I Am Kenzuka

Chen Xia had already fled. There was no point in still chasing and attacking him. What experience points or benefits could you possibly gain from hacking me?"

The golden light in Chen Xia's eyes flowed towards his body as he wondered aloud.

The Sword Attendant could not answer. He just gripped the bronze sword in his hand and pointed it at the image of the thousand-zhang true dragon.

Chen Xia paced back and forth as the image of the thousand-zhang true dragon stepped forth, completely trampling the shattered mountain range into ruins. His golden vertical pupils stared fixedly at the Sword Attendant.

They were at an impasse!

The elders watching from the stands were puzzled. Chen Xia was at most at the level of Moving Mountains, so how dare he confront the Sword Attendant who was at the Overturning Seas level?

On what basis?

They couldn't quite figure it out. Their gazes shifted somewhat towards the Old Fisherman, feeling that he should know something.

The Old Fisherman's expression was blank as he too was lost in thought. He had considered many things, the most important being whether Chen Xia should be used as the medicine to prolong the Emperor's life.

Back when he had fished Chen Xia out, he had made up his mind and saw potential in using Chen Xia as the sole medicine to prolong the Emperor's life.

Now he was having some doubts.

The advent of three million flying swords was truly unprecedented, and unlikely to ever occur again.

He hadn't even heard of any emperor capable of inducing such a phenomenon.

And this wasn't the only irregularity with Chen Xia.

Comprehending the Dao in the primordial infant stage, moving a mountain in one step, and now the true dragon image.

All of these talents were comparable to past emperors.

The elders' words also said that even if Chen Xia couldn't become an emperor, his accomplishments would at least be at the sage level, and one of the most powerful.

Able to stand in front of the word "great."

There was a widely spread saying in the Great Myriad Worlds.

A Great Sage is not inferior to a Quasi-Emperor.

Although it contained some exaggeration, if it really came down to a fight, the Quasi-Emperor would probably narrowly win. But it was enough to show how powerful a Great Sage was, to be able to forcefully append the character for "emperor" using the name Great Sage!

As long as Chen Xia did not fall midway, he would at least be a Great Sage, an existence that could contend with a Quasi-Emperor.

But when all was said and done, what Blue Sky Sword Sea lacked was not a Great Sage or Quasi-Emperor, but a true Emperor who could shelter a sect in the Great World.

The Old Fisherman thought more and more that this wasn't a good feeling.

If only Chen Xia could have come to Blue Sky Sword Sea thirty thousand years sooner.

Back then, Sword Venerable Emperor was still hale and hearty, and his vitality still abundant, able to continue sheltering Blue Sky Sword Sea.

If Chen Xia had started cultivating back then, by now he would probably be a sage.

By the time the next Great World opened, it was very possible he could have succeeded in charging onto the emperor's path, taking over Sword Venerable Emperor's responsibilities and becoming the tenth emperor of Blue Sky Sword Sea.

Everything was because the timing was off.

The Old Fisherman thought a lot.

But as long as it started with "if", then it was all empty.

He was nothing more than a cog in the machine, following the situation. He couldn't change anything.

A Quasi-Sage wasn't enough, and a sage wasn't enough either.

Only a Great Emperor could forge his own path in the myriad worlds, becoming a true one of a kind.

And only an emperor could leave his mark between heaven and earth as a shining star.

Everyone else was just part of the backdrop for the emperor.

The Old Fisherman's expression was gloomy. After a long pause, he lightly sighed and stopped thinking about it.

His Dao Heart was nearly damaged.

Perhaps this was the karmic bond between master and disciple that could not be resolved.

Chen Xia was very busy right now. He was directly controlling the true dragon image to charge into Sword Forest, engaging with the Sword Attendant in a scrap, but was at a disadvantage due to the difference in cultivation level, constantly being suppressed.

However, Chen Xia showed no signs of losing. On the contrary, the more they fought, the more spirited he became. It was unclear whether Chen Xia really was that fierce, or if the Sword Attendant was going easy on him.

In any case, the two sides fought vigorously and evenly matched, exchanging blow for blow without anyone getting the upper hand. It was strictly one round at a time.

The Big Yellow Dog watched from very far away, anxiously howling in place, constantly thinking of ways to help Chen Xia.

But there was no way for it as a long-lived beast to participate in this kind of skirmish. For now, it could only keep howling anxiously, until its mouth was crooked.

This skirmish was not evenly matched, so it did not last too long.

Chen Xia was the first to show signs of collapse, falling into Sword Forest and the three million flying swords.

The vast expanse of flying swords filled the sky, their sword cries endless.

The Sword Attendant gripped the bronze sword. Not giving Chen Xia any chance to catch his breath, he charged over once again.

The thousand-zhang true dragon image disappeared.

Chen Xia slowly stood up. He actually wasn't worried at all, because he was certain he wouldn't die.

The elders watching from above, and even higher level existences, would ensure his safety.

Because he was truly important to Blue Sky Sword Sea.

Speaking in terms of medicine to prolong the emperor's life.

But Chen Xia didn't want to leave his life or death up to what others thought.

He had to have the power to protect himself.

"I haven't taken a single sword from the three million flying swords, yet you've already hacked me so many times. Now I'll take them all, principal and interest!"

Chen Xia's thoughts connected as he reached out his hand. Bringing his fingers together, his divine sense surged forth to quickly spread out between heaven and earth, resonating with the three million flying swords.

His reason for not taking the swords before was because he wasn't a sword cultivator, and didn't need to use swords or want to take three million sword strikes.

But since the Sword Attendant insisted on chasing and hacking him,

Then he would take all three million flying swords!

Chen Xia's outstretched fingers now seemed like a sword, lightly tapping at the empty space in front of him.

The three million flying swords in the sky swiftly spun and gathered, covering the sky as they continuously rolled towards Chen Xia, laying before him like a sea of swords.

The Sword Attendant slashed out with a sword strike.

But it couldn't overcome three million swords.

The boundless sword intent surged out overwhelmingly, sweeping the Sword Attendant back several thousand meters, leaving cracks on his bronze sword.

"I'm not a sword cultivator, and don't understand swords." Chen Xia raised his fingers, as if the lord of all swords between heaven and earth, lifting up the three million flying swords.

"But I can be a sword."

He said this.

Then directly grabbed one of the flying swords, refining it into pure sword intent before swallowing it into his dantian, fusing it with his body.

The elders frowned. They did know of this method of eating swords. It seemed a bit like a shortcut, generally used by sword cultivators for rapid advancement, to quickly establish a close connection between the cultivator and flying sword.

Although a bit like a shortcut, it wasn't too outrageous.

That was their original thought, but soon they would realize they had completely underestimated Chen Xia.

This person really couldn't be judged by conventional thinking.

Because Chen Xia directly opened his mouth wide, facing the two hundred and ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety thousand flying swords, and shouted.

"All flying swords under heaven, enter my stomach!"

The ancients said, greedily biting off more than you can chew.

But Chen Xia thought it was fine. He had a big mouth.

Large enough to swallow these three million flying swords!

The sky full of flying swords cascaded down, continuously rushing towards Chen Xia. For them this was a good thing, so they eagerly competed to surge forward.

Chen Xia swallowed three million refined sword intent in one gulp. His entire body now flickered with brilliant sword light.

As if at this moment he himself was the most domineering sword in heaven and earth.

The elders' expressions were somewhat blank. They didn't know what to say.

They had lived for tens of thousands of years and seen all kinds of scenes.

But they had never seen anything like this.

An unimagined path had suddenly appeared.

At this moment, there was no longer any Sword Forest or Sword Tomb left in Blue Sky Sword Sea.

Because Chen Xia was the Sword Tomb.

I was busy yesterday and didn't update. Sorry everyone, because Tomato and Qidian are different, I have to write at least 1000 words to post a chapter.

So I also can't post a single leave of absence. Today I was less busy so hurriedly wrote two chapters.

Thank you everyone for your support, thanks thanks. Let me also share a cold joke I collected with everyone.

"Let's do something that requires the lights off."

"Turn on the lights."

Good night.