Chapter 187

Because that was the power of the Master's Four Swords of Zhuxian.

As the Master's direct disciple, Duobao understood the Sword Dao, so naturally he had also participated in the Four Swords of Zhuxian and the Zhuxian Array Diagram.

But due to his strength, Duobao could only comprehend and absorb a tiny fraction of the sword Dao knowledge.

But regardless.

Even if Duobao's insight into the power of the Four Swords of Zhuxian was limited, he was still very familiar with the Four Swords of Zhuxian and the Zhuxian Array Diagram.

And remember this.

In the future Divine Label Calamity, Duobao was the one who wielded the Tongtian Jiaozhu's Zhuxian Array Diagram—this alone proves that in the future, Duobao had reached a certain level of insight into Sword Dao, or rather, the Zhuxian Array Diagram.

But now, during the Wu-Yao Calamity, Duobao's strength was only Jin Xian, even not yet reaching Taiyi Jin Xian.

This, of course, could not be compared at all with the future Duobao.

But Duobao must be very familiar with the aura of the Four Swords of Zhuxian.

From the faint aura emanating from Luo Fu, he sensed the power of the Four Swords of Zhuxian.

How could this be?

Could it be that the Four Swords of Zhuxian have now fallen into Luo Fu's hands, and he is about to use them?

The Four Swords of Zhuxian, in this world, were true supreme treasures—though not as potent as Primordial Supreme Treasures in suppressing destiny, their destructive power was no weaker than those supreme treasures.

Legend says.

The Four Swords of Zhuxian could not be broken except by the Four Holy Ones; back then, the Demon Patriarch Luo Hou used the Zhuxian Array to fight simultaneously against Ancestor Hongjun and other equally powerful Zhunsheng experts.

Of course, as for the legend, Duobao did not dwell on it.

But one thing was certain: the Four Swords of Zhuxian were indeed extremely powerful.

"Still," Duobao's eyes flickered, "even if the Four Swords of Zhuxian truly fell into Luo Fu's hands, Luo Fu's Mid Stage Jin Xian strength could not possibly activate them."

Some supreme treasures, if forcibly activated without reaching a certain level of strength, would inflict great harm upon the user.

In Duobao's view, Luo Fu lacked such strength.

For any other person, Duobao would not believe such a possibility existed.

But for his own junior brother, Duobao could not be entirely certain.

Because in previous battles, Luo Fu had shocked Duobao too many times, far too many.

Who could have imagined that not long ago, Luo Fu was merely a Xuan Xian, and his breakthrough to Jin Xian had taken only a few years?

This point.

The many disciples of Mount Kunlun had not yet truly come to terms with it.

They currently only believed that, as a Saint's direct disciple, Luo Fu's performance was indeed outstanding.

But Duobao remembered exactly how long Luo Fu had been cultivating.

"Luo Fu, even if the Four Swords of Zhuxian are in your hands, I will not yield," Duobao gritted his teeth, his gaze resolute.

The Tongtian Jiaozhu giving the Four Swords of Zhuxian to Luo Fu still left the eldest disciple Duobao with some resentment.

But in Duobao's heart, he had no jealousy.

Because Duobao was certain: his junior brother's talent surpassed his own.

Otherwise, how could he have risen from an ordinary Jin Xian to Mid Stage Jin Xian in such a short time? That was not the main point.

The main point was that in just a few years, he had achieved bodily cultivation of the Dao and even awakened a sword Dao power as terrifying as the one just now.

For Duobao himself, achieving these things would not be possible in just a few years.

So in some sense, Duobao also acknowledged Luo Fu.

"The Four Swords of Zhuxian…" Luo Fu's lips curled into a smile, "Senior Brother Duobao, I do not have the Master's Four Swords of Zhuxian—look closely at what I hold…"

As soon as he spoke.

Luo Fu's own sword Dao aura surged to its peak.

An unimaginably terrifying destructive force erupted as divine light, tearing apart everything around.

Faintly, four long swords began to materialize before Luo Fu, each radiating an aura familiar to Duobao.

They were the Zhuxian Sword, the Luxian Sword, the Juexian Sword, and the Xianxian Sword.

Seeing these four sword lights, Duobao's face tightened slightly.

Because he realized these were not the Four Swords of Zhuxian—these were merely Luo Fu's own power manifesting the Four Swords of Zhuxian.

Perhaps Luo Fu's manifested Four Swords of Zhuxian could not match the true ones.

But their essence still revealed a glimpse.

This was not merely simple imitation—it was transforming the power of the Four Swords of Zhuxian into his own.

Correct.

Just as Daoist Duobao had suspected.

Luo Fu did not possess the Four Swords of Zhuxian; the Four Swords of Zhuxian he displayed were created and formed by his own power.

This was Luo Fu's Third Form of the Tongtian Sword Dao.

"Tongtian Sword Dao, Zhuxian…"

Terrifying sword Dao laws erupted instantly from Luo Fu.

In the void, the four long swords wove together, containing an utterly terrifying destructive force.

Zhuxian, Zhuxian.

This strike carried the complete aura and power of annihilating all things, destroying all existence.

Compared to the previous two forms, it was entirely different.

The Blue Lotus held unceasing life force; the Wheel of Rebirth held the power of cyclical transformation.

But Zhuxian—was absolute annihilation of all.

"Boom—…"

The four long swords merged into one, instantly becoming an ocean of sword Dao.

The destructive aura surged toward Daoist Duobao's explosive power.

And Luo Fu unleashed this strike: Zhuxian.

The power, originally at the peak of Golden Immortal, broke through directly into the layer of Golden Immortal.

The aura it emitted was no less formidable than Daoist Duobao's power unleashed through the Ten Thousand Treasures Array.

At this moment.

Outside the arena, the many disciples of Mount Kunlun held their breath and watched.

The battle between Luo Fu and Daoist Duobao had reached an unimaginably terrifying level.

It had surpassed the rank of Golden Immortal.

At this moment, if any Golden Immortal layer Saint's direct disciple were to step forward, they would be utterly unable to withstand the power of either side.

"Luo Fu," Blasting Guang Chengzi's eyes carried a trace of humiliation.

He had been knocked unconscious moments earlier by Luo Fu's power, but soon woke after being healed by the Chan Sect's direct disciples.

After all, as Luo Fu had said, when his power consumed Guang Chengzi, he had held back his attack.

Otherwise, Guang Chengzi's injuries would not have been so light.

It would have taken little time to fully recover.

But even though Luo Fu held back, it still inflicted great humiliation upon Guang Chengzi.

After all, he had been defeated so publicly, before countless eyes.

Yet even as Guang Chengzi felt humiliation, he understood that Luo Fu defeating him was only natural.

The battle now between Luo Fu and Daoist Duobao had utterly exceeded his capacity to handle.

Whether it was Luo Fu or the past Daoist Duobao, he was vastly inferior to both.

Remember, he too was a Saint's direct disciple—and the foremost of the Twelve Golden Immortals.

If it had been any other of the Twelve Golden Immortals, even defeat would mean little.

But Guang Chengzi, in some sense, represented the face of his master, Master Yuanshi Tianzun.

Now that he had lost, it meant the Chan Sect's face had been lost as well.

Thinking of this, Guang Chengzi felt a slight unease in his heart.

After this contest, would his master punish him?

After all, the Golden Immortal contest had been a poor showing for the Chan Sect.

Not just him—even the other Chan Sect disciples had performed poorly in this battle.

Many had been defeated by Jie Sect disciples.