Chapter 2425: Return To Dust (1)

Chapter 2425: Return To Dust (1)



BOOOM!!

The beam of energy struck the Rain and Cloud Swords, and for a brief moment, time seemed to stand still.

Then, with a deafening roar that shattered the silence, the Rain and Cloud Swords were blasted apart, their fragments scattering like fallen stars, their chaotic energy dissipating into nothingness.

Qin Juehai, his defenses shattered, his body wracked with pain, stumbled back, his eyes filled with disbelief and despair.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

He couldn't believe that an ant like Rui Xian had actually injured him and destroyed his swords.

As Rui Xian, his life force extinguished, collapsed to the ground, his sword clattering beside him, Qin Juehai seized the opportunity.

With a swift and merciless strike, he plunged the Rain Sword into Rui Xian's chest, piercing his heart.

Rui Xian gasped in pain. He tried to wield his sword, but it was futile. Qin Juehai had already seized his sword and taken it away.

Qin Juehai, his face contorted with cruel satisfaction, twisted the blade, savoring Rui Xian's agony.

"You should have stayed out of my way," he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "Now, you will pay the price for your interference."

Rui Xian coughed up a mouthful of blood, his vision blurring, his consciousness fading. He looked at Jian Yun, who stood nearby, his blind eyes filled with profound sadness.

"Senior... I've failed," Rui Xian whispered, his voice barely a breath.

Jian Yun stared at Rui Xian and said calmly, "Your master is proud of you."

A relieved smile appeared on Rui Xian's lips as he slowly closed his eyes. "Thank you, Senior," he whispered, his voice fading into nothingness.

His body went limp, his eyes losing their light, his life extinguished.

He had given his all to protect the legacy of the Nameless Sword God. Even though he had failed, there were no regrets.

Jian Yun, his expression serene, replied calmly, "True strength lies not in brute force, but in unwavering resolve and profound understanding."

"Besides," he paused for a moment and said in a deep voice, "your way of the sword is no longer there. You've already lost yourself."

His words echoed through the battlefield, carrying a weight that transcended the clash of swords and the surge of chaotic energy.

He Chong and the other Ancient True Gods watched in awe and astonishment. Jian Yun, despite his weakened state, was holding his own against Qin Juehai, who wielded the full

power of the Nameless Sword God's legacy.

How was this possible?

The answer lay in Jian Yun's unwavering dedication to the way of the sword. He had spent countless eons honing his skills, refining his understanding, and cultivating his sword intent. Even in his weakened state, his mastery of the sword remained unmatched.

"That look of you again! You insulted me back then, and you're doing it again right here! Let's see how long you can be arrogant!" Qin Juehai, fueled by desperate rage, unleashed a barrage of attacks, his swordsmanship growing more savage, his movements more unpredictable. "Nameless Sword Art: Severing Skies!" Qin Juehai roared, channeling the full force of his borrowed power into a devastating attack.

The stolen sword in his hand transformed into a whirlwind of chaotic energy, tearing through the heavens, its power capable of severing the very skies.

Jian Yun, his blind eyes seemingly seeing everything, calmly raised the Heaven Piercing Sword, its chaotic aura flaring brightly.

His aura suddenly changed. It became ethereal, as though he was one with heaven and earth.

The seven elemental swords transformed into seven beams of light and shot into the Heaven

Piercing Sword.

Jian Yun raised his hand and pointed his finger toward Qin Juehai.

"Return to Dust."

The very air stilled as Jian Yun uttered those words. It was as if the world itself held its breath.

The desolate landscape of the Ancient Battlefield seemed to bow before him, acknowledging the sheer might of the Sword God...