Three Million flying Swords into a sword handle

Sword light.

An endless stream of sword light.

Like an unavoidable gust of wind blowing head-on.

If someone had told the Great Sage Remnant earlier that he could kill people across more than ten realms, he would have cracked open their heads to see what exactly was inside.

But now he believed it.

Because of Chen Xia.

Chen Xia, dual sword-wielder, was actually suppressing him with sword strikes!

Chen Xia brandished his sword extremely quickly and fiercely, not even giving the Great Sage Remnant time to gather spiritual energy, directly slashing towards the vital points on his head.

If you want to block it, then you won’t have time to counterattack.

As one of the most powerful magic treasures in the myriad worlds with near peerless killing power, the Great Sage Remnant didn’t dare use his own head to resist it.

The killing power of that other half was much weaker, but under the Heart Devil’s wielding, it was actually stronger by a level than before, at least capable of leaving wounds on the Great Sage Remnant.

He didn’t dare directly confront either sword, so he could only retreat first.

The Great Sage Remnant’s body turned into thunder, instantly disappearing from his original position, reappearing three thousand meters away. At the same time he raised his hand and chanted:

“Condense.”

An enormous spell formation suddenly emerged under Chen Xia’s feet, formed from countless threads of thunder that trapped him in the center.

“I have entered halfway into the Great Dao with thunder, although I couldn’t prove I was an Emperor, I have already become a Great Sage. At the pinnacle of the thunder path... My thunder is heavenly thunder.”

He clenched his upraised hand inwards, then heavily declared:

“Rise!”

The thunder between the formations instantly erupted, converging into a gigantic hand forged from thunder, with Chen Xia inside its palm, about to be crushed!

This was a heavenly thunder technique, imbued with the will of the Heavenly Dao!

Chen Xia stood in the center, his expression still bearing that wildly arrogant smile, directly stabbing the Half-Immortal Sword into the center of the heavenly thunder hand, retorting:

“Heavenly thunder isn’t enough to kill me, neither are you.”

The hand clenched shut!

As if heaven and earth were closing.

Delicate threads of thunder jumped and rubbed within, tearing apart the void, erasing spiritual energy.

The Great Sage Remnant watched the heavenly thunder hand with tranquil eyes.

Buzz!

The sword tip stabbed out.

The shadow of a person followed, without even a hint of injury. Crimson eyes full of disdain as he smiled at the Great Sage Remnant:

“There are no Great Saints within the Great Saint Ruins, have you decided how you will die?”

The Great Sage Remnant stared straight at him, his tone sinking for the first time as he slowly replied:

“It’s hard to imagine that there could be such a Heart Devil like you in the world, far surpassing this old man. If you become the host, there will be one more top expert between heaven and earth.”

Chen Xia tilted his head back and asked in response: “Have you been beaten silly?”

“I am destined to become the supreme being, there is no difference between host and Heart Devil. I am myself, I am Chen Xia.”

“While you, a lone ghost from who knows how many years past, a failed and murdered relic... how dare you evaluate me as such, how dare you assume this posture before me?”

The Great Sage Remnant was silent. After a while, he softly replied:

“It seems that sword has given you a lot of confidence.”

“Not necessarily. Is it possible you’re just too weak?” Chen Xia laughed and shook his head in response.

The conversation stopped at this point.

The wind was gentle.

The Great Sage Remnant’s gaze intensified, with fine, rain-like thunder stirring within, a long while later, he opened his mouth:

“Very well.”

He beckoned with his hand and shouted:

“Come.”

The bronze spear, which had assassinated three Quasi-Saints, suddenly trembled. The mottled patina flakes that had accumulated over long years fell away. It withdrew and shrank from the Quasi-Saint’s corpse, flying over to hover beside the Great Sage Remnant’s side.

The Great Sage Remnant grabbed the bronze spear.

Dark purple thunder instantly surged over the spear. Ancient sigils were revived, unleashing the might of thunder.

From ancient times, heavenly thunder was divided into five grades according to power.

Azure, dark red, dark purple, jet black.

And the final type – the Great Emperor’s heavenly thunder – brilliance incarnate!

The dark purple thunder commanded by the Great Sage Remnant corresponded to the third type of heavenly thunder, also known as the genuine Great Sage Tribulation Thunder.

All Great Sages who crossed the Nine Major Tribulations had to face this kind of thunder.

He comprehended the Great Dao using the Path of Thunder, naturally he could wield this dark purple tribulation thunder.

And adding this dark purple tribulation thunder to the bronze spear was his ultimate killing move.

A Half-Immortal weapon powered by Great Sage Tribulation Thunder was enough to slaughter Chen Xia and other Peak Spirit Manifestation cultivators.

“Some things cannot be compensated for with just a sword.”

The Great Sage Remnant said, raising the bronze spear to point at Chen Xia:

“Fire and kill.”

Boom!

The spear launched forth.

It opened a slender wound that seemed to slice open the entire sky and earth, dragging a long thunderous tail.

Finally, it nailed itself into Chen Xia’s body.

The bronze spear did not stop, carrying Chen Xia as it hurtled on, splitting the void in its path, splashing blood, erasing spiritual strength.

Finally it impaled Chen Xia onto the highest heavens!

“Return!” The Great Sage Remnant summoned it back with a wave.

The bronze spear instantly reversed course to return.

Chen Xia’s limp body plummeted from the skies like raindrops, heavily smashing into the ground.

“Chen Xia!” Ma Xiaohong anxiously cried out, her eyes already red from weeping.

“He’s dead, you can leave.” The Great Sage Remnant said to Ma Xiaohong.

He was very trustworthy, since he had promised, he would keep to it.

In the farthest, desolate celestial bodies, the slumbering body within the massive coffin suddenly opened its eyes.

While its death soul body was borrowing out half a life!

The Great Sage Remnant walked towards his own throne. Much of the color on his body had already faded, meaning he would once again lapse into slumber, but it was unknown whether he could wake again, or if there would be any vestiges of his soul left.

His slowing gait suddenly paused.

An inconceivable aura burst forth.

The Great Sage Remnant turned his head around.

Only to see Chen Xia clutching the sword tip of Half-Immortal Sword while smiling at him:

“Perhaps one sword truly isn’t enough.”

Buzz!

The sounds of countless vibrating swords rang out.

There were no visible sword silhouettes, only the noises.

Impossible to count exactly how many there were.

Thousands?

Tens of thousands?

Hundreds of thousands, millions...

When the sword noises ceased on the tenth breath, the sword hilt of Chen Xia’s Half Immortal Sword had appeared.

Formed using three million flying swords as the hilt.

A complete sword!