Chapter 636: Heavenly Heart Dharma Body, Heavenly Heart Great Palm

How many years has it been? No one dares to challenge him, or rather, those who try to challenge him die before they even see him.

The Heavenly Heart Sect teems with talent; one must first overcome them to catch a glimpse of him.

Yet, after all these years, no one has been able to cross this step.

Elder Xinran, a genius of the Spirit Sword Sect, is merely a genius; the geniuses the Heavenly Heart Daoist has seen are as many as carp crossing a river—too many to count—and a mere genius like her is not even worth his glance.

The Heavenly Heart Sect has not three thousand but a thousand geniuses of this kind; there's no need to take them to heart.

And now, this person wants to challenge himself—how ridiculous, how absurd.

"Those are them; I'm not here to challenge you, but to kill you."

At this moment, Elder Xinran has never been so confident; as a swordsman, confidence is essential.

This is the most basic requirement of a swordsman, and also the invincible capital of a sword bearer.

No matter who it is, Elder Xinran will never bow her head nor admit defeat.

The Heavenly Heart Daoist furrowed his brows: "Are you sure?"

"Look at the sword."

Elder Xinran, too lazy to exchange words with him, launches straight into attack; the sword blade looks ordinary but is actually perilous; this strike embodies her sword Dao insight and also her killing intent toward the Heavenly Dream Daoist.

In the blink of an eye, it reached the Heavenly Heart Daoist's front; this sword headed for his chest.

The blade arrived before his eyes, and the Heavenly Heart Daoist shook his head.

"Your sword is not bad, a shame—you're still too immature to kill this seat."

He flicked his hand, tapping the sword blade; the blade was flicked away.

Elder Xinran's body was also flicked along, and she was flung flying.

Seeing this, Ming Jianzi and Ming Wuzi behind dared not rush forward, feeling the gap.

The gap in strength— their opponent is not the Spirit Sword True Person, nor the Heavenly Dream Daoist, but the Heavenly Heart Daoist.

The strongest person of the Heavenly Heart Sect, the Strong One who has suppressed this world for several hundred years, no one dares to oppose.

His strength has always been the stuff of legend; no one knows exactly how strong he is.

Compared to him, the Spirit Sword True Person falls far short.

"Master Uncle."

"Elder Xinran, Master Uncle."

Ming Jianzi wanted to step forward to help, but Ming Wuzi held him back and shook his head.

"Senior Brother, don't seek your own death; this is not a battle we can intervene in."

"But?"

"If we go, we'll just be throwing away our lives and adding trouble for Master Uncle."

Ming Wuzi sees clearly that going up now would just be going to die.

Not only would it fail to help Master Uncle, it would actually create an obstacle for her.

This battle is not something they can intervene in; they should stay put here— that is the greatest help they can give Master Uncle.

"Master Uncle she..."

Ming Jianzi also knows, but he truly cannot bear to watch Master Uncle be suppressed; looking at the situation, Master Uncle cannot defeat the Heavenly Heart Daoist.

A one-sided battle— Master Uncle will soon be struck down.

The Heavenly Heart Daoist is not the Spirit Sword True Person; he will truly deliver a killing blow.

They cannot just sit and wait for death; if Master Uncle dies, they fear……

Ming Wuzi does not let him pass; no matter what Ming Jianzi says, Ming Wuzi insists on this point.

Ming Jianzi can only give up; he cannot get past.

Behind them, Chen Chuyang hid, watching this battle, inwardly sneering: "The Heavenly Heart Daoist, the sect master of the Heavenly Heart Sect, the strongest sect master in history, also the longest-reigning sect master, who has suppressed this world for several hundred years."

"His existence is the very foundation of the Heavenly Heart Sect's invincibility; if he were killed here, would that not...?"

If this person dies, the Heavenly Heart Sect will also collapse.

Those coveting powers will certainly not let the Heavenly Heart Sect off.

This operation to wear down the Heavenly Heart Sect directly advances to extermination.

This idea arose, and Chen Chuyang could hardly restrain himself.

The Heavenly Heart Daoist's heart shrank; he raised his head and looked toward where Chen Chuyang was.

The two, their eyes met.

Just a glance, and the Heavenly Heart Daoist sensed Chen Chuyang's thoughts.

"This person has murderous intent toward me."

"This place is not suitable for lingering."

This woman, Elder Xinran, temporarily cannot…… move.

He cannot fight her for too long; once dragged in, he is likely to fall under that person's influence.

"Chen Chuyang, this person is indeed here; all of this is related to him."

"Elder Xinran being able to come out alive— it seems to be his masterpiece."

"The Spirit Sword Sect, the Heavenly Heart Sect— they are indeed part of his plan."

The Yin Gui Sect over there has been ruined.

Next, it's their turn.

This person harbors great ambition.

The Chen Clan wishes to rise; the Heavenly Heart Sect is the greatest obstacle.

"Junior Sister."

Heavenly Dream Daoist immediately reacted, looking at his senior brother.

"Let's go."

"Senior Brother, she..."

Heavenly Dream Daoist was somewhat puzzled; clearly his senior brother had the upper hand, he could soon Protector Xinran Zhanglao.

Even more, he could directly kill her without expending any effort.

If Lingjian Zhenren does not block, those people can simply be killed.

Why leave?

Such a great opportunity, yet they want to retreat; she doesn't understand.

"Junior Sister, listen to Senior Brother, wait and follow him when leaving, don't hesitate."

"Yes, Senior Brother."

Heavenly Dream Daoist, although unaware of the reason, will definitely listen to what her senior brother says.

At any time, she will listen.

Tian Xin Dao Ren took a deep look at everyone present, palms together.

Then, a huge dharma body appeared behind him.

The huge figure slowly rose, standing three zhang tall.

"Tian Xin Dharma Body."

"Tian Xin Great Palm."

The huge palm stretched out, as if to cover the sky.

This palm strike, terrifying in power, made the people below all change color.

Jing Yuheng exclaimed in shock: "Damn it, this person directly used a great divine ability, he wants to kill us."

Qi Mingyu said coldly: "Tian Xin Great Palm, Tian Xin Dharma Body."

Feng Yuxian stared at the huge palm falling from the sky, his expression grim.

Lingjian Zhenren quickly escaped the attack range, coldly smiling: "The old Tian Xin ghost is trying to flee."

At a glance, he saw Tian Xin Dao Ren's intention.

The Tian Xin Great Palm fell, while Tian Xin Dao Ren took Heavenly Dream Daoist and left this place.

So fast that the people hadn't even reacted before they ran away.

"Boom—"

The Tian Xin Great Palm fell, the earth collapsed.

The huge palm annihilated everything.

After the explosion, the ground bore a palm print ten meters deep, spanning over a kilometer in size.

The crowd quickly fled.

Xinran Zhanglao was at the palm's center, his body condensed with massive Technique, piercing the huge palm.

Like a sword.

Ming Jianzi and Ming Wuzi quickly distanced themselves, escaping this great divine ability.

Jing Yuheng and the others were also injured.

The spreading shockwave sent them... flying backward dozens of meters, all injured on the ground.

"Pfft"

Xinran Zhanglao spat blood, the Technique on his body dissipated.

His body swayed, on the verge of collapsing, but he finally steadied his footing.

He did not sway, nor did he kneel.

His face was pallid, his eyes searching for Tian Xin Dao Ren's whereabouts.

After searching all around, he still could not find Tian Xin Dao Ren.