# Chapter 900: Divine Manifestation Art
Wind Qin held the Execution Command, standing at the center of the storm. Rings of black airflow circled his body, emitting a cold, murderous aura.
His height reached three meters, allowing him to look down upon Zhang Ruochen, and said: "Zhang Ruochen, continuing to live in this world is undoubtedly a pain for you. Let this king send you on your way and end your tragic life."
Wind Qin raised the Execution Command once again. The dozen-zhang tall token was covered with dense inscriptions, and faintly, a human-shaped shadow could be seen merging with the Execution Command.
Zhang Ruochen stared at the figure on the Execution Command, his eyes filled with coldness, and said in a low voice: "If you want to kill me, I'm afraid you're not qualified enough."
"Clang!"
The Abyssal Ancient Sword let out a piercing cry, flying toward Zhang Ruochen and suspending itself before him.
It had already refined four blood blades, absorbing enough power to recover to the Thousand-Mark Sacred Artifact level.
As Zhang Ruochen continuously poured Saint Qi and Sword Intent into the Abyssal Ancient Sword, a distant voice came from within the sword body: "Several hundred years have passed... Zhang... Zhang Ruochen, why have you... only now awakened me?"
That was the communication between the sword spirit and its master, which outsiders could not hear.
Hearing the familiar voice of the sword spirit, Zhang Ruochen suppressed his excitement and said: "Abyssal, first fight with me and get through the current crisis. There are many things I need to ask you."
"Very well, I have slept for too long, and my thinking has become quite sluggish. Indeed, I need a good battle to restore my peak will."
The next moment, the surface of the Abyssal Ancient Sword emitted a pitch-black radiance, surging outward in all directions.
At first, the black radiance only enveloped Zhang Ruochen.
Gradually, the hundred-zhang-wide arena was also transformed into a darkness.
Looking up from below, one could only see a massive black sphere, like a black hole suspended in midair.
Even the Half-Saint Eyes of Half-Saints could only vaguely see that within the black sphere, tens of thousands of sword qi had appeared.
"Zhang Ruochen is severely injured, clearly at the end of his strength. How does he still have the power to fight?"
"I feel... Zhang Ruochen seems to have become even stronger."
Jian Kongzi stood behind Wan Zhaoyi, the sacred sword on his back trembling violently.
His eyes showed a rather shocked expression, saying: "It's not that Zhang Ruochen has become stronger, but that black sword has reached the Thousand-Mark Sacred Artifact level, merging with Zhang Ruochen to form a state of unity between man and sword."
Among those present, only Jian Kongzi was a true sword cultivator who had cultivated Sword Three to Great Perfection, so he naturally had the most authority to speak.
Beside him, a Half-Saint from the Ministry of War asked: "How can a person and a sword achieve unity?"
Jian Kongzi said: "Among sword cultivators, that is one of the most top-level techniques. It requires not only the sword cultivator's realm to reach the unity of man and sword, but also a sacred sword with top-tier material and sword spirit. The sacred sword and its master must also form a mysterious harmony for the two to truly become one."
Jian Kongzi looked at the Abyssal Ancient Sword suspended before Zhang Ruochen with extremely envious eyes.
For a sword cultivator, the goal of a lifetime was to find or cultivate such a sword.
The sword was the sword cultivator's best friend.
On the arena, Zhang Ruochen merged with the Abyssal Ancient Sword, as if only the sword remained, or as if only Zhang Ruochen's figure remained.
The person was the sword, and the sword was the person.
"Whoosh."
The black sword turned into a streak of dark light and flew out.
Wind Qin had fought against sword cultivators before, but he had never encountered a situation like this.
Wind Qin controlled the Execution Command and blocked forward.
"Bang."
A powerful impact force surged from the sword body.
At the same time, sword qi from all directions converged, colliding with the Execution Command, producing a large patch of red sparks.
Wind Qin's arms made "crackling" sounds as he retreated three steps before neutralizing that powerful force.
Fortunately, the Execution Command was forged from special materials.
If it had been a Hundred-Mark Sacred Artifact, it would certainly have been destroyed after receiving this strike.
The Abyssal Ancient Sword flew in a circle in midair, then slashed down again, striking at Wind Qin's neck. Wind Qin had no choice but to once again strike with the Execution Command to block Zhang Ruochen's attack.
The tide of this battle finally turned, with Zhang Ruochen suppressing Wind Qin.
Of course, Wind Qin was also a rather remarkable figure. No matter how fierce or exquisite Zhang Ruochen's sword techniques were, they could not break through his defense.
This person's cultivation and combat power had clearly reached the top level of a Sixth-Rank Half-Saint. At the same realm, probably only a Sacred Body could defeat him.
However, Wind Qin was secretly suffering in his heart.
The Abyssal Ancient Sword was too sharp. Every sword strike left a mark on the Execution Command. It would probably not be long before the Execution Command was destroyed.
Once he lost the Execution Command, how could he block Zhang Ruochen's sword techniques?
"Crack!"
Zhang Ruochen struck out dozens of swords in succession, and the Execution Command finally could not withstand it, cracking open a gap.
Wind Qin was naturally very unwilling. His cultivation was clearly a whole level higher than Zhang Ruochen's. How could he lose to him?
Moreover, losing meant death.
No matter what, he had to make one last gamble before the Execution Command completely shattered.
"Zhang Ruochen, your strength is indeed quite astonishing, forcing this king to use my final trump card. However, everything will end."
"Burning Wood Divine Manifestation Art."
Wind Qin's body, like a piece of wood, caught fire, making crackling sounds. His originally three-meter-tall, robust frame quickly withered, and in moments, he became as thin as a human-shaped bamboo pole.
The Burning Wood Divine Manifestation Art originated from an ancient shamanic secret art called "Divine Manifestation Art."
Shamanism was even more ancient than the current three paths, being the cultivation method of humanity in the oldest era. After the three paths flourished, shamanism gradually withdrew from the stage of history.
Even if shamanic heirs or secret arts appeared in later generations, none achieved great mastery.
The Divine Manifestation Art could burn a cultivator's blood qi, essence qi, and saint qi, thereby unleashing power exceeding ten times their normal strength in an extremely short time.
Nowadays, the secret arts circulating in the Kunlun Realm that stimulate one's combat power are mostly derived from the Divine Manifestation Art.
The Burning Wood Divine Manifestation Art was one of them.
Using such a secret art had enormous side effects, not only causing severe damage to one's vitality but also carrying the risk of realm regression. Unless absolutely necessary, no one would use it.
The power fluctuations on Wind Qin's body continuously rose, and the emitted energy swept across the entire arena.
"Boom."
The Execution Command fell, aiming for a single lethal strike.
At this moment, the Abyssal Ancient Sword also erupted with a power that seemed capable of destroying heaven and earth. Thousands of inscriptions emerged, forming a Thousand Ripple Annihilation Force.
Zhang Ruochen had no other choice. Only by using the Thousand Ripple Annihilation Force could he block this strike.
Wind Qin was fighting for his life, and wasn't Zhang Ruochen doing the same?
"Pfft!"
As the Abyssal Ancient Sword slashed out, it cut through the Execution Command and Wind Qin's body like slicing tofu, splitting both in two.
Bright red blood gushed from Wind Qin's waist.
Even at the moment of death, Wind Qin was extremely shocked. He struggled to extend one hand, pointing at Zhang Ruochen, and said: "You... you... actually dared to use... Thousand Ripple... Annihi..."
With a thud, Wind Qin's upper body fell to the ground.
Zhang Ruochen held the blood-drenched Abyssal Ancient Sword, using the sword to support his body, staring at the corpse on the ground, breathing heavily, and said: "What makes you so sure that I wouldn't use the Thousand Ripple Annihilation Force?"
Having been pushed to the brink of life and death, how could he care about so much?
At the moment Wind Qin fell, everyone present was left breathless.
Some felt surprised, some felt confused, and others showed expressions of sudden realization.
Then, the crowd erupted, all discussing fervently.
"Wind Qin originally had the strength to kill Zhang Ruochen, but unfortunately, Zhang Ruochen fought to the death and dragged him down with him."
"The Ministry of War has lost two Domain Kings in succession, both Sixth-Rank Half-Saints. The loss is too heavy. I wonder who will make a move next?"
"Whoever makes a move can easily kill Zhang Ruochen. Having used the Thousand Ripple Annihilation Force, Zhang Ruochen has exhausted his Saint Qi and cannot possibly have the strength to fight anymore."
Everyone knew that once Zhang Ruochen used the Thousand Ripple Annihilation Force, it meant he would surely die on the arena.
However, even if he died, it would still be quite glorious.
After all, he had been in the Central Domain for less than a month and had already killed several Ministry of War Kings. Even the high-ranking Half-Saints of the Demon Sect, Black Market, and Death Zen Sect had not achieved such remarkable feats when fighting the Ministry of War.
The Half-Saints of the Ministry of War could naturally see that Zhang Ruochen was now like fish on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.
"I'll go take Zhang Ruochen's life."
"Zhao Luo, your cultivation is too low. Let me deal with Zhang Ruochen."
"You're only a Third-Rank Half-Saint yourself. What right do you have to say my realm is low?"
...
After a round of contention, Jin Yue King "Tong Dong" rushed out first and ascended the arena.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was indeed very weak. His internal Saint Qi was nearly more than eighty percent depleted, and he could only use the Abyssal Ancient Sword to support his body to keep from falling.
However, Zhang Ruochen was not completely without the power to fight back.
Tong Dong's cultivation was not particularly high, only at the Third-Rank Half-Saint realm.
He was able to break out from among the Ministry of War Half-Saints to snatch the great military merit of killing Zhang Ruochen, which naturally made him quite delighted.
As a result, he was rather careless.
Tong Dong had just landed on the arena and hadn't even steadied himself when Zhang Ruochen mobilized his spiritual power and struck out a three-zhang-long lightning blade, hitting him.
"Crack!"
A muffled sound came from Tong Dong's mouth as he flew backward.
His entire body was covered with fine lightning, and a foot-long bloody wound had split open at his abdomen.