Chapter 93: Everyone, why do I not hear your cheers of victory?

Jiang Yan roared in a hoarse voice, gripping his weapon with both hands, and slashed straight ahead.

The sword-qi long river on the longsword erupted in an instant, its searing light transforming into a blinding beam, as if it would cleave all things in the world.

"No!!!"

"This is impossible!!!"

The Chi Dragon roared, blood mist exploding around its body, as it once again ignited the remaining Demon God essence blood within it, trying to flee far away at top speed.

But this sword was simply too fast.

The moment the Chi Dragon ignited its essence blood, the beam formed by the sword-light instantly engulfed it.

"Aaaaaaaaa!!!!"

The Demon Gods howled and wailed, shrouded within the sword-qi beam.

The earth trembled, and the searing light warped the surrounding air.

The flood that had been sweeping through everything was instantly vaporized, and the blinding light nearly enveloped the entire Guili Plains.

Lady Guizhong and the others nearby were blinded by the light and could not open their eyes, retreating again and again.

After a moment, the light faded.

The crowd slowly opened their eyes, and then their pupils all contracted.

There, atop the great Buddha, the figure in the blue-gold battle robe held the posture of having just swung a sword.

And before him, a massive sword scar stretched from the great Buddha's position all the way to the Reedmaze Plains.

It was as if it had sliced the Guili Plains clean in half.

And the Chi Dragon, along with the ten Demon Gods allied with it, ultimately failed to withstand the edge of this sword, and vanished within the sword-qi beam.

"This... this......"

Yixiao Daotian Zhenjun Zhang Da gaped, his face full of disbelief.

Not just him—the surrounding adepti, including Lady Guizhong, were all frozen in place.

"Such tremendous power, and yet he is not a Demon God......"

Gechen Langshi Zhenjun murmured to himself.

"Not a Demon God, yet mightier than one, isn't that so?"

Lady Guizhong's heart was equally unsettled.

The humans around them rose shakily to their feet, exchanged glances, wanting to say something, yet not daring to speak.

The entire battlefield was utterly silent.

Every gaze converged on Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan slowly lowered his sword-swinging stance.

Right now he only felt pitch blackness before his eyes, and a heavy, groggy sensation all around him.

This sword strike of his had likewise drained every last drop of his elemental power.

To prevent the Chi Dragon from escaping again, he had resolved to cut the grass and dig up the roots, channeling all of his elemental power into it.

That was how he produced such a tremendously powerful Excalibur!

But at this moment, he still could not fall.

The great Buddha dispersed, and Jiang Yan landed on the ground.

After staggering a few steps, he drove his sword into the earth to prop himself up.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed with the vanishing of the Chi Dragon and the others, and sunlight once again shone upon this scarred and battered land.

Jiang Yan felt the long-lost warmth, and a bright, radiant smile rose once more upon his lips.