Chapter 232: Overlord's End
"Tian Wei Absolute Sword Final Style, Tian Yao!!"
Ling Jie let out a loud roar. Cyan and orange light suddenly burst open in the air simultaneously, unleashing a sky-covering radiance of sword beams. These beams were so intense, so dazzling, that they almost blocked out the sun's rays above the heavens. Within this terrifying sword light, countless sword auras released by two Heavenly Xuan Swords spiraled and hovered, finally condensing into a ten-zhang-long cyan-orange giant sword that fell from above.
Boom!!
The entire Profound Force Barrier shattered directly under the oppressive force like a tidal wave. Cracks crazily spread across the Sword Discussion Platform, the longest one reaching all the way to the edge of the Sword Control Platform. At the center of the Sword Discussion Platform where Yun Che stood, the ground began to sink significantly.
Such an array caused many disciples to hastily gather their protective profound force in trepidation. Ling Jie's final sword was already terrifying just from its momentum, and its power was simply unimaginable. Yet Yun Che, standing right at the epicenter, remained there without any intention of evading. His expression was calm—not a hint of fear, nor even a trace of seriousness... It was as if he intended to take this sword head-on.
Ling Yuefeng stood up. Watching Yun Che's stance, he murmured, "If you can take this sword head-on, not only Jie'er, but even I will admire you."
Seeing Yun Che below show no sign of dodging, Ling Jie's eyes flashed with intense brilliance. He unhesitatingly released all his profound force, sword intent, and even his will, condensing the largest Tian Yao Sword he had ever forged in his life—even when facing his elder brother Ling Yun, whom he had always wanted to defeat, he had never been so unreserved.
If you can't take it, I win! If you do take it, then you fully qualify to make me, Ling Jie, your little brother!!
The Tian Yao Sword descended like a dazzling star. Under the immense pressure, Yun Che's hair and clothes pressed tightly against his skin, but his body remained motionless. Though his feet sank deeply, they were nailed to the ground without the slightest shift. In his hand, the half-length heavy sword radiated a domineering aura that, under this pressure, did not subside but instead boiled ever more fiercely.
The Tian Yao Sword drew nearer and nearer. Within less than a breath of its descent, the central area of the Sword Discussion Platform had sunk by at least a foot, and countless cracks covered its surface. Half of Yun Che's body was pressed below ground, and his clothes were sliced into countless shreds by the chaotic sword auras.
Ten zhang... five zhang... three zhang... one zhang... five feet...
"Overlord... Wrath!!!"
Just as the tip of the enormous Tian Yao Sword was about to reach the top of Yun Che's head, he let out a deep roar and swung his heavy sword upward! This swing seemed to overturn the heavens and shatter the earth. As the heavy sword swung out, every crack on the Sword Discussion Platform suddenly widened, and the surrounding air twisted violently under the immense force.
Boom!!!!
The Tian Yao Sword collided head-on with the domineering blade of the heavy sword. A thunderous explosion shook the heavens. The collision of the two forces created a blinding light that forced everyone to close their eyes. The shockwave spread outward, shattering the already destroyed profound force barrier and sending all the disciples staggering backward.
When the light faded, the scene before them left everyone dumbfounded.
Yun Che stood firm, his half-length heavy sword held diagonally, a faint smile on his lips. The Tian Yao Sword had been completely shattered, its cyan and orange light dissipating into the air. Yun Che's clothes were in tatters, his entire body covered in countless small cuts from the scattered sword auras, but there was no significant injury—not even a single decent wound.
Ling Jie, standing closest to him, stared at Yun Che's condition, nearly popping his eyes out. Earlier, he had warned Yun Che that if he couldn't take the blow, he might die. He had confidently believed that even if Yun Che survived, he would be utterly disheveled. He never imagined that his all-out strike, infused with every bit of his sword intent and profound force, would... only tear his clothes and cause some insignificant scratches!
Clang!
His beloved sword, usually treasured as life itself, was thrown to the ground by Ling Jie. He plopped down and yelled in exasperation, "I'm not fighting! I surrender! Aaaahhh... I, Ling Jie, will never, ever, *ever* fight with you, this freak, again!!"
After saying "I surrender," Ling Jie felt a wave of relief, as if a heavy boulder had been lifted from his shoulders. This battle had drained him completely. Even in defeat, it should have been exhilarating and satisfying. But during the fight, Ling Jie's greatest feeling was "suffocation."
He had never fought a battle so suffocating. Usually, when sparring with fellow disciples at Tian Jian Villa, even if his opponent was several times stronger, he showed no fear, charging like a young tiger, never hesitating even if injured. But against Yun Che, he was constantly on edge. If a light sword cut or stabbed him, as long as it wasn't a vital point, it was just a wound. But if that heavy sword hit him, it would be no exaggeration to say his body could be shattered. His own sword was agile, quick as the wind, and unfathomable, but against Yun Che's heavy sword, it became nearly useless. No matter how fast his sword speed, how many sword beams, or how tricky the angle, Yun Che just swung his sword once—either shattering all the beams or forcing him to withdraw and retreat far away.
During the exchange, Ling Jie felt he could neither get close nor stay far. Every time Yun Che moved his sword, Ling Jie was terrified and cautious, his nerves taut without a moment's respite. Both mentally and physically, it felt as if a huge stone was pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe.
This feeling of being utterly suppressed was so unbearable it nearly made him vomit blood.
A single "I lose," and the lightness that followed made Ling Jie let out a long sigh, then gasp for air. His claim that he never wanted to fight Yun Che again came straight from the heart, not a rash joke.
A long, long time ago, Tian Jian Villa had also had a heavy sword lineage, but it declined rapidly. Many years ago, the last elder of the heavy sword line ventured into the Death Wasteland and never returned. The heavy sword lineage was completely severed at Tian Jian Villa, leaving only a few heavy swords on the Sword Discussion Platform as the final trace of its existence.
Ling Yuefeng had once told him that heavy swords were only suitable for the battlefield, not for Xuan Adepts. Even the Tian Wei Sword Domain, which revered all swords, had long abandoned the heavy sword lineage. He even said that those who trained in heavy swords were utter fools. But now, having personally experienced the terror of a heavy sword, Ling Jie wanted to shout at his father Ling Yuefeng: "Your sister!"
Anyway, here's a list of all the profound arts and skills Xiao Che currently possesses.
Profound Arts: 【Evil God Art】(from Mo Li), 【Great Dao Pagoda Art】(from Mo Li), 【Phoenix Ode Scripture】(forcibly comprehended, incomplete), 【Celestial Wolf Prison God Scripture】(from Mo Li), 【Ice Cloud Art】(from Chu Yuechan)
Profound Skills:
Evil God System: First Realm: Evil Soul: 【Falling Moon and Sinking Star】/ Second Realm: Heart Incineration: 【Cloud-Sealing Sun-Locking】/ Third Realm: Purgatory: 【Annihilation of Heaven and Earth】
Phoenix System: 【Phoenix Wing Firmament Dance】, 【Burning Star Demon Lotus】
Heavy Sword System: Overlord's Wrath, 【Heavenly Wolf Strike】(heavy sword + Celestial Wolf), 【Phoenix Break】(heavy sword + Celestial Wolf + Phoenix)
Body Art: Star God Remnant Shadow.
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