"Everyone, bring out your ultimate treasures!"
Jiang Xuan shouted loudly, taking the lead to pull out an ancient bronze bell.
The bronze bell was only the size of a palm, covered with ancient runes.
He injected spiritual energy into the bronze bell, and it instantly expanded to a thousand zhang tall, emitting a deafening chime.
"The Jiang family's clan-suppressing treasure, the Qiankun Bell!"
"Biyang Immortal Sect, the Biyang Jade Vase!"
Li Wangxian pulled out a crystal-clear jade vase. With the mouth of the vase aimed at Zhao Lin, a massive suction force emanated from it, as if trying to suck in the entire world.
"Qingming Sword Sect, Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin!"
Jian Wuchen plunged his longsword into the ground and formed hand seals. Countless azure longswords drilled out from the earth, converging in the sky to form a massive river of swords.
"Spirit Fire Alchemy Sect, the Heaven-Burning Pill Furnace!"
Master Huoyun pulled out a crimson pill furnace. The furnace lid opened, and roaring flames spewed out, the temperature so high that even space began to distort.
"Nine Palaces Array Sect, the Cosmic Starry Sky Array!"
Master Zhenyuan tossed an array disk into the air. The disk spun, drawing upon the power of the stars in the sky. Countless streams of starlight descended, forming a massive star array that trapped Zhao Lin within.
"Han family, the Demonic Soul Banner!"
Han Pojun pulled out a black banner. As the banner waved, countless vicious ghosts flew out from within, letting out shrill wails as they lunged at Zhao Lin.
"Shen family, the Soul-Fixing Pearl!"
Shen Cangming pulled out a white pearl. The pearl shot out a beam of white light directly at the center of Zhao Lin's brows, attempting to freeze his divine soul.
"Yang family, the Eight Trigrams Mirror!"
Yang Xuanji pulled out an ancient bronze mirror. The mirror shone upon Zhao Lin, shooting out a golden light capable of seeing through all illusions.
"Ten Thousand Treasures Chamber of Commerce, the Cornucopia!"
Qian Tongshen pulled out a golden basin. The basin aimed at Zhao Lin, and countless gold, silver, and jewels flew out, transforming into various magical treasures that smashed toward Zhao Lin.
Nine peak-grade spiritual weapons struck at the same time.
This was the foundation the nine great factions had passed down for thousands of years; it was their final trump card.
One must know that spiritual weapons were magical treasures that only Nascent Soul True Monarchs and above could use.
For most Nascent Soul True Monarchs, having a low-grade spiritual weapon was already considered quite good.
And peak-grade spiritual weapons were magical treasures at the Emperor level.
Although the nine great factions had never produced an Emperor-level expert, thousands of years of inheritance were enough to nurture high-grade spiritual weapons into peak-grade ones.
This was exactly where the foundation of the nine great factions lay!
At this moment, the power of the nine peak-grade spiritual weapons intertwined, forming a terrifying force capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.
A massive black vortex appeared in the sky, as if it wanted to swallow the entire Qingyun Mountain.
"What?"
Zhao Lin's expression changed drastically. He hastily circulated all his spiritual energy, condensing a thick golden barrier in front of him.
"Boom!"
The power of the nine peak-grade spiritual weapons landed on the golden barrier simultaneously.
The golden barrier instantly filled with cracks and then shattered with a loud bang.
Zhao Lin let out a muffled groan and was sent flying backward for over a thousand zhang, spitting out a mouthful of golden blood.
A deep wound that exposed the bone appeared on his chest, and his Emperor's Dragon Aura became much dimmer.
"King Kaoshan is injured!"
"We won!"
Seeing this scene, the nine great Soul Formation experts revealed smiles of wild ecstasy on their faces.
"Take his life while he's weak! Kill him!"
Han Pojun roared furiously, activating the Demonic Soul Banner once again. Countless vicious ghosts lunged toward Zhao Lin.
The other Soul Formation experts also activated their spiritual weapons one after another, launching another attack.
Right at this moment.
"Did you think you were the only ones with trump cards?"
Zhao Lin's voice, bone-chillingly cold, rang out from the sky full of smoke and dust.
The smoke and dust dispersed.
Zhao Lin hovered in midair, the wound on his chest healing rapidly.
In his hand, there was now a longsword.
The longsword was entirely golden, and a lifelike five-clawed golden dragon was carved into its blade.
On the hilt, two ancient characters were engraved: Taihuang.
A vast, majestic pressure that looked down upon the world emanated from the longsword.
This pressure was ten times more terrifying than Zhao Lin's own pressure!
"The... the Taihuang Sword!"
When Jiang Xuan saw this sword, his pupils shrank violently. He cried out in alarm, his face revealing unbelievable fear.
"It's actually the Taihuang Sword! The personal sword of the Great Qian's Founding Ancestor! A half-step Saint Weapon!"
"You actually brought the Taihuang Sword!"
"Damn it!"
The nine great Soul Formation experts turned pale, their bodies trembling as their eyes filled with despair.
They never expected that the royal family would actually entrust the Taihuang Sword to Zhao Lin.
A half-step Saint Weapon!
In the Eastern Region, where Saints did not emerge, that was an invincible existence!
Zhao Lin gently stroked the blade of the Taihuang Sword, his eyes filled with fanaticism.
"That's right, it is the Taihuang Sword."
"In order for me to smoothly obtain the Emperor's inheritance and break through to the Almighty realm, my royal brother lent me the national treasure."
"Did you think you could defeat this king with your pieces of trash?"
He slowly raised the Taihuang Sword.
The golden dragon on the blade seemed to come alive, letting out a deafening dragon roar.
Golden light erupted from the blade, illuminating the entire world.
The black vortex in the sky instantly dissipated.
The peak-grade spiritual weapons of the nine Soul Formation experts hummed simultaneously, as if fearing the majesty of the Taihuang Sword.
"Now, it is this king's turn."
The corners of Zhao Lin's mouth curled into a cruel smile as he swung his sword.
A golden streak of sword qi spanned across the heavens and earth, slashing toward the nine Soul Formation experts.
This sword strike had no flashy movements, yet it contained the supreme power of the Emperor's Path.
Wherever it passed, space was cleaved open with a massive rift, and everything was ground into fine dust by the sword qi.
"Not good! Quick, block it!"
The nine Soul Formation experts' expressions changed drastically, and they hastily activated their peak-grade spiritual weapons to block in front of them.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
A series of shattering sounds rang out.
A crack appeared on the Biyang Jade Vase.
The flames of the Heaven-Burning Pill Furnace were extinguished by the sword qi.
The Chaos Bell was sent flying, its chime becoming hoarse.
The river of swords formed by Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin collapsed instantly.
In front of the Taihuang Sword, the nine peak-grade spiritual weapons were like paper, unable to withstand a single blow.
The residual momentum of the sword qi did not diminish, slashing onto the bodies of the nine Soul Formation experts.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
The nine Soul Formation experts spat out mouthfuls of blood simultaneously. They were sent flying backward, smashing heavily into the ground and creating nine craters several zhang deep.
Their auras instantly became sluggish and dispirited. Their bodies were covered in wounds, and blood dyed their clothes red.
Zhao Lin hovered in midair holding the sword. His golden robes fluttered in the wind, making him look like a descending deity.
He looked at the dying nine Soul Formation experts on the ground, his eyes full of disdain.
"Now, who else refuses to submit?"
The entire scene was dead silent.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
One sword strike!
Just a single sword strike!
The nine great Soul Formation experts were all severely injured!
The power of a half-step Saint Weapon was actually this terrifying!
The nine great Soul Formation experts were the absolute peak combat power of the Great Qian.
Yet now, they had been defeated by Zhao Lin with a single stroke.
From this point on, no one in the Great Qian Dynasty would ever be able to stop Zhao Lin's footsteps.
Emperor Cangwu's inheritance was destined to fall into the hands of the royal family.
Zhao Lin slowly lowered the Taihuang Sword, his gaze sweeping across the entire scene.
"This king has said it before: in the Great Qian Dynasty, this king's rules are the rules!"
"Who else?"
No one dared to speak.
Everyone lowered their heads, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Even the nine great Soul Formation experts had been defeated. Who would dare to make a sound?
...
Meanwhile.
At the summit of Qingyun Mountain, beneath the Tree of Enlightenment.
Lin Yan set down his teacup. With his clairvoyant vision, he took in every detail of the events unfolding before the distant cliff.
"Brilliant! Truly brilliant!"
A battle between ten Soul Formation realm experts was spectacular indeed.
Lin Yan picked up his teacup and took another sip. The tea was no longer scalding.
Zhao Xiangru stood to the side, cautiously observing her Master's expression.
Having followed him for so long, she had learned to gauge his mood by the speed at which he drank his tea.
Drinking slowly meant he was relaxed. Drinking quickly meant he was irritable. But holding the teacup for ages without taking a single sip, just as he was doing now, meant he was about to stir up some serious trouble.
"Xiangru, tell me," Lin Yan suddenly asked. "Who exactly makes the rules in this world?"
Zhao Xiangru was momentarily taken aback. She weighed her words carefully before replying, "This servant believes... whoever has the biggest fist makes the rules."
"Well said."
Lin Yan drained the remaining tea in his cup in one gulp and stood up.
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