Published: January 8, 2025
Roar! Below, the Dark King let out a piercing roar, seeming to be injured. He could no longer endure it and, with a loud boom, sank directly down, plunging into the depths of the rift.
He was scared.
"Trying to escape? Where do you think you're going!" Qin Chen shouted coldly, slashing down with his sword once more.
Boom! The ground shook and the sky cracked, but the Dark King did not look back, crazily descending until he finally sank into the boundless darkness, completely disappearing from sight.
Qin Chen's gaze flickered, feeling an impulse to charge into the abyss below, but after hesitating, he halted his steps.
Although he had wounded the Dark King with his two strikes, that was under the protection of the array, with the help of Sword Ancestor and others in the Sword Burial Abyss. If he were to enter the underground seal, he probably wouldn't be able to injure the opponent so easily.
"What kind of Dark King is this? Is he a rabbit? Why run so fast?" Qin Chen pouted.
Sword Ancestor was dumbfounded.
This kid not only drove the Dark King away but also absorbed much of the Dark King's power.
Sword Ancestor could clearly feel that the Dark King, who had plunged into the depths of the abyss, was severely weakened and would not have the strength to emerge for quite some time.
With the threat of the Dark King gone, the pressure on Sword Ancestor was greatly relieved.
After so many years, he felt such ease for the first time.
The heavenly realm has successors!
"Qin Chen, don't forget your promise," he reminded.
As the Dark King sank into the abyss, the entire Sword Burial Abyss shimmered with the light of countless Bronze Coffins. Suddenly, from two of the coffins, the furious roars of Xiao Wudao and Ji Tianguang erupted, and after a flash of light, their powers fell silent.
The Bronze Coffins returned to their ancient color, no longer glowing.
Swish! Qin Chen sheathed the Mysterious Rusty Sword, stored away the Myriad Realms Demon Tree and little ant, and then directly landed in front of Sword Ancestor.
"Junior Qin Chen pays respect to Sword Ancestor," he greeted with a bow.
"Hahaha, talented youth, indeed a talented youth," Sword Ancestor chuckled, still somewhat dazed, and then laughed heartily, his expression excited.
"Sword Ancestor?"
The Primordial Ancestor Dragon and Blood River Saint Ancestor also stepped forward. Boom! One transformed into a true dragon illusion, while the other became a blood shadow soaring into the sky, approaching closely, while the lord of abyssal demons also stepped forward.
"Who are these three?" Sword Ancestor inquired.
Qin Chen smiled and replied, "This one is the Primordial Ancestor Dragon, and this one is the Blood River Saint Ancestor. They are both helpers I brought from the Myriad Races Battlefield Myriad Divine Treasury. They told me they are chaos beings, ancient Chaos Demon Gods, and among the top tier, but honestly, I think they are just average."
"Kid Qin Chen, what nonsense are you spouting?"
The Primordial Ancestor Dragon suddenly exploded with fury, "Old fellow, don't listen to this kid's nonsense. We are merely souls left after our physical bodies were destroyed. The bodies we currently have can only exert one-thousandth of our power. No, that's not right, one-ten-thousandth. In fact, just a tiny bit of strength."
The Primordial Ancestor Dragon gestured a tiny bit with his dragon claw and then said, "If I were at my peak, wiping out that Dark King would be a piece of cake, a matter of a single slap."
"Is that so?" Qin Chen mocked, "You can slap to death a powerhouse from the cosmic sea with just one hand?"
"Ahem, it was a metaphor, don't you understand?" The Primordial Ancestor Dragon said awkwardly, "One slap may be an exaggeration, but two slaps is the limit."
Qin Chen didn't bother with him and continued introducing the lord of abyssal demons, "This one is the lord of abyssal demons, a disciple of Yuanmo Ancestor."
"What?"
Boom! The Eternal Sword Master next to them instantly exuded a powerful sword aura, filled with killing intent.