Chapter 440: All Together

The interior of the Nine Heavens Living Being is not a solid block; among the various races and sects there are also grudges and competition, but in the face of the Other Shore, a life‑and‑death foe, they have always been united like branches of the same tree, a consensus bought with countless drops of blood.

Lei Yuhuang's actions have already crossed the bottom line.

Many Nine Heavens Living Beings' gazes swept back and forth between Feng Caichen's calm visage and Lei Yuhuang's gloomy face, full of doubt and suspicion.

The majority of them do not know exactly what deep hatred exists between the Thunder Clan and Feng Caichen personally.

Nevertheless, this behavior alone is enough to place Lei Yuhuang on the opposite side of many Jiutian Camp living beings.

"Heh… hahahaha!"

Amid the shock, a cold laugh tinged with relish and mockery rang out.

In the distance, Xue Jianchen, who had been blasted away by Feng Caichen's sword and left breathless, had somehow struggled to steady himself; he wiped the blood from his mouth corner, his complexion pale, yet the venomous resentment and a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes were unmasked.

He looked at Lei Yuhuang, who was still staring dead‑stare at Feng Caichen, then glanced at the calmly‑faced Feng Caichen, and said in a bitter tone:

"How spectacular! I never expected that at the summit of the Ultimate Main Road we could witness such a fine performance! Feng Caichen, it seems you have more than just me, Xue Jianchen, wishing you dead! Even your own Nine Heavens brethren seem eager to crush you to dust! Hahahaha!"

Xue Jianchen's laugh was shrill and flamboyant, as if to expel all the pent‑up, suppressed energy that Feng Caichen had just crushed.

He delighted in seeing chaos within the Nine Heavens, which would undoubtedly lessen the pressure on the Other Shore side and might even become a chance to turn the tide of battle.

However, faced with Xue Jianchen's mockery, Feng Caichen seemed as if he hadn't heard a word.

His gaze, from the moment Lei Yuhuang appeared and launched a surprise attack, never left the opponent even for an instant.

Those eyes, usually clear and tranquil, reflecting the ultimate truth of sword Dao, now resembled ancient ice formed in a millennial cold pool—bone‑chilling, with a fierce killing intent!

This killing intent was not a wild outburst but restrained to the extreme, making the heart race, as if an invisible yet unmatched divine sword pressed against the throat.

He slowly lifted the seemingly ordinary Yangwu Sword in his hand; the tip first casually brushed Xue Jianchen, then steadied, pointing toward Lei Yuhuang's brow.

Feng Caichen spoke, his voice flat and emotionless, yet carrying an unambiguous, decisive tone of judgment.

"You, Xue Jianchen, your mere Sword Dao Single‑Polarity Realm, though decent, ends there; you are unworthy of my second sword."

The cold smile on Xue Jianchen's face froze instantly, a indescribable sense of humiliation gnawing his heart like a venomous snake.

He, Xue Jianchen, a leading young sword Dao figure of the Other Shore World, bearing the Blood Clan's ancient sword legacy, renowned on the Heavenly Ladder ranking, had never before been so contemptuously judged as unfit to draw a sword.

This was harder for him to accept than being killed!

His complexion shifted from white to blue to red, his chest heaved violently, the veins on the back of his hand gripping the re‑summoned blood‑colored long sword bulged, clearly enraged to the limit yet forced to suppress it by the shadow of his recent defeat, only managing a low, venom‑filled snort from deep in his throat.

Feng Caichen's gaze did not linger a half‑second on the trembling, angry Xue Jianchen, but fully locked onto Lei Yuhuang, the cold killing intent almost solidified:

"And you, Lei Yuhuang."

"In the past you fell beneath my sword, not long ago…"

"Today, with your blood, I shall cleanse my blade, the very wind of the Nine Heavens!"

"Both of you," Feng Caichen's long sword hummed, a pure, extreme sword intent that seemed capable of cutting all shackles and filth of the world rose skyward, enveloping Xue Jianchen and Lei Yuhuang simultaneously, "let's go together."

The words rang out, shaking the heavens like a stone‑splitting thunder!

Facing a Other Shore sword‑Dao Heavenly Pride of Xue Jianchen's caliber and the obviously erratic, murderous Lei Yuhuang, Feng Caichen not only showed no fear but intended to take on two opponents, his demeanor so natural it seemed merely a statement of an imminent fact!

"Young Master Feng… what a presence!"

"One versus two? The opponents are Xue Jianchen and Lei Yuhuang!"

"Isn't that too much to ask? Though Young Master Feng is strong, his recent clash with Xue Jianchen must have taken a toll, and Lei Yuhuang is still in his prime after a failed ambush…"

"Hehe, what's this? Lord Feng, like Lord Ye, is destined to be invincible on the Ultimate Main Road! Don't forget! He is also the Holy Son appointed by the Great Thousand Divine Universe!"

Among the Nine Heavens Living Beings, a chorus of sharp inhalations rose; some were blood‑pumped, admiring Feng Caichen's invincible aura, while others were anxious, deeming the move overly reckless.

Xue Jianchen, furious, trembled all over, yet clenched his teeth tightly, not springing up immediately.

He was not a mindless brute; the sword‑Dao cultivation Feng Caichen had just displayed was indeed superior to his, and alone he had little chance of winning.

Now, with Lei Yuhuang, who harbors bone‑deep hatred for Feng Caichen, as an accomplice, despite his dubious motives, this is a perfect chance to jointly slaughter Feng Caichen!

He suppressed his humiliation, converting the hatred into deeper killing intent; the blood‑colored long sword rose slowly, forming a subtle pincer with Lei Yuhuang.

And Lei Yuhuang, from his failed surprise appearance to now, has remained silent.

He simply stared fixedly at Feng Caichen, those eyes filled with raging purple Lei Dian, deep within not only boiling killing intent but also an indescribable swirl of chaos and aberration, as if something stirred inside him.

He ignored the surrounding Nine Heavens Living Beings' questions and confusion, Xue Jianchen's mockery, even Feng Caichen's verdict; all his attention seemed fixed on the single goal of killing Feng Caichen.

This silence was more unsettling than any frantic shouting.

"Kill!"

Without superfluous words, almost as Feng Caichen's words faded, Lei Yuhuang moved!

The purple Lei Dian swirling around him instantly transformed into a deeper, dark‑red patterned aberrant thunder light; his speed surged, and he became a dark‑red thunder spear tearing through Space, thrusting at Feng Caichen with a fury several times that of his earlier ambush.

Where the Lei Dian passed, Space emitted a sizzling corrosive sound, and a chaotic, brutal aura bearing Destruction spread.

Xue Jianchen struck almost at the same moment!

He knew this was the optimal moment, the only chance to wash away his humiliation.

He drove the remaining Divine Power and sword intent within him to the limit; the blood‑colored long sword traced a breathtakingly tragic crimson arc, not a frontal assault but a sly, serpentine strike toward Feng Caichen's flank and rear, coordinating with Lei Yuhuang's frontal onslaught to seal off most of Feng Caichen's evasion space!

The two masters, one frontal, one on the side, one bright, one dark; though their coordination was not seamless, their combined might was terrifying, instantly drowning Feng Caichen in raging Lei Dian and the tragic crimson sword light!

Feng Caichen's expression remained unchanged as his long sword gave a light flick.

"Sword Domain… Dustless."

A barely perceptible yet real transparent ripple radiated outward, centered on him.

Where the ripple passed, the raging dark‑red Lei Dian seemed to hit an invisible barrier, its speed dropping sharply, its power weakened and dispersed in layers.

The poisonous crimson sword light likewise seemed trapped in quicksand, its trajectory becoming sluggish and twisted.

Within the Dustless Sword Domain, Feng Caichen's figure became fleeting, as if merged with his sword.

He walked the mysterious footwork, leaping and shifting within a palm‑sized space; his long sword either tapped, thrust, sliced or brushed, each strike precisely hitting the nodes where Lei Dian and the crimson light's forces circulated, neutralizing the two onslaughts with minimal expenditure.

As expected, he intended to take on two, battling Lei Yuhuang and Xue Jianchen alone!

Just as Feng Caichen fought the two great foes alone, the peak duel between Ye Wuque and Ye Junlin reached its critical point, battles in other sections of the summit raged on, and the situation began to shift with new developments!