept across an ever-widening area, until the tempest transformed into a tornado spanning a hundred zhang across! The storm reached over three hundred zhang into the sky, surging into the clouds and churning the heavens. Towering ancient trees were ripped up by their roots, and massive boulders were swept upward toward the firmament without exception. The void was shredded by the storm, opening countless tiny spatial fissures. This unprompted divine sense attack caused countless people's spiritual terraces to tremble and their seas of consciousness to destabilize. Even Lu Kangnian turned pale. "Disciples of the Great Xia Sword Sect, hear my command: fall back immediately!" The Great Xia Sword Sect elders led the disciples in a swift retreat. *Crack!* The banner's wooden shaft suddenly shattered, and the immense tornado surged toward Lu Kangnian! A complex emotion filled Mo Zhiyuan's bloodshot eyes; no one could tell what he was thinking. "I want your entire Great Xia Sword Sect buried with my son!" Lu Kangnian sealed his five senses with his divine sense and glared intently at the storm bearing down on him. For such terrifying power to target the sea of consciousness and the soul... even he dared not imagine what would happen if he were trapped within it. Such might was truly horrifying. Lu Kangnian's chest rose and fell slightly as he drew a slow, deep breath, a brilliant light bursting from his eyes! In an instant, his power surged to its absolute peak. Guiding with his right hand, his left hand formed a profound seal. Rays of mystical, earthy-yellow spiritual light converged behind him, sketching an intricate pattern. The seven swords beside him shot forth in a flash! At the same time, an immense, terrifying spirit sword spanning a hundred zhang materialized! It pierced the sky, tearing open the swirling vortex of dark clouds. Veins bulged along Lu Kangnian's neck, his face flushed crimson. The sleeve on his right arm abruptly shredded away! He slowly raised his tensed right arm and brought it slashing down toward the incoming storm! "Seven Swords: Heaven Cleaver!" *Rumble!* A horrifying sword light cleaved the void. Wherever the earth and rock swept, mountain peaks cracked and crumbled, and the blackened sky seemed to split open into a colossal rift. The terrifying storm swirling within the void was laid bare. This single strike felt as though it had slashed into the hearts of everyone present. Even several Soul Formation experts hidden in the shadows felt their chests tighten. They knew that had they been in its path, they would have been utterly incapable of enduring such a strike! Seven-colored light shimmered within the hundred-zhang earthy-yellow spirit sword, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth ran rampant, causing the world to shudder uncontrollably. The seven ancient swords burst with blinding radiance, and the hundred-zhang spirit sword cleaved the storm in two like dry weeds under a scythe! A ruthless glint flashed in Mo Zhiyuan's eyes. Defeat was certain! The moment Lu Kangnian struck, Mo Zhiyuan swallowed a medicinal pill, his internal primal energy erupting. A palm-sized scroll suddenly appeared in his grasp, and he crushed it fiercely in his fist! A blinding silver light burst from the scroll! It shone with such brilliance that it forcibly opened a passage about a zhang wide through the chaotic storm of spiritual power and distorted space! Seeing this, Ling Daoyan took to the air, unleashing a fiery-red sword beam! "Where do you think you're going?!" Mo Zhiyuan raised his hand and slashed multiple sword strikes in rapid succession, his figure teleporting thousands of zhang away to barely evade the blow. "Don't let him get away!" The onlookers wore varied expressions. "*Hiss*... If Mo Zhiyuan escapes today, the Great Xia Sword Sect will never know peace!" "Indeed! A mad Soul Formation cultivator... that is truly a nightmare." "If the Great Xia Sword Sect lets him slip away today, their quiet days are over." Everyone understood the principle of cutting weeds at the roots. If Mo Zhiyuan, having lost everything, truly got away, no one knew what kind of vengeance he would exact in the future. Between a powerful clan and a mad rogue cultivator with nothing left to lose, the latter was far more difficult to deal with—not to mention that he was a mid Soul Formation master on the verge of the late stage. A cold light flashed in Lu Kangnian's eyes. His figure teleported thousands of zhang in an instant, and the heavenly spirit sword swept horizontally toward Mo Zhiyuan!