Chapter 727: Killing You All, This Too Will Still Be Mine

Li Chen’s voice was calm, yet carried supreme authority.

With those words, the light at his fingertip suddenly erupted, transforming into a seven-colored sword aura spanning heaven and earth!

This sword aura was not particularly massive, but the sharpness and annihilation intent within it made every Saint Realm cultivator present feel their hearts tremble and flesh quiver!

Not to mention those below the Saint Realm, who had already been crushed to the ground by the pressure!

The seven-colored sword aura collided directly with the dark red energy sphere!

There was no earth-shattering explosion as imagined—only a grating, peculiar sound, as if all things were being ground to dust.

The violent destructive energy of the dark red sphere, the instant it touched the seven-colored sword aura, melted and dissolved layer by layer like snow before a blazing sun, shattered by the swirling aurora.

The sword aura pierced through unimpeded, splitting the sphere cleanly in two!

The split sphere’s energy spiraled out of control, exploding sideways and leveling several side halls at the courtyard’s edge, yet its core destructive force had been utterly neutralized by the sword aura.

The sword aura did not slow, driving forward with unwavering resolve straight toward Romanov’s third eye!

Romanov’s pupils shrank sharply; for the first time, terror etched across his face.

He had never imagined his full-power strike, weakened by the array and met by Li Chen’s bizarre sword, would be so utterly powerless!

He roared, retracting the giant bear’s spectral form and condensing it before him into a thick, dark golden shield, while simultaneously forming hand seals to erect layer upon layer of defensive light barriers.

“Puch!”

The moment the seven-colored sword aura made contact, those defensive barriers shattered like paper.

Then the sword aura slammed hard against the dark golden shield!

“Crack! Boom!”

The standoff lasted only an instant—the shield cracked across its entire surface, then exploded violently!

Romanov was struck as if by a colossal force, spewing a gout of blood, his body hurtling backward to crash against a massive imperial tomb stele behind him, cracking the unyielding stone.

The ancient giant bear’s spectral form behind him let out a final, resentful wail, dimming until it nearly dissolved.

Li Chen stood at the array’s core, the seven-colored aurora slowly receding around him, his gaze cold as he regarded the withering Romanov.

The combined array of five Saints, plus his own overwhelming power, had already secured victory.

This meticulously planned ambush had reached its final moment.

Watching the revered ancestor Romanov, whom he had regarded as nearly invincible, crushed and defeated by Li Chen’s earth-shattering sword, his aura dwindling like a candle in the wind, Ivan felt his vision darken, his chest sear with pain, and he spat a thick stream of crimson blood.

He struggled to his feet, his face stripped of all imperial dignity, now only a desperate plea, his voice hoarse: “Li Chen! No, Emperor Tiance! Stop! Let us talk! We surrender! Take all of Great Luo’s lands, wealth, and power—anything you want! Only spare our lives!”

Li Chen heard him, and a faint, cold smile curled his lips—devoid of warmth, only the calm of one gazing down upon ants. “Spare your lives?”

He shook his head slightly, his tone laced with faint mockery: “If I kill you, isn’t all this still mine? And cleaner. More thorough.”

At this pivotal moment deciding the empire’s fate, Li Chen’s will was as unyielding as ice forged over ten thousand years.

He had walked this path, climbing the throne atop countless enemies’ corpses; the number of powerful ones and warlords he had slain was incalculable.

He always acted after careful planning, determined to eradicate threats utterly—he could never allow Romanov and Ivan, such pivotal, influential figures of the fallen dynasty, to remain alive. That would be like planting two time bombs beneath his own bed.

Any mercy at this moment would be irresponsible toward his own hegemony and the future of Tiance.

The Saint Realm cultivators beside him, including Wan Feng True Person, showed no emotional reaction—they knew Li Chen was this kind of man.