Chapter 3438: Jun Wen Tian and the Magic Sword King Exchange Moves, the World Shatters, the Plan is Exposed

The unimaginable sword technique left Zhao Beixuan completely stunned.

In that instant, he thought, could it be that the Sword Clan's supreme Sword Emperor had emerged from seclusion and discovered them?

This vast river of swords, its sword intent boundless, overwhelmed the Milky Way.

Zhao Beixuan never imagined which supreme Sword Emperor had made a move.

And seeing this, the Magic Sword King seemed to recall some unbearable memory.

He roared in fury.

"It's you, Wen Tian!"

The Magic Sword King's tone carried fury and resentment!

As the Dark Realm Demon King, and moreover a Demon King who specialized in the Sword Dao.

Upon descending into the vast starry void, he swept across all Sword Emperors, victorious everywhere, his demonic might towering to the heavens.

Wherever his demonic blade passed, all Sword Emperors were defeated and retreated.

And who would have thought.

That just as the Magic Sword King wielded the Blood-Cleaving Heaven Sword, sweeping across the vast Sword Dao.

That figure descended.

It can be said, countless ages have passed.

Even now, when the Magic Sword King recalls that scene, it remains vivid in his mind.

The Sword God Wen Tian descended before him, saying only one sentence to him.

"Today, I grant you a defeat!"

It can be said, the Magic Sword King considered himself already arrogant enough.

This was the first time he had seen someone even more arrogant than himself.

However, the result need not be elaborated.

It can be said, if Wen Tian had not intervened.

With the Magic Sword King's strength, he would certainly not have had his physical body destroyed and been suppressed in the Demon-Subduing Sword Valley for countless ages.

In other words, the Magic Sword King's current fate is almost entirely due to Wen Tian.

And over countless ages, boundless hatred and resentment accumulated.

The Magic Sword King has always been thinking, how to take revenge, to retaliate against Wen Tian.

Now, he has finally broken the seal and regained freedom.

And thus encountered his fated enemy.

With the Magic Sword King's cultivation, he naturally could also sense it.

Although this is Wen Tian's sword technique, it is not his true self executing it.

At most, it is merely a method he left behind.

"Wen Tian, do you truly think this king fears you!"

The Magic Sword King's demonic voice carried boundless hatred.

His demonic might towered to the heavens, and he likewise thrust out his hand.

In the next moment, Zhao Beixuan's mind and spirit shuddered.

Within him, that sword embryo infused with his Primordial Spirit's power, namely the Blood-Cleaving Heaven Sword.

In an instant, it tore through the void and fell into the Magic Sword King's hand.

In a flash, the Blood-Cleaving Heaven Sword erupted with a terrifying sword aura sweeping heaven and earth, the vast expanse, the sword's cry ringing clear.

Falling into the true master's hand, the Blood-Cleaving Heaven Sword seemed to fully recover, bursting forth with towering crimson sword aura.

"Destroy the Demon Dao, Slay the Demon Multitude!"

The Magic Sword King wielded the Blood-Cleaving Heaven Sword, sweeping with one sword!

Ten thousand zhang of crimson sword light extended outward, instantly stretching to the infinite distance.

Heaven and earth shattered, sun and moon lost their light!

All undulating mountain ranges, continents, and stars in the sky were utterly pulverized.

The entire sealed world was actually cleaved in two by the Magic Sword King's single sword!

Endless spatial turbulence surged, chaotic qi permeated, and the world's origin scattered apart.

One sword!

Merely just one sword, and thus one great world was utterly destroyed.

Know that the Magic Sword King had only just broken the seal, and moreover was in a Primordial Spirit state, and far from able to compare with his peak.

And even so, the Magic Sword King wielding the Blood-Cleaving Heaven Sword.

With one sword drawn, he easily caused the entire world to collapse and crumble.

Thus it is evident, the Dark Realm Demon King possesses what terrifying power and might.

And as a sword cultivator, the Magic Sword King's combat power, even among the Seventy-Two Demon Kings, is exceptionally outstanding.

At the very moment the Magic Sword King cleaved the world.

On the Sword Emperor Mountain side.

All sword cultivators then felt something.

They all saw that figure appearing in the universe, the terrifying crimson sword light that had destroyed the world.

"Not good, it's the Demon-Subduing Sword Valley!"

"The Magic Sword King has actually broken the seal!"

Numerous Sword Clan elders were greatly startled, completely unprepared to witness this scene.

If not for Jun Wentiantian drawing this sword.

They probably would not notice it for a while longer.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on it.

The sword move belonging to Jun Wentiantian, sweeping across the cosmos and realms.

And the terrifying sword move unleashed by the Blood Demon King, wielding the Blood Azure Sky.

They collided together.

After an extremely brief moment of deathly silence.

A sound like heaven and earth being split apart suddenly exploded, echoing throughout all realms of the universe.

The vast sword qi waves turned into a flood, sweeping in all directions.

Countless people watched this scene, their hearts shaken.

It seemed as if they saw the ancient Sword God Jun Wentiantian battling the Blood Demon King of the Dark Realm in a tumultuous great battle.

Innumerable stars turned into cosmic dust in an instant.

The world sealing the Blood Demon King was completely shattered, reduced to ashes and smoke.

And amidst this terrifying collision.

A demonic howl and roar echoed out.

That was the Blood Demon King, his form rippling with waves, his Primordial Spirit becoming even more illusory.

Though the sword drawn by Jun Wentiantian was merely the condensed sword essence left behind on Sword Emperor Mountain.

But the Blood Demon King was also far from his peak, having just broken the seal, with no time to recover or recuperate, and he was still a Primordial Spirit body.

In this collision.

The Blood Demon King suffered further injury.

Had he not been the Demon King of the Dark Realm, possessing a certain degree of "immortality" attribute.

The Blood Demon King's situation would have been even worse.

"Damn it, Jun Wentiantian, this grudge, I, the King, have remembered it!"

The Blood Demon King's voice carried fury.

Who would have thought that even without Jun Wentiantian present.

The sword essence he left behind still wounded the Blood Demon King.

Moreover, it exposed their plan prematurely, greatly increasing the risk and trouble.

It can be said that the Blood Demon King truly hates Jun Wentiantian to the core.

And Zhao Beixuan, seeing this, also had his pupils tremble.

Originally, he thought that with the Blood Demon King breaking the seal, he too would soar.

But now, he hasn't even taken off, while the Blood Demon King has already fallen halfway.

And he also heard that name from the Blood Demon King's mouth.

Jun Wentiantian!

"Jun Wentiantian, Jun Xiaoyao..." Zhao Beixuan murmured in a daze.

He naturally thought of it—these two are of the same family.

Jun Xiaoyao has brought him an unprecedented shadow.

And after great effort, he unsealed the Blood Demon King.

But the result is that Jun Wentiantian again wounded the Blood Demon King, weakening his hope.

Jun Wentiantian, Blood Demon King.

Jun Xiaoyao, Zhao Beixuan.

This seems like some kind of fate.

He is destined to be completely suppressed by Jun Xiaoyao, never able to rise again.

In Zhao Beixuan's body, a whisper of the Blood Demon King's demon soul sounded.

"Leave!"

Now that it's exposed and he's injured, the Blood Demon King naturally cannot stay here any longer.

"Blood Demon King, my lord, we will hold the rear for you!"

A strong cultivator of the Jie Organization shouted.

The Blood Demon King's form floated and sank in the undying substance, transforming into a blood light that tore through the void and departed.

Zhao Beixuan gritted his teeth and also flashed away.

On this side of Sword Emperor Mountain.

Many sword cultivators were still immersed in Jun Wentiantian's powerful and peerless sword strike.

A sword clan elder reacted, shouting loudly: "Quickly pursue, do not let the Blood Demon King escape!"

In the deep rear mountains, there was also a powerful aura rising and soaring into the void, heading toward the Snow Moon Ancient Realm.

Even deeper, there was the aura of a supreme Sword Emperor who had been in seclusion for countless ages, rumbling as if about to emerge from seclusion.

However, separated by endless distance, it seemed as if some aura had locked onto and enveloped a supreme Sword Emperor.

"Heh, within the Jie Organization, there are indeed hidden tigers and dragons..." a Sword Emperor smiled coldly.

But compared to the former Blood Demon King.

The current Blood Demon King, at least for a period of time, will find it difficult to recover, let alone cause any major destruction.

The strong cultivators of the sword clan fled in droves toward the Snow Moon Ancient Realm.

Jun Xiaoyao, on the contrary, showed no urgency at all; even if he learned of the Blood Demon King's seal breaking, he would not rush.

Even put another way, this is exactly the scene he wanted to see.

After all, if the Demon Sword King had remained sealed in the Demon-Suppressing Sword Valley, it would have been rather difficult to get a hold on him, making it hard for him to take action to seal him.

Zhao Beixuan, on the other hand, had unknowingly done him an important favor.