Published: January 18, 2025
In the depths of the great abyss, Qin Chen floated between heaven and earth, the Mysterious Rusty Sword held before him, his robes billowing, appearing ethereal like an immortal.
Below, the Sword Ancestor wore a dazed expression.
What did he just witness?
With a single sword strike, one of Lord Indra's many tentacles was severed? Although it was just one of many, one must understand that Lord Indra was the king of the Dark Clan, the ultimate commander of the invasion of this universe, and over the years, he had already broken through to the half-step transcendence realm.
For years, the Sword Ancestor had burned his life force, and even the experts of the entire Heaven-Piercing Sword Pavilion could only suppress Lord Indra, but could not slay him.
Now, with Qin Chen's single sword strike, he had severed two of Lord Indra's tentacles. How could he not be shocked?
"You brat..."
Meanwhile, Lord Indra's eyes revealed a look of rage.
Suspended in the sky, holding the Mysterious Rusty Sword, Qin Chen coldly declared to Lord Indra below: "Today, this place is your burial ground."
"Seeking death!" Lord Indra roared in anger. Boom! His hands erupted with countless tentacles that surged wildly, instantly igniting with an astonishing dark aura. In an instant, the entire great abyss was enveloped by endless dark power, a terrifying wave of dark energy sweeping over him, forming a fearsome dark energy wave in front of him.
Boom!
Countless dark tentacles rushed towards Qin Chen.
Wherever the dark tentacles passed, the world itself seemed to collapse, creating a terrifying void storm.
Facing this terrifying void storm, Qin Chen's gaze remained calm. He suddenly spread his right hand and abruptly activated the Mysterious Rusty Sword.
Boom!
A terrifying killing intent surged from Qin Chen's body, rising to the heavens.
He held nothing back and unleashed his strongest attack, the killing intent sword qi.
He understood very well that Lord Indra, despite being suppressed by the Sword Ancestor for millions of years, was incredibly powerful, and defeating him would not be an easy feat. A difficult battle was likely ahead.
Qin Chen took the initiative to strike, wanting to validate the power of the sword techniques his mother had imparted to him.
As this killing intent sword qi soared into the sky, everyone present changed color. Even the Sword Ancestor looked up in shock at the sky, where the sword intent and killing aura released by Qin Chen seemed poised to tear the heavens apart.
"What a terrifying sword intent," the Sword Ancestor exclaimed in shock.
Not only he, but Lord Indra's expression also changed drastically: "How could such a killing intent sword technique appear in this universe?"
Qin Chen said nothing further. He stepped forward and slashed out with his sword!
This direct attack caused all the powerhouses in the vicinity to change their expressions. Although this move was not directed at them, they all felt as if they were submerged in an ocean of killing intent, as if they would be instantly shattered.
Lord Indra, below, turned pale, activating countless dark tentacles, each adorned with eerie dark runes. Numerous dark runes transformed into a dark wave, forming a black shield that enveloped Lord Indra’s entire body.
Withstand it!
Boom!
At the moment the sword light descended, the black shield condensed from dark power shattered, erupting into countless shockwaves that blasted outward, while Lord Indra was forced to retreat violently. In the process of his retreat, the void in front of him shattered, and the entire abyss was engulfed by towering waves of time and space, drowning the entire area.
Surrounding them, the primordial ancestral dragon and others also retreated frantically.
This move was not aimed at them, but it still sent chills down their spines.
Lord Indra only stopped after retreating a full ten thousand feet, and in front of him, a massive time-space rift extending tens of thousands of feet had been torn open.
Boom!
Once Lord Indra stopped, the tentacles in front of him shattered into powder, disappearing under the sword intent.