Five Hundred Years in Prison

The already dilapidated ruins were completely shattered by Chen Xia's sword.

Qiong Qi, lying inside, was once again sent flying and fell even further away, with blood splattering.

"You dare!" The Third Elder became somewhat impatient and angrily shouted.

"Third Junior, watch your words. You lack composure!" The Old Fisherman held the Third Elder's hand, sounding displeased.

Even if the Third Elder had great courage, he didn't dare confront the Old Fisherman and could only argue.

"Elder Hu, he used a sneak attack. Moreover, among fellow disciples, there shouldn't be such fights. He wants to kill Qiong Qi!"

"Look, he even prepared a coffin!"

The Third Elder pointed at the coffin, as if grasping a handle, and kept mumbling.

"Nonsense," Chen Xia retorted, "I specifically prepared this for the Third Elder. Seeing that the Third Elder is getting old, it would be pitiful if he were to die without a coffin."

After speaking, Chen Xia couldn't help but shake his head.

"Even your disciple Qiong Qi didn't help you prepare a coffin and instead asked me, an outsider, for help. Just thinking about it makes me feel cold."

"You, you, you..." The Third Elder was controlled by the Old Fisherman and couldn't argue back. Now he was truly feeling cold.

Chen Xia waved his hand and said, "Alright, step aside. The battle isn't over yet. Once it's finished, I'll let you appreciate the coffin properly."

The Old Fisherman also advised from the side, "This is a fight between the younger generation. It only determines victory or defeat, not life or death. Why are you in such a hurry? Don't you allow even a fight?"

"But..." The Third Elder was about to argue, but the Old Fisherman slapped him directly on the head.

"Why so many 'buts'? Just keep your eyes open."

The Third Elder dared not speak anymore. Thinking that it only determined victory or defeat and not life or death, he endured it and retreated to the side to watch the battle.

With a single step, the Old Fisherman's figure disappeared.

More and more disciples gathered to watch the excitement after hearing the commotion.

Chen Xia held the bronze sword in his left hand and pointed forward, smiling.

"Two swords can't withstand it?"

The ground in the distance suddenly shattered, and a figure rushed towards Chen Xia in an instant. His eyes were crimson, his clothes torn, and his hands radiated divine light as he fiercely smashed toward Chen Xia's head.

Full force of the Reverse Sea Realm, sixth level!

Chen Xia remained calmly composed, slightly disdainful. With a step backward, a gray-white color spread out, and time seemed to slow down for him for an instant.

In that very moment, Chen Xia made his move.

The bronze sword swung, releasing a magnificent sword light, accompanied by a shining round moon.

Boom!

The sword light exploded and intertwined.

Qiong Qi was sent back to where he came from, crashing into the ground and sinking into a pit, spitting out blood as he tried to get up.

Chen Xia had already arrived in front of him, the bronze sword horizontally at his neck. The sword light trailed behind, forming a long tail as he smiled and said,

"I forgot to tell you, there's still quite a difference between seven-tenths and full power."

Qiong Qi couldn't understand. His eyes turned crimson, and suddenly a deep purple formation burst out behind him, with hundreds of eyes opening simultaneously.

Shoot to kill!

Chen Xia remained expressionless, standing quietly.

A resounding dragon roar echoed behind him as a true dragon, thousands of zhang in length, swallowed the incoming purple divine light with its three million flying swords.

Qiong Qi, with both hands forming a seal, caused the ground behind him to explode open and his figure disappeared.

Chen Xia raised an eyebrow slightly, his left hand already stained with blood. It was the backlash from using the bronze sword, but it didn't pose a major threat and was sufficient to support his slaying of Qiong Qi.

Chen Xia flashed forward, without wasting any more words with Qiong Qi. He wielded the bronze sword in his left hand and swung it directly, tearing through the void with immense sword radiance.

Qiong Qi clenched his hands together, a ferocious expression on his face. He rapidly formed seals with his hands and even spat a mouthful of blood onto them, simultaneously shouting in a rage.

"Half-Immortal Art, Six-Fingered Immortal Demon!"

The earth shattered, and two thousand-zhang hands stretched out from behind him. One arm was golden, the other pitch-black, and both had six fingers. With a casual wave, they blocked the dazzling sword radiance.

Gritting his teeth, blood continued to flow from the corners of Qiong Qi's mouth. This was his final trump card, obtained by seizing the Dao body. It was also the third and most powerful divine ability.

The thousand-zhang true dragon behind Chen Xia roared furiously, its vertical pupils fixed on the two thousand-zhang arms.

"Die!" Qiong Qi angrily shouted as the large hand with the golden arm suddenly slapped down, causing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to collapse. The pressure even shattered the ground thousands of kilometers away.

The true dragon, accompanied by three million flying swords, counterattacked. It clashed with the arm, and the battle between them was earth-shattering.

"Beast, you're seeking death!" Qiong Qi bellowed at the scene, and the other thousand-zhang pitch-black hand swatted towards the true dragon.

Chen Xia had already arrived in front of him, raising the blood-stained left hand with the sword, poised to strike.

The pitch-black hand suddenly condensed and slapped Chen Xia. A kilometer-long ravine instantly collapsed.

Chen Xia stood at the end of the ravine, his left hand trembling as he blocked the blow with the bronze sword.

Qiong Qi, the thousand-zhang divine demon, clenched both hands together, using an unrivaled force to push back the true dragon. With a cruel smile, he spoke to Chen Xia.

"I'll take your three million flying swords and the three hundred thousand spiritual stones. Thank you for giving them to me. Haha!"

Chen Xia laughed lightly and said, "In dreams, anything is possible. But in reality, you fall short."

Qiong Qi suddenly flashed forward, both hands radiating divine light as he smashed them down. The other divine demon arm also unfolded, about to crush Chen Xia's head.

Chen Xia used the bronze sword to block the divine light, and a grayish-white color flickered in his eyes, as if time was slowing down.

Suddenly, a pitch-black arm came crashing from the right side and struck his bandaged arm.

"Your injuries haven't healed, have they?" Qiong Qi grinned maliciously.

Chen Xia was sent flying, crashing into a mountain peak, piercing through it and falling to the ground.

"I'm done playing," Qiong Qi shook his head, his expression extremely arrogant as he revealed a cruel smile. "This will be the final blow to end you."

The two thousand-zhang divine demon arms extended, towering in the sky, resembling the arms of ancient gods and demons. They locked onto Chen Xia.

The heavens and earth trembled.

The two arms suddenly struck, causing thousands of kilometers of spiritual energy to vanish in an instant. Some disciples with only the strength of the Mountain-moving Realm were even directly knocked to the ground by the pressure, their faces filled with shock as they witnessed this devastating attack.

The three elders wore satisfied expressions, their faces filled with joyful smiles.

Chen Xia rose to his feet and looked at the massive six-fingered hand that covered his entire head, a smile suddenly appearing on his lips.

He switched the bronze sword to his right hand.

What did he care about the injuries suffered by his external avatar? It had nothing to do with his true self.

This was nothing more than a self-righteous trap.

Qiong Qi believed it.

In that instant, the bronze sword erupted with unparalleled brilliance, even more dazzling than before. It tore open the entire ground, causing even the lowermost sword marks to tremble.

He grasped the sword with both hands, unleashing his maximum strength in this strike.

Boom!

The giant hand descended, crushing Chen Xia's entire body.

The onlookers fell into silence.

The three elders revealed satisfied smiles.

Qiong Qi's face displayed various desires: greed, excitement, and cruelty.

Suddenly, a bronze sword tip pierced through the giant hand.

Before the crowd could react, the space between Chen Xia and Qiong Qi had already turned pitch black, leaving only a blood-red moon.

The Abyss of Reincarnation!

Chen Xia held the bronze sword with both hands and slashed upwards, cutting through thousands of feet of arm, aiming to kill Qiong Qi at the end point!

He cleaved the arm of the divine demon in half, causing it to collapse between the realms of the Abyss of Reincarnation.

On his head, he wore a blood-red crown that represented thirty percent of Qiong Qi's power.

How can you block this strike?

The world turned gray and white.

Qiong Qi's face was filled with astonishment and horror. He couldn't understand why, nor would he ever have a chance to understand.

The Abyss of Reincarnation only lasted for a brief moment before slowly dissipating.

Gradually, an figure emerged before everyone's eyes.

First, it was Qiong Qi's visage.

"Qiong Qi, it's really Qiong Qi. Did he win? But why does his expression look so strange?" the crowd wondered in disbelief.

Then, there was no need for further doubt.

Because next, Chen Xia appeared, holding Qiong Qi's severed head.

The entire scene fell into complete silence, as quiet as a pile of dead bodies.

Even the three elders in the sky were completely stunned, unable to believe it.

He actually beheaded Qiong Qi!

Chen Xia threw Qiong Qi's head into the coffin and chuckled.

"Please, Qiong Young Master, enter the coffin."

"Chen Xia, I'll make you pay with your life!" The Third Elder went mad with rage, his eyes burning red as he rushed forward, intent on killing Chen Xia.

The Old Fisherman stepped forward, casually fending off the Third Elder, and frowned as he looked at Chen Xia, speaking in a solemn tone.

"You shouldn't have killed him."

"I said I would kill him," Chen Xia replied nonchalantly.

"According to the rules of the Blue Sky Sword Sea, you should be imprisoned in the Sword Prison for at least three hundred years," the Old Fisherman said heavily.

"Yes, I know," Chen Xia answered indifferently.

He had killed him, and now he couldn't bring Qiong Qi back to life.

"Sigh," the Old Fisherman shook his head.

The entire incident came to an end with Qiong Qi's death and Chen Xia's arrest by the Law Hall.

At the scene of his trial, Chen Xia was detained at the center of a formation, surrounded by onlookers who were cultivators.

The elder of the Law Hall questioned him.

"Chen Xia, for your massacre of fellow disciples, you will be sentenced to five hundred years of imprisonment in the Sword Sea. Do you understand your crime? Are you willing to admit your wrongdoing?"

The Third Elder gritted his teeth on the side, wishing he could just kill Chen Xia directly.

Chen Xia thought about what the Old Fisherman had told him: actively admitting guilt could reduce the punishment. With that in mind, he looked at the Third Elder, raised his head, and adopted a proud and resolute posture, speaking forcefully.

"I am well aware of my crimes, and I am willing to admit them."

"I apologize."

The Third Elder's eyebrows shot up, almost causing him to faint. "Is this the attitude of an apology? Is it?"

The Elder of the Law Hall didn't want to get involved in this. On one side was the Old Fisherman, and on the other side was the Third Elder from the main lineage. He didn't want to offend either of them, so he pretended not to hear and shouted,

"The punishment is over!"

With that, the matter was considered completely resolved.

From the moment Chen Xia entered the Blue Sky Sword Sea, the first hundred years were uneventful. After two hundred years, he started gaining recognition, and by the fourth century, he was thriving and developing smoothly.

In the fifth century, he was gloriously imprisoned.

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There's nothing much to wish everyone here, so I wish you all eternal life.

Good night, good night, good night.