Chapter 628

Be swift, be ruthless, strike with thunderous force to kill Tang Xuanzang, give him no chance to catch his breath.

The Supreme Elder of the Void Refinement stage from the Holding Heaven Sword Sect will surely intervene, but the Supreme Elders of other sects will also block the Holding Heaven Sword Sect.

There is only one chance.

The best method, of course, is for Ten Thousand Swords Valley to slay Tang Xuanzang with the Divine Eagle Sword—this is the top choice.

The Divine Sword cultivator at the Spirit Transformation stage from Ten Thousand Swords Valley instantly became the hope of "the entire village."

Ten Thousand Swords Valley itself is also torn.

Each sect sends seven Spirit Transformation sword cultivators; exactly which seven are not predetermined but can be adjusted at any time.

No one can determine whether Tang Xuanzang will actually appear, or when he will take the stage.

Under these circumstances, Ten Thousand Swords Valley cannot possibly hold the Divine Eagle Sword and wait like a hunter for Tang Xuanzang to appear—what if he endures and does not come out?

Then wouldn't Ten Thousand Swords Valley be wasting their efforts?

The Divine Eagle Sword also cannot wait until the last moment to appear—though that would indeed secure first place, before that, Ten Thousand Swords Valley must still try to compress the victories of other sects as much as possible.

Only then can they maximize the possibility of achieving a top-three result in this duel.

It is impossible to simply go out to fight for Tang Xuanzang alone.

Unless an agreement is reached with other sects, with the other sects yielding benefits to Ten Thousand Swords Valley.

But they also cannot possibly discuss this openly; everyone merely shares an unspoken understanding, and the specifics depend entirely on "self-awareness."

It is impossible, and cannot be achieved, to devise a plan that satisfies everyone while also eliminating Tang Xuanzang.

Besides the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, which is single-mindedly determined to "beat Tang Xuanzang to death," the other sects are also engaged in various schemes and intrigues.

How could Ten Thousand Swords Valley possibly sacrifice its own interests to kill Tang Xuanzang?

But if they do not kill him, once the Holding Heaven Sword Sect grows stronger, the first to suffer may well be Ten Thousand Swords Valley.

Ten Thousand Swords Valley has repeatedly placed last in the Seven Sects Grand Competition, and in all aspects has been suppressed; its strength is indeed the weakest among the seven sects.

There is no more suitable target to strike first.

Even before the Spirit Transformation Sword Cultivator Grand Competition truly begins, many sword cultivators can already be seen lost in various thoughts.

Slightly later than the scheduled time, the sword cultivators of the Listening Rain Sword Pavilion flew out, hovering above the Blue Lake, awaiting the challenger's appearance.

If no one challenges, then the second-ranked Holding Heaven Sword Sect must send out one person.

Following the order of the sects' previous rankings in sequence.

Normally, such a situation with no challengers rarely occurs, because the Shu Mountain Sword Sect is present.

The Shu Mountain sword cultivators have never disappointed in terms of combat initiative.

But this time, the Shu Mountain Sword Sect has unusually held back, not jumping out immediately.

The scene fell silent.

Outside the Blue Lake, some sword cultivators wondered: "Why is no one stepping onto the stage? Is this Divine Transformation True Monarch that strong?"

Only the strong can awe the entire assembly.

"No, I fear it's because of that Tang Xuanzang." A sword cultivator murmured softly, getting straight to the point.

"Are you sure you want to go up?" On the sword peak of the Holding Heaven Sword Sect, Lei Zhengyang looked at Tang Luo.

The several Spirit Transformation elders beside him also wore expressions of dissuasion.

The six sects are eyeing you like tigers eyeing prey—don't go up and throw yourself away.

"Rest assured, these people are not my match." Tang Luo remained as confident as ever.

"If Lie Yangzi brings the Divine Eagle Sword onto the stage, do not be reckless—admit defeat immediately." Lei Zhengyang earnestly cautioned.

Lie Yangzi is the strongest Spirit Transformation sword cultivator of Ten Thousand Swords Valley, and he and the Divine Eagle Sword are Ten Thousand Swords Valley's strongest sword in this Grand Competition.

Tang Luo nodded, unsure whether he had truly heard Lei Zhengyang's words, and flew to hover above the Blue Lake.

The Spirit Transformation sword cultivator of the Listening Rain Sword Pavilion clasped his hands: "Listening Rain Sword Pavilion, Yun Cong, please advise."

"Holding Heaven Sword Sect, Tang Xuanzang……" Tang Luo did not look toward that Yun Cong, but instead gazed at the sword peaks of the six sects, his eyes sweeping over them: "You all come up together—I'm in a hurry."

"……"

"Pa!"

Lei Zhengyang fiercely slapped his own forehead, covering half his face, unable to look directly.

Didn't we agree to be careful!

Tell everyone to come up together? You're in a hurry—what hurry are you in!

"What do you mean by this?" Yun Cong exploded in anger.

"Six sects, seven Spirit Transformation sword cultivators, forty-two individuals—fighting them one by one would take too much time." Tang Luo explained seriously, "If everyone comes up together, we can save time."

"Ha!"

Yun Cong genuinely laughed in anger at Tang Luo, wondering what he meant by that—was he referring to this?

"Survive my hand first, then talk big!"

Yun Cong waved the sword in his hand; that seemingly ordinary sword vanished from sight as he moved.

The place where the two stood was instantly enveloped in a expanse of white cloud mist.

That seemingly gentle cloud mist was entirely composed of incredibly sharp sword elements.

This is Yun Cong's Cloud Mist Sword Domain.

In the previous Grand Competition, he defeated five Spirit Transformation sword cultivators in succession, and up to now, no one has escaped from his Cloud Mist Sword Domain.

In the end, it was Yun Cong who exhausted his strength and actively admitted defeat.

The cloud mist kept rolling, making it difficult for even most Spirit Transformation sword cultivators to see clearly what was happening inside.

Only a few Spirit Transformation sword cultivators could vaguely make out two blurred figures.

"Is he really at the early stage of Incarnation?"

Strolling leisurely through the sword domain like this is absolutely not something an ordinary Divine Transformation sword cultivator would do.

The Void Refining Grand Elders, who originally didn't care much about the Grand Competition, finally turned their gaze to the arena at this moment.

The Cloud Mist Sword Domain had no effect whatsoever on Tang Luo.

Yun Cong's face turned grim, and that mass of white cloud sea churned more violently, like a truly roaring ocean.

The clouds and mist around Tang Luo condensed into countless swords, stabbing toward him.

Yet they stopped less than ten centimeters from Tang Luo's body, then shattered one after another.

"I already said let you all come at me together," Tang Luo said, swinging his hand fiercely, the Mystic Transformation in his hand turning into a hammer, which he threw out.

The Mystic Transformation Hammer spun around him, forming a black whirlwind that shattered and crushed all the surrounding clouds and mist!

Yun Cong only managed to retrieve part of it in time; his natal flying sword was severely damaged, and he himself suffered grave injuries.

Falling toward the Blue Lake Small Island beneath his feet.

Tang Luo didn't even bother with the injured, unconscious Yun Cong; the black whirlwind howled, surging toward the sword peaks of the six great sects, like a roaring black dragon.

He actually intended to single-handedly drag all six sects' Divine Transformation sword cultivators onto the "battlefield."

Having said let them come together, he would come together—absolutely no going back on his word.

"Don't, calm down a bit!" Lei Zhengyang shouted loudly.

This is too reckless.

On the sword peak, there are not only Divine Transformation sword cultivators, but also Void Refining sword cultivators.

As long as any one of the Void Refining sword cultivators gets ruthless, seizing this opportunity, it would be enough to kill Tang Xuanzang.

The Void Refining sword cultivator of the Qing Tian Sword Sect had already risen, preparing to strike.

At this moment, a sword light tore through the long sky, flying toward the Blue Lake Sword Peak.

The trembling sword essence, carrying terrifying power, was enough to prove that the sudden appearance was an absolute powerhouse.

Not a Divine Transformation sword cultivator—this pressure in that instant was clearly that of a Void Refining sword cultivator!

But just like a meteor's light bursting forth in an instant, the sword light flying to the Blue Lake Sword Peak simultaneously began to rapidly decline.

Tang Luo narrowed his eyes, recalling the Mystic Transformation Hammer.

The roaring black dragon vanished, and that nearly dissipated sword light landed on the sword peak of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.

An old man with white hair and a withered appearance appeared.

"Third Elder!"

Not only the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, but the other sects as well were in an uproar.

Why would the Void Refining Grand Elder of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect suddenly appear? And in such a state.

"The sect has suffered losses, Feng Xian is dead, Yue Wushuang is severely wounded!"

That Void Refining sword cultivator only managed to utter one sentence before his breath completely vanished, his entire body, along with his clothes, turning into dust.

In the entire cultivation world, counting both open and hidden, there would not exceed thirty Void Refining sword cultivators—suddenly appearing, and completely unexpectedly, dying on the spot.

The outstretched hand of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect's Void Refining sword cultivator grasped at nothing.

"What's going on!"

"What does this mean!"

Not only the sword peak, but even the area near Blue Lake became extremely noisy.

Everyone heard the words of the Void Refining sword cultivator.

"Feng Xian Zhenren is dead?! God Monarch Yue Wushuang severely wounded?!"

Could it be that the Qing Tian Sword Sect and the Shu Mountain Sword Sect have launched a full-scale war? This is too sudden!

The Void Refining sword cultivator of the Qing Tian Sword Sect flicked his wide sleeve, sword light flashing, instantly enveloping the seven peaks and isolating them from the outside world.

The sharp sword essence turned into sword light, slowly spreading outward.

Outside, a group of sword cultivators hurriedly retreated—this is clearing the field, something major has happened!

The sword cultivators of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect all looked toward the Qing Tian Sword Sect, as did the other sects.

"This matter is suspicious," said the Void Refining Elder of the Qing Tian Sword Sect, "Go to the Shu Mountain Sword Sect!"

"Alright." The Shu Mountain Void Refining cultivator certainly would not draw his sword in anger just because of the words "the sect has suffered losses, Feng Xian is dead, Yue Wushuang is severely wounded."

As the Qing Tian Sword Sect's Void Refining cultivator said, things carry a strange air.

How could Yue Wushuang be connected to the Shu Mountain Sword Sect's losses and the death of Feng Xian Zhenren?

If it were truly Yue Wushuang wanting to provoke a great war in the cultivation world, taking advantage of the Seven Sects Grand Competition to sneak attack the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.

The news brought back should have been "Yue Wushuang killed Feng Xian" instead.

In that case, the Shu Mountain Sword Sect cultivators would certainly have immediately engaged in a death feud with the Qing Tian Sword Sect.

Now, at least the Void Refining sword cultivators can maintain a bit of composure—as long as he stays calm, that will suffice.

The seven great sects immediately packed up camp, preparing to head to the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.

Suddenly, violent, destructive power erupted on the three sword peaks of the Listening Rain Sword Pavilion, the Hidden Sword Mountain Villa, and the Kunlun Sword Pool.

"For a swordless world!"

The booming roar could not suppress the howling sound rushing toward the clouds.

Two Nascent Souls, one Divine Transformation—at this very instant, they completely transformed their entire cultivation into bursting "fireworks."

Even the Void Refining sword cultivators who had gathered from the seven sects and were in the middle of speaking had no time to react.

The three sword peaks that had stood for thousands of years completely shattered and collapsed, rubble smashing into Blue Lake, triggering towering waves.

Three sects' disciples—thirty percent injured, the remaining seventy percent all perished body and dao!

"Not sword cultivators!"

"Those stinking bugs in the drain!"

That cry of "For a world without swords" had already revealed those people's true identity.

Non-sword cultivators!

This group, already vanished without a trace in the hearts of many sword cultivators, suddenly made their voices heard in such a manner.

Violent and mad!

At the same time, it ignited the fury in the hearts of numerous sword cultivators.

The Shushan Sword Sect's Void Refining sword cultivator, disregarding everything else, flashed with sword light and was already a streak of sword light in the sky thousands of li away that had yet to dissipate.

The remaining Shushan sword cultivators immediately followed.

However, this time, they did not form the original giant sword again.

Who could judge that those three dead non-sword cultivators just now were the entirety of the non-sword cultivators on the field?