Chapter 532

It had already become sharp and cutting.

Chen Wanru seemed like a different person, with sharpness surging from her body!

"The Long Dragon Sword rises from the Southern Forest Domain, bearing the name of madness for eight hundred years!"

Yun Buju turned and drew his sword.

Swish!

Brilliant sword light suddenly appeared between heaven and earth!

The terrifying Way of the Sword was displayed in full!

There was no boost from True Intent.

It was merely a pure sword technique, yet it drove the attacker back!

In an instant, everyone turned to look!

Truly underestimated.

Who would have thought an old man with one foot already in the coffin would possess such strength!

"It is that sword!"

Someone with sharp eyes noticed.

They saw that the sword in Yun Buju's hand, though covered in countless cracks and looking as if it would shatter at a touch, emitted a terrifying aura.

"Above a Blood Artifact, a broken Heavy Artifact."

Brother Dongmen Xiangzhong walked forward slowly and said softly.

At the same time, surprise flashed in his eyes.

Heavy Artifacts are extremely rare; even he did not possess one, but once he reached the Sealed Marquis Realm, the Zong Sect would likely consider granting him one.

"Relying solely on this sword, you still will not be my match."

Brother Dongmen Xiangzhong waved his right hand, and six demonic beasts surrounded Yun Buju completely!

"The Champion, then."

Yun Buju looked at Brother Dongmen Xiangzhong.

This person's strength could be said to be the strongest here.

Relying only on Yin Ge.

Would not be enough to win.

"Hand over the Divine Flower."

Brother Dongmen Xiangzhong lightly shook his feather fan.

He could see that this person indeed had little lifespan left; if they fought desperately, they would likely perish on the spot.

And he did not wish to kill.

"Two hundred years ago, I once defeated a Champion from the Eastern Sea,"

Yun Buju said slowly, his originally hunched back straightening continuously, "I remember her name was Dongmen Binglan."

Crack!

The feather fan in Brother Dongmen Xiangzhong's hand stopped.

His brows furrowed tightly.

"Who are you? How do you know my grandmother?"

"Hahaha! I am Yun Buju!"

Yun Buju burst into loud laughter.

He held his long sword horizontally before his eyes.

The aura of his entire body became incomparably terrifying!

Boom!

A colossal sword piercing the heavens rose from the ground!

Standing between heaven and earth!

Incomparably towering, incomparably vast, incomparably magnificent!

It was precisely a full ten-tenths of Sword Intent!

"Ten-tenths Sword Intent!"

Brother Dongmen Xiangzhong's pupils contracted slightly.

Possessing ten-tenths Sword Intent indicated an utterly terrifying comprehension.

He absolutely had the potential to step into the Sealed Marquis realm.

How could someone of this age still remain in the Life and Death Realm?

"Not right!"

Soon, Brother Dongmen Xiangzhong discovered the anomaly.

Although it was ten-tenths Sword Intent.

This Sword Intent was covered in cracks, like fragments scattered all over the ground, forcibly pieced together.

It was filled with a sense of disintegration!

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"It is broken True Intent, forcibly condensed."

Brother Dongmen Xiangzhong found the answer in his heart.

It seemed this old man was also an extremely powerful swordsman in his youth.

He simply encountered someone even stronger.

Causing the sword intent to be crushed to pieces.

"Though it is full sword intent, in reality, it can only compare to ninety percent."

Brother Dongmen's expression became calm.

At the same time, he raised his right hand.

The six Tianji Lei Yunshou beasts returned one by one.

No longer surrounding Yun Buju.

Relying solely on these demonic beasts, they would not be this person's match!

"In that case, then I will give you the farewell you deserve."

From Yun Buju's eyes, Dongmen Xiangzhong seemed to read something.

At the same time, both hands formed a seal!

Countless seal patterns manifested!

Roar!

The next second, a terrifying low roar suddenly erupted from the spiritual beast pouch at his waist!

Above the firmament, thunder clouds rolled even more fiercely.

Boom!

A massive figure burst out, coiling in mid-air.

It was a jiao dragon!

A single horn grew from its head, its body covered in scales, with countless Lei Ting swirling around it!

In the Cultivation World.

Dragons have long been a legendary existence, unseen for tens of thousands of years.

Thus, the jiao became the substitute in people's minds.

And the jiao is indeed powerful.

Because it possesses a trace of dragon bloodline.

Roar!

The Lei Jiao roared.

Four eyes grew on its face, its eyes filled with savagery.

As if wanting to destroy everything!

"A jiao dragon, then."

Memories seemed to rise in Yun Buju's eyes.

He remembered that person back then also had a jiao dragon, but at that time, he had won.