There is a saying in the All Heavens World.
The strength of arrogant geniuses is described by how many realms they can cross to kill enemies.
Heaven Mending Realm experts who can cross one or two realms to kill enemies can be considered top arrogant geniuses and given the title of Great Emperor Seedlings.
Those who can cross three realms to kill enemies are the best of the Great Emperor Seedlings, ranking in the top thousand geniuses among the three thousand Great Emperor Seeds in the All Heavens World.
Crossing four or five realms to kill is even more amazing. Such geniuses can only be described as the Great Emperor Seedlings among Great Emperor Seedlings, ranking in the top hundred arrogant geniuses of the All Heavens World.
As for crossing seven or eight realms to kill enemies, there is no clear saying, because such existences are too rare. Perhaps only two or three such characters appear in the entire All Heavens World during a whole era.
These are almost destined to become Great Emperors, and it would be difficult for them to fall halfway on their path.
As for crossing fourteen realms to kill enemies, there is probably only one word to describe this.
Ridiculous.
Chen Xia is now doing this very thing. Holding two swords, he fixes his gaze on the Great Sage Remnant as the crimson glow radiates from his left eye.
He is prepared to fight a life and death battle.
The Great Sage Remnant is in no hurry to make a move. Crossing both arms casually across his chest, he speaks in a very relaxed posture:
“When I was young, I was also a peerless arrogant genius who reigned supreme over an era. Back when I was at the Heaven Mending Realm, being able to cross three realms to kill made me one of the top three arrogant geniuses.”
“Now that you dare speak of crossing fourteen realms to kill, I’ll just take it as a joke and hope that you don’t take it seriously yourself.”
He waves his hand slightly and continues:
“But if you really are not normal and do take it seriously, then I must tell you, you are not actually crossing fourteen realms. Because I am just a remnant without my former Great Sage abilities. I can’t even reach Quasi-Saint level.”
“So at most you are crossing thirteen realms...”
Saying this, the Great Sage Remnant can’t help but let out a chuckle. “It feels too funny to say it so seriously.”
“You, just a little Sea Inversing Realm cultivator, really are interesting, haha!”
“I’ve always felt I was very interesting,” Chen Xia nods plainly.
“Then...” The corners of the Great Sage Remnant's mouth lift into a grin as he beckons Chen Xia holding his twin swords:
“Come on.”
Boom!
The ground bursts open instantly as the bronze sword slashes towards the Great Sage Remnant's head and the Half-Immortal Sword slashes at his neck.
Clang!
A withered finger blocks the path of the bronze sword, stopping it like a child swinging around a toy.
At the same time, a palm crackling with terrifying thunder grasps the Half-Immortal Sword, halting its slashing attack.
"This Half-Immortal Sword does pose some threat to me, but unfortunately it's being wielded by you, just a Sea Inversing Realm cultivator. If a powerful Heaven Mending Realm expert was using it instead, I would have to be careful," the Great Sage Remnant says. At the same time, his finger flicks lightly, deflecting the bronze sword as his narrowed, elongated eyes fill with fine threads of thunder. His withered, slender finger points directly at Chen Xia as he says indifferently:
"Let me show you what is called an insurmountable gap."
His hand begins to roil with thunder aimed directly at Chen Xia's chest.
The azure thunder transforms extremely quickly into dark red between the rolling, carrying an ancient, terrifying aura.
This is a variant heavenly thunder!
Boom!
The dark red heavenly thunder shot out from the withered finger expands into a thunder pillar, bombarding Chen Xia's body. At the same time, it blasts towards the sky, tearing open the ruins' firmament to reveal the dim starry space outside.
The dark red thunder pillar rages on for ten breaths before fading.
Such heavenly thunder could bombard even a Heaven Mending Realm twelve-layered cultivator into pieces. Could a Sea Inversing Realm cultivator survive?
The Great Sage Remnant does not know. What he hopes is that Chen Xia can survive, as that would make things even more interesting and add some entertainment to his boring time.
Ma Xiaohong stares wide-eyed from within the enclosure of over a thousand flying swords, gazing blankly at the spot bombarded by the thunder pillar.
Dead...is he dead?
"Not dead," a voice carrying heavy breaths rises up, as if answering their doubts.
At the same time, a hand stretches out from underground, clutching the earth. Next, an injured figure covered in tattered clothes and bloodstains crawls out.
The corners of the Great Sage Remnant's mouth still hold a faint smile. His gaze sweeps over Chen Xia's heavily injured body and lands on the Half-Immortal Sword, lost in thought:
"Is it because of this sword that you survived?"
"Perhaps," Chen Xia smiles faintly. Glancing over at Ma Xiaohong, he then looks towards the Great Sage Remnant and speaks in a negotiating tone:
"Can we talk this over? Spare that little Sea Inversing Realm three-layer cultivator over there."
The Great Sage Remnant crosses his arms over his chest again and nods with a smile: "An insignificant bit of nourishment, I don't really care. But what can you offer to trade for her life?"
"This sword," Chen Xia holds up the Half-Immortal Sword: "After I die, this sword will remain here forever."
"But after you die, this sword will still be here. That's not interesting enough. You should show me something more fascinating, like your trump cards," the Great Sage Remnant retorts.
"Alright."
Chen Xia nods and exhales a puff of pure white mist. The mist does not dissipate and instead wraps around his body, covering him. Sharp twin horns grow from his head as pure white wings sprout from his back.
The posture of a celestial dragon.
The Great Sage Remnant's eyes flash slightly with surprise and some shock as he laughs: "Interesting, truly interesting! As a mortal, you actually have a celestial dragon imprint. If you enter the Ruins of Celestial Dragons, I wonder what those old undying celestial dragon divine ideas would think, haha."
Crossing his arms, his gaze narrows as he laughs again: "The Half-Immortal Sword, the celestial dragon imprint, that's two very interesting things already. If you can show me one more, I will spare that little Sea Inversing Realm three layered ant over there."
What he says is fair, but does Chen Xia have anything else?
The Half-Immortal Sword and celestial dragon imprint are at a similar level.
In the hands of a Quasi-Saint, the Half-Immortal Sword can make one invincible within their realm.
And when the celestial dragon imprint fully matures, it also grants Quasi-Saint invincibility within the realm.
Ordinary cultivators would be stepping into the Quasi-Saint level just to possess one of them.
Chen Xia has shown two items already. His eventual achievements won't be inferior to Great Saints. If he can produce one more item at this level, he would rival even top-level Great Saints!
The Great Sage Remnant crosses his arms again. He does not believe Chen Xia has more to show, but still anticipates it. After all, more interesting things are naturally better. But Chen Xia's expression is troubled.
Mainly because he has too many hidden cards.
The Reincarnation Extremity, three million flying swords, the Past and Future Method, even his inner demon could all count as trump cards.
Which one should he reveal to the Great Sage Remnant?
"Nothing more?" The Great Sage Remnant shakes his head slightly, disappointed, as killing intent starts to roil in his eyes.
Buzz!
A hum of sword energy arises.
Then more and more emerge.
By the thousands.
Tens of thousands!
Hundreds of thousands of swords fill the firmament like a vast, dense ocean.
Chen Xia stands at the forefront of this ocean of swords.
As the Master of Million Swords.
The Great Sage Remnant's expression turns solemn as he remains silent for a long time. After a while, he finally lets out a great laugh:
"Excellent!"
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