Chapter 4304: The Fifth Imperial Prince's Shock, Mo Qingyun's True Power

The black-clad figure spoke with an utter chill.

"Kill me?"

The Fifth Imperial Prince heard this, first stunned, then couldn't help but laugh.

Is this person serious?

Didn't he see how many followers he had around him, and even a guardian of the Dao?

Plus, with the Shattered Void Realm, there are formations laid by the Myriad Ancient Sword Realm over there.

It's also impossible for the utmost top-tier powerhouse to appear.

So he thought, this black-clad person, his brain is addled.

"Impudent, dare to be rude to His Highness!"

Beside the Fifth Imperial Prince, a follower shouted coldly.

However, seeing this, the black-clad figure merely swept out a horizontal slash!

The fierce sword light instantly pierced the void!

Pfft!

Basically, there was hardly any time to react.

That person's head was directly sent flying into the air, blood spurting, his Primordial Spirit crushed in an instant.

"What!"

This scene shocked the Fifth Imperial Prince and the others.

This follower was also a rare sword Dao powerhouse of the Sword Dynasty.

He was actually killed in one move.

"You impudent whelp!"

Beside him, as the middle-aged man in battle armor let out a cold shout, a black broadsword rose into the air behind him.

Carrying an aura of immense power that could suppress ten thousand jun.

He is a general of the Sword Dynasty, his cultivation extraordinary, and also the Fifth Imperial Prince's guardian of the Dao.

Boom!

The middle-aged man wielded the black broadsword, sweeping it horizontally.

The surrounding endless star corpses instantly turned to dust.

This sword strike carried the power to crush all things.

"Hmph... ignorant of life and death."

Seeing this, the Fifth Imperial Prince curled the corner of his mouth in a disdainful sneer.

But the next moment, the smile on his lips suddenly froze.

Only to see that the black-clad figure had a vast sword intent surging out from his body, as if transformed into myriad strands of divine radiance.

Strangely, these sword intents were extremely intricate, as if blended from many sword intents.

The black-clad figure raised his hand, drawing a black sword light that flowed at his fingertips, icy cold like eternal night.

That sword light trembled slightly, and behold, the black broadsword slashed by the middle-aged man shuddered instantly.

Then it actually flew out of control, slipping from his grasp!

"How could this be!"

This sudden scene left the middle-aged man extremely startled.

This is the sword forged from his natal true blood, long since become as one with his body.

It's fundamentally impossible for this to happen.

And what shocked him even more was.

That sword, upon falling into the black-clad person's side, was directly swallowed by that black sword light.

The next moment, the black-clad person's body trembled slightly.

A cold voice came: "Not bad."

"What on earth are you!"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Because that sword was forged from his natal essence blood, his natal imperial armament.

After being refined and absorbed, he naturally would also suffer severe backlash.

Boom!

The black-clad person struck again, sweeping out a horizontal slash!

In that instant, the heavens collapsed, sword qi converged into a black vortex, erupting violently outward!

Within that vortex, endless sword shadows surged, like tens of millions of divine swords forged in sacrifice, flowing and cutting.

The void was instantly torn to shreds, full of holes.

Pfft!

The middle-aged man roared in anger as he struck out, his aura bursting to the extreme.

But what shocked his mind and spirit was.

His various sword Dao divine abilities and techniques, when used against that black-clad person.

All seemed to be weakened by more than thirty percent invisibly.

As if he were naturally restrained against sword cultivators.

And under these circumstances.

The middle-aged man was swallowed by the black sword qi vortex, not even having time to let out a miserable cry before his body and spirit were annihilated.

Seeing this scene, the Imperial Prince and his entourage felt their throats constrict as if blocked, their hearts sinking to the bottom of a valley.

Whoosh!

Without a word, the Imperial Prince turned, unleashed a God-Stepping Talisman, and his form became a streak of light fleeing into the void.

The others likewise scattered in panic.

The black-clad figure let out a cold laugh.

His form became an afterimage as he pursued.

Unleashing various techniques, the sword dynasty experts and monsters accompanying him were cut down one by one.

In the end, only the Imperial Prince remained.

The black-clad figure seemed to deliberately wish to savor the Imperial Prince's frantic, disheveled flight.

Like a cat toying with a mouse, he followed closely behind.

Seeing his attendants utterly slaughtered, the Imperial Prince was terrified to the point his very soul seemed to leap from his body.

He could not fathom when, in the Myriad Ancient Sword Realm, such a strange and powerful figure had appeared.

No……

If the Myriad Ancient Sword Realm truly possessed such a monstrous figure,

then he ought to have received word of it long ago.

The Imperial Prince suddenly recalled some recent news.

He brought with him an untrustworthy channel.

"Could you be, that mysterious black-clad figure who has slain countless sword cultivators of the Myriad Ancient Sword Realm!"

"It seems you are not utterly stupid." The black-clad figure let out a mocking laugh.

Upon hearing this voice, the Imperial Prince's fleeing steps froze in shock.

Because this voice, he was not unfamiliar with.

He suddenly turned his head, his gaze locked firmly upon the black-clad figure.

"This voice……How could it be?!"

The black-clad figure also halted in midair, slowly lowering the hood from his face.

"Mo Qingyun!"

The Imperial Prince cried out in shock.

It can be said that even the fear of death would not be enough to make him recoil to this extent!

"How is this possible? What in the world is happening? How could you……?!"

The Imperial Prince's heart churned with towering waves of horror.

Although during the Holy Sacrifice Sword Canon, Mo Qingyun's performance had already shocked him to the extreme.

Yet now, Mo Qingyun's power, together with those strange methods,

were far more terrifying than his display during the Holy Sacrifice Sword Canon!

Could this be his true strength?

Gazing upon this face of shock and horror on the Imperial Prince.

Mo Qingyun's face bore an expression of utter coldness.

"At last I have seized the opportunity to deal with you."

"If not for you, I would not have come into conflict with Jun Xiaoyao."

"In my eyes, you are nothing but an ant that can be crushed at will."

"Yet you dare to provoke me repeatedly."

"Today, I will let you taste the most painful way to die."

"No, Mo Qingyun, you have gone mad—I am a prince of the Sword Dynasty, yet you dare to strike me!"

The Imperial Prince roared, both shocked and enraged.

"Hmph, Sword Dynasty?"

"When I truly complete my divine art and obtain the opportunity, the entire Sword Dynasty will be nothing more than a thought away from me." Mo Qingyun's expression was icy cold.

The Imperial Prince's face was extremely horrified.

He even wondered if Mo Qingyun had been possessed?

Completely unlike his former self.

He again tried to flee, unleashing various protective treasures.

Yet in Mo Qingyun's hands, they were all useless.

Finally, Mo Qingyun raised his hand and once again unleashed that pitch-black sword qi vortex.

The Imperial Prince was drawn into the sword qi vortex.

He was directly torn apart by thousands of blades, even his Primordial Spirit suffering the same fate.

It is evident how much Mo Qingyun despised this troublesome Imperial Prince.

In the end, the Imperial Prince met his demise in the most painful manner.

After thoroughly refining him, Mo Qingyun coldly snorted.

"Indeed, a cultivation waste, providing little essence."

Speaking of this, Mo Qingyun again thought of Ye Guchen.

His sword way and sword intent, for Mo Qingyun who cultivates the Sword-Eating Body, hold immense allure.

If Ye Guchen were refined, the effect should be quite good.

"Having dealt with this waste, the next is that Ye Guchen."