Chapter 441: The Terrifying Gui Qianmo

Imperial Dragon Splits Nine Heavens! Shatter!

Dragon Chant shakes the Nine Heavens!

Ao Tianyin's whole body radiated dazzling golden light, like a youthful Dragon Emperor revived; his fist imprint was mountain‑like, each punch unleashed the Golden Emperor Dragon Clan's unique domineering Dragon Might and pure power that could crush everything, clashing fiercely with Shi Litian's terrifying onslaught, which was shrouded in dense death aura and repeatedly manifested the Corpse Mountain Blood Sea anomalies.

Shi Litian's figure was gaunt, his complexion pale blue, like a corpse king crawling out of an ancient tomb, yet his movements were eerily swift; a pair of ghost claws swirled with corpse‑poison death aura that can corrode life and defile souls, the claw shadows dense, clashing hard against Ao Tianyin's Golden Dragon Fist, producing a harsh, metal‑on‑metal clang, with sparks and death aura flaring in all directions.

"Hehe, the flesh and blood of the Golden Emperor Dragon must be exquisitely delicious..." Shi Litian licked his lips, a sickly green light glinting in his eyes.

"You vile corpse demon, you even dare covet the true Dragon bloodline? Come die!" Ao Tianyin roared angrily, his assault intensifying; the two fought in an inseparable clash, waves of energy roiling, dragon shadows and corpse howls intertwining, each unable to gain the upper hand.

However, on another battlefield, the situation took a sudden turn for the worse!

"Nine-Leaf Sword Realm... Ten Thousand Swords return to the sect!"

Jian Wushuang let out a long howl; behind him, the phantom of the Nine-Ye Di Sword Vine radiated countless sword lights, each sword leaf like a peerless divine blade, spewing billions of unmatched sharp sword qi that formed a massive river of sword qi, surging grandly and sweeping toward Gui Qianmo!

This was his trump card, its power unparalleled, enough to slay the vast majority of opponents of the same rank.

Yet, faced with this terrifying river of sword qi, Gui Qianmo's face, shrouded in the shadows of his black robe, showed an even richer expression of contempt and cruelty.

"Petty tricks, you even dare to flaunt before the true self?"

He did not unleash any earth‑shattering divine technique; he simply lifted his pale, bloodless right hand slowly, spread his five fingers, and gently grasped the surging river of sword qi.

"Ghost domain... devour souls!"

In an instant, centered on Gui Qianmo, a gray, dead‑silent, eerie realm that seemed able to swallow all light and life suddenly expanded!

The massive, mountain‑splitting river of sword qi, the moment it surged into this gray ghost domain, slowed as if mud entering the sea, its brilliance dimming rapidly; the overwhelming sword intent and energy it contained were swiftly devoured and digested by the gray ghost domain in a bizarre manner!

"What?!" Jian Wushuang's pupils contracted sharply, a look of horror appearing on his face for the first time.

He felt his connection to the river of sword qi weakening rapidly, the gray ghost domain seeming alive, greedily sucking the power of his sword technique!

"Your sword intent, your vitality, everything... will become nourishment for my ghost domain! Keke..."

Gui Qianmo let out a bone‑chilling cackle; the gray ghost domain suddenly expanded outward like a massive gray bubble, instantly engulfing the unsuspecting Jian Wushuang.

Within the ghost domain, all sounds fell silent, only endless dead silence and cold.

Jian Wushuang only felt his surrounding spiritual energy stagnate instantly, his soul receiving stabbing pains and weakness, as if countless invisible evil spirits were gnawing at his vitality and will!

The Nine-Leaf Sword Realm he boasted of was, within this gray ghost domain, suppressed to a dim glow, its power reduced to less than one‑tenth!

"Imperial Sword Guard!" Jian Wushuang roared wildly, desperately driving his bloodline power; the phantom of the Nine-Ye Di Sword Vine contracted, forming a layer of sword‑light shield around him, striving to resist the ghost domain's erosion.

"Desperate resistance!" Gui Qianmo's figure flickered like a specter within the ghost domain, instantly appearing before Jian Wushuang; a ghost claw pierced the sword‑light shield and struck hard on his chest!

Pff—!

The protective sword‑light shattered; Jian Wushuang was hit as if by a heavy blow, blood spurted from his mouth, his chest caved in, countless bones snapped, his whole body flew out like a torn sack, crashing straight through the ghost domain's boundary, then slamming heavily onto distant mountain rocks, rolling far before finally coming to a stop.

He struggled to rise, but coughed up a few mouthfuls of fresh blood, his breath instantly withered to the extreme, his complexion as pale as paper, his eyes filled with shock, resentment, and a trace of deep despair!

Defeated!

He had been defeated so utterly!

Before Gui Qianmo's bizarre ghost domain, the sword path that had made his name seemed so powerless!

The opponent's techniques and divine arts seemed innately counter to him!

"No... impossible... my Nine-Ye Di Sword Vine Clan... how could..."

Jian Wushuang's voice was hoarse, filled with disbelief.

He was one of the pure‑blood Heavenly Pride cultivated by his clan, bearing the honor and expectations of the Nine-Ye Di Sword Vine Clan; having entered the Ultimate Main Road, he intended to make a name for himself and bring glory to his people, yet he never expected to suffer such a crushing defeat here, with his life hanging by a thread!

"Hehe… dying beneath my devouring‑soul ghost domain is a blessing bestowed upon you, a lowly Nine Heavens ant, cultivated over ten thousand lifetimes!"

Gui Qianmo calmly stepped out of the gradually fading gray ghost domain, looking at the collapsed Jian Wushuang on the ground, almost devoid of resistance, his eyes filled with cat‑like teasing and cruelty.

He slowly raised his hand, the gray death aura at his fingertips coalescing into a death finger that seemed capable of piercing the soul, about to press it against Jian Wushuang's brow!

"Sword brother!"

Not far away, Tun Qiangu, the Heavenly Pride of the Final Demon Bull Clan, who was entangled with several Other Shore monsters, saw this and let out a startled, angry roar!

He stood twelve chi tall, his muscles knotted like a dragon's, a pair of curved jet‑black ox horns atop his head swirling with a terror that could end all things; his eyes glowed crimson as he tried to break free from his opponent to rush to Jian Wushuang's aid.

However, the several Other Shore monsters besieging him had clearly prepared; seeing him distracted, their assault instantly grew even more ruthless, unleashing various poisonous divine techniques and trapping artifacts that held him fast, leaving him unable to escape!

Tun Qiangu roared repeatedly, the Magic Ox's phantom towering as if touching the heavens, smashing through barrier after barrier of divine techniques, yet he could not break the encirclement for the moment, forced to watch helplessly as Gui Qianmo's death finger prepared to fall!

The situation was on the brink of disaster!

Gui Qianmo's cruel smile widened, the death finger bearing a chilling cold that could freeze souls, now only three feet away from Jian Wushuang's brow!