Versus the Severing Nine Swords

What the—?!

What’s happening now?

The countless spectators watching the live broadcast across the myriad worlds couldn’t stay seated.

What were they seeing?

Was the scene in the light screen real?

Seventeen! Those were seventeen Sovereigns of the Holy Domains!

And just like that… they turned into shattered ice cubes?!

Huh?

Did they just get wiped out?

But—but no way!

Those half-step Overlord Realm ants were still just ants in the end. The real show was yet to come!

Exactly!

All eyes turned to the man in the light screen—

The swordsman! Duan Jiujian!!

Unlike those half-step Overlord Domain Lords, he had walked the path of swordsmanship to prove his Dao!

His combat power far surpassed that of ordinary Overlords!

So, the battle wasn’t over yet!

Back in the Holy Domain battlefield.

Duan Jiujian’s aged eyes locked onto Su Muwan with deadly focus.

To be honest.

The pressure this newly ascended Domain Lord exuded was unlike anything he had ever felt in his life.

It had instinctively made him draw all nine of his spirit swords at once.

That alone spoke volumes about her strength—she was at least his equal.

But!

There was one thing Duan Jiujian had over Su Muwan.

Battle experience!

He had stepped into the Overlord Realm three thousand years ago. His mastery of combat and command over primordial power far surpassed hers!

So!

Time for a test!

With that thought, he slowly spoke, "Domain Lord Su, allow this old man to teach you… the principle of humility!"

The moment his words fell—

Whoosh!

A spirit sword wreathed in emerald light shot out from behind Duan Jiujian like a dragon emerging from the abyss.

Where its blade pointed, space itself shattered inch by inch!

The first sword had been unleashed!!

This was the blade that had once annihilated countless abominations!

Across the myriad worlds, countless spectators held their breaths. Gamblers in front of the live broadcast screens spammed frantically:

[Holy shit! Duan Jiujian made his move! The first sword alone tears through space?!]

[Su Muwan’s done for! This is a swordsman who entered the Overlord Realm three millennia ago!]

[The Eastern Glory Heaven Realm will win! I bet my entire fortune on this!]

[Wait—how am I seeing your messages??]

[Damn, the myriad worlds truly are full of wonders!]

Yet, contrary to everyone’s expectations of the sword piercing straight through Su Muwan’s body—

"Is that all?"

Su Muwan’s red lips curled slightly as she raised a delicate hand, a glimmer of frost condensing at her fingertip.

Crack!

The sword light, capable of splitting stars, froze solid an inch from her finger—

Then exploded into a shower of ice crystals!

"What?!"

Duan Jiujian’s pupils contracted sharply.

This strike had been a probe, but he hadn’t held back at all.

Every ounce of its power had been unleashed!

Damn it, she really wasn’t an ordinary Overlord!

In that case…

"Second Sword! Third Sword! Fourth Sword!

"Unleash!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three more spirit swords shot forth simultaneously.

One multiplied into countless blade shadows, one summoned divine thunder from the heavens, and one condensed netherworld miasma. Three swords together shook the very fabric of the world!

Everyone’s eyes widened.

Duan Jiujian had just used three swords at once?!

Surely Su Muwan wouldn’t handle this as easily as before?

Yet.

Su Muwan merely chuckled, her toes lightly tapping the void.

[Absolute Frost: Mirror Reversal.]

Hummm—!

A crystalline ice mirror materialized before her in an instant.

BOOM!!

The collision of energies erupted.

The terrifying might of the three swords was completely blocked by the mirror—and then—

Clang!!

All three swords rebounded toward Duan Jiujian, carrying even greater killing intent!

"What?!"

Duan Jiujian’s expression hardened as he hastily gathered energy to block.

CRACK!!

"Guh—!"

All three spirit swords shattered on impact.

The backlash sent him stumbling back three steps, blood trickling from his lips.

The myriad worlds’ spectators erupted:

[What the hell?! Su Muwan just countered four swords with passive defense?!]

[Is Duan Jiujian actually going to lose? My points are on the line!]

[Don’t panic! Five swords remain! His true killing move is yet to come!]

Meanwhile, on the ground battlefield—

While the Overlord duel in the sky stunned the masses, the earth below had already become a living hell.

"Ten Thousand Demon Banner—RISE!"

Qin Luo’s black robes billowed as he unfurled the sinister banner. Instantly, howling winds of resentment filled the air as countless vengeful spirits surged forth!

"Ah! What the hell is this?!"

A cultivator from the Eastern Glory Heaven Realm barely had time to scream before the wraiths engulfed him—his flesh melting away as his soul joined the spectral tide.

Onlookers twitched at the sight.

Everyone knew one thing:

Ghost cultivators needed time to refine living souls.

The duration depended on their cultivation.

But Qin Luo?

Kill—convert—repeat.

The process was nearly instantaneous!

His Ten Thousand Demon Banner had become a perpetual slaughter engine!

Just how terrifying was this demonic cultivator?!

Qin Luo swept a glance over the cannon fodder before him, then glanced up at the isolated battle above.

A faint smirk curled his lips.

This was just the appetizer.

The real enemies were still waiting.

So until then…

With a flick of his wrist, the black banner lashed out again.

Might as well harvest these lives to fuel the banner’s power!

The banner’s wave unleashed a tsunami of wraiths.

Where they passed, allied cultivators fell in droves—only to rise again as new specters joining the slaughter.

"This is insane! He’s cheating!"

"Qin Luo’s demonic arts are broken! Every kill just adds to his army!"

"Retreat! This battle’s unwinnable!"

The allied forces crumbled into chaos as Huo Feng led the Netherfrost Holy Domain’s cultivators in a merciless advance.

A war formation of ice and fire ground forward like a meat grinder.

Huo Feng’s spear moved like a dragon, piercing a dozen cultivators in one thrust—flames erupting to reduce them to ash.

"Our Domain Lord was killed by Su Muwan!"

"Run for your lives!!"

Some Holy Domain cultivators, now leaderless, broke ranks entirely.

With their Sovereigns dead, staying meant certain doom.

"Escape? Do you really think you can?"

Qin Luo chuckled darkly, the Ten Thousand Demon Banner unfurling once more.

Skeletal hands burst from the earth, dragging fleeing soldiers into the banner’s depths.

The scene was nothing short of infernal.

Of course, even as Qin Luo mopped up the battlefield below, he kept one eye on Su Muwan’s duel above.

Ready to intervene at a moment’s notice.

High in the sky—

"Su Muwan… you are indeed formidable."

"In three thousand years, I’ve never seen a monster like you."

Duan Jiujian wiped the blood from his lips, battlelust burning in his eyes. "But let’s see if you can handle this next strike."

At this point, this was no longer about the Holy Domain War.

This was a battle for battle’s sake.

His right hand beckoned.

"Fifth Sword—Star Burial!"

The sword emerged—and the heavens split!

This blade channeled the power of the stars.

Its light poured down like a galactic river, annihilating space in its wake.

Vortexes of spatial distortion swirled as chaotic currents erupted.

Su Muwan arched a brow, flipping her palm to summon a glacial longsword.

With a single swing—

[Absolute Frost: Heaven’s Cleave]

Whoosh—!

The ice blade clashed against the stellar river.

The explosion of frost and starlight painted the sky in dazzling cerulean—

Leaving every onlooker trembling in awe.