A Sword Shakes the World, Sending You into Samsara

The Northern Guardian Army under the command of the Prince of Zhenbei, though incomparable to the Blood Slaughter Legion of the Blood Slaughter Hall, was far from an ordinary military force.

Anyone who could join the Northern Guardian Army was no commoner—even the weakest among them had reached the True Qi Realm.

This was the Central Heaven Domain, where not only were experts abundant, but cultivators below the Divine Ability Realm were even more numerous.

Three hundred thousand soldiers of the Northern Guardian Army—three hundred thousand cultivators ranging from the True Qi Realm to the Transcendent Realm. Such a massive gathering of power was not to be underestimated.

At the command of the Prince of Zhenbei, the Northern Guardian Army charged forward without hesitation, refusing to retreat!

Facing the onslaught of three hundred thousand soldiers, Chen Chang'an remained utterly calm, as if these three hundred thousand were not there to attack him.

Seeing Chen Chang'an so composed, the Prince of Zhenbei frowned warily, suspecting that Chen Chang'an was merely bait to divert his attention.

The true powerhouse must be lurking in the shadows, waiting for the critical moment to launch a surprise attack.

Just as the Prince of Zhenbei remained on high alert, scanning his surroundings for any anomalies, an overwhelming sword intent suddenly seized his attention.

"How… how is this possible?"

"He… he possesses such terrifying sword intent?"

The Prince of Zhenbei stared in shock at Chen Chang'an. The sword intent erupting from his body seemed capable of annihilating heaven and earth.

Merely the sword intent alone had reached such a horrifying level?

Was this youth truly only at the first level of the Divine Transformation Realm?

A single sword move to shake the cosmos!

A strike to send one into the cycle of reincarnation!

That sword was like the descent of a celestial god.

That sword shook the heavens and earth.

A single, seemingly unadorned slash carried the destructive might to obliterate all existence.

The Prince of Zhenbei stood petrified, his vision filled with countless corpses strewn across the ground—all fallen soldiers of the Northern Guardian Army.

A single sword strike had annihilated three hundred thousand?

What kind of monstrous existence was this?

Three hundred thousand lives—gone in an instant!

How vast was the range of this sword? How terrifying was its penetrative force?

Could a youth at the Divine Transformation Realm truly unleash such power?

The Prince of Zhenbei had never seen an Emperor-level powerhouse and did not know their true strength, but he had witnessed the might of a peak Immortal Realm expert.

The difference was incomparable—this was on an entirely different level!

Not only was the Prince of Zhenbei stunned, even Gu Xian'er was left in awe. She had never witnessed such a battle, such overwhelming power.

She knew Chen Chang'an was strong, but she had never grasped the full extent of his strength—until now.

So this was what a true powerhouse looked like!

Facing three hundred thousand soldiers, a single sword strike was all it took—no second move needed.

Boom!

"Why… why?"

The Prince of Zhenbei had been lost in shock, but then his horse collapsed beneath him, and he too fell.

Only then did he realize—his body had been cleanly severed in half.

That sword strike earlier?

Not only had it slaughtered three hundred thousand soldiers of the Northern Guardian Army, but it had also claimed the Prince of Zhenbei himself.

"You… just who are you?"

As an Immortal Realm expert, being split in two would not kill him.

This was the resilience of an Immortal Realm powerhouse.

Though still alive, he was no different from the dead—the Prince of Zhenbei knew full well that he was now nothing more than a fish on the chopping block, at the mercy of others.

"I told you, my name is… Chen Chang'an," Chen Chang'an replied with a faint smile.

"You… you're not at the Divine Transformation Realm, are you?"

"You're an Emperor-level powerhouse—you must be!"

"Why… why me?" The Prince of Zhenbei was filled with resentment and indignation.

An Emperor-level powerhouse coming to bully an Immortal Realm cultivator? Was there no justice in this world?

Besides, if you have a grudge against Yin Tianzi, why not go after him? Why target me?

"Don't worry, it's not just you."

"Soon, many more will join you."

"My goal is to overthrow the entire Fengtian Imperial Dynasty—to let Yin Tianzi taste the bitterness of helplessness."

"To have everything stripped away bit by bit—I wonder how that will feel," Chen Chang'an said with a cold smirk.

"Spare me… I'm already like this. Let me live, I beg you… please spare my life!"

The Prince of Zhenbei did not want to die. As an Immortal Realm expert, he still had a long lifespan ahead. Even if his body was ruined, he could still survive.

But death meant true oblivion.

His life had been a hard-fought climb to reach his current status—precisely because of this, his will to survive was stronger than ever.

"My apologies."

"I have no habit of leaving enemies alive."

Without giving the Prince of Zhenbei another chance to speak, Chen Chang'an flicked a sword qi that pierced straight through his skull.

"Let's go. There are still some people waiting for us at the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion."

To uproot weeds, one must tear them out by the roots. Chen Chang'an never made mistakes in this regard—because such mistakes could be fatal.

In this world where strength reigned supreme, no one could predict whether an enemy spared today might stumble upon a fortuitous encounter or rise to power in the future.

Chen Chang'an himself feared nothing, but he had friends and family to protect.

The safest method was to leave no enemies alive—only then could those dear to him remain safe.

Otherwise, tragedies like what happened to Wu Mingdao might repeat themselves.

"Young Master, how did you manage to slay three hundred thousand with a single sword strike earlier?"

"Was that sword truly so terrifying?" Gu Xian'er asked curiously.

Three hundred thousand was an unimaginable number—a vast sea of people spread across a massive area, not lined up neatly in a row.

"The power of that sword wasn't concentrated—I dispersed it, ensuring it covered all three hundred thousand."

Dispersed?

Even after scattering the force, it still achieved such a result? Then how devastating would it be if concentrated?

What Gu Xian'er didn't know was that Chen Chang'an had used his right hand for that strike.

Though he had wielded it like a sword with his finger, he had infused it with the power of death from his right hand.

Chen Chang'an had only been experimenting, but the effect had been shockingly effective.

That sword, imbued with the essence of death, had elevated its destructive force to a horrifying degree—one that even surprised Chen Chang'an himself.

Within Northern Guardian City, the citizens were abuzz with speculation—how had the battle outside unfolded?

The earth-shattering sword intent earlier, though distant, had sent tremors through every soul in the city.

What unsettled them most was this—the Prince of Zhenbei never used a sword.

That overwhelming sword intent had clearly come from someone else.

Just as the crowd murmured in confusion, Chen Chang'an and Gu Xian'er appeared within Northern Guardian City.

"It's him!"

"Chen Chang'an!"

Those who had witnessed the spectacle the day before immediately recognized him.

Chen Chang'an's presence here—what did it mean?

The citizens of Northern Guardian City dared not imagine, much less believe it.

This was the Prince of Zhenbei—the mighty Prince of Zhenbei!

Moreover, the enemy had set out with an army of three hundred thousand. How could the battle have ended so quickly?

Now that Chen Chang'an had appeared in Northern Guardian City, did this mean the Prince of Zhenbei and his Northern Guardian Army had been completely annihilated?

Terror!

Every gaze directed at Chen Chang'an was filled with sheer terror.

The surroundings fell deathly silent. Wherever he passed, the common folk dared not even breathe.

They could only watch as Chen Chang'an strode step by step into the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion!

Moments later, cries of shock and screams of agony erupted from within.

Gradually, the mansion descended into an eerie stillness, while more and more people gathered outside, trembling in fear.

Time crawled by. Only after a full hour did someone finally muster the courage to step inside.

By then, Chen Chang'an and Gu Xian'er had long vanished without a trace.

And within the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion—no one was left alive.

"They're dead!"

"All of them… dead!"

"Not only did he wipe out the Prince of Zhenbei and the Northern Guardian Army, but he also slaughtered everyone in the mansion?"

"Root and branch—this is annihilation!"

"How terrifying! Who is this man? How dare he do this? Does he not fear retaliation from the Fengtian Imperial Dynasty?"

"Retaliation? With power like his, would the Fengtian Imperial Dynasty even dare?"

"Wait—look over there! What's that? It looks like… writing!"

Suddenly, someone noticed it—on the grandest wall of the mansion, written boldly in blood, was a single line:

"The killer… Chen Chang'an."