Chapter 446: Consecutive Slashes

At the summit of Tongtian Peak, as Ye Wuque subdued Ye Junlin, flicked Xu Tianhuang aside with a backhand, and sat cross‑legged to treat his wounds, the earth‑shaking main battlefield fell silent for the time being.

However, the clashes on the other battlefields suddenly surged to a climax at this moment and swiftly headed toward their end!

The most eye‑catching, without doubt, was the battlefield involving Feng Caichen, Xue Jianchen, and Lei Yuhuang.

"Lei Yuhuang! Stop holding back! If we join forces, there is still a sliver of hope!"

Xue Jianchen's voice was hoarse; his hair was disheveled, and several deep, bone‑visible sword wounds marred his body—injuries inflicted by the ever‑present sword qi of Feng Caichen's Dustless Sword Domain.

In his heart, resentment and fear intertwined; he had never imagined being forced into such a position, allying with a Nine Heavens Living Being, yet still being tightly suppressed by Feng Caichen with a single sword.

But he knew even more clearly that if he did not fight desperately now, there would likely be no chance left!

Lei Yuhuang remained silent, but the madness and chaos in his eyes—filled with a sinister dark‑red thunder—grew ever more intense.

The thunder surrounding him had fully transformed into a filthy, brutal dark‑red, its aura stronger than before yet far more unstable, as if it could explode out of control at any moment.

He heard Xue Jianchen's howl, felt the cold despair emanating from the distant fall of Ye Junlin, and… the fleeting yet soul‑shaking glance from Ye Wuque's direction.

Run!

Must run!

The thought gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.

But he also knew that Feng Caichen's sword had already sealed off all his avenues of retreat!

Only a death‑defying gamble might still find a sliver of hope!

"Blood Shadow… Sacrificial Sword!"

A flash of ruthless determination crossed Xue Jianchen's eyes; he snapped his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood infused with his life essence onto the blood‑colored longsword in his hand!

The longsword hummed, dark blood surged, the blade seemed to come alive, exuding a tragic, sacrificial horror aura!

This was a forbidden technique of the Blood Clan's sword‑path secret transmission, sacrificing his own vital blood and a portion of his cultivation to gain a brief, ultimate killing power; the cost was huge, but the might was terrifying!

"Nine Nether… Blood River Burying Heaven!"

Xue Jianchen gripped his sword with both hands, pouring his lifelong sword intent, sacrificial power, boundless hatred and fear toward Feng Caichen, and a towering, invincible sword‑path Extreme Realm force into it, then slashed a single sword at Feng Caichen!

In an instant, a terrifying blood‑colored sword river, as if forged from the endless Blood Sea and the Nine Nether's dark river, surged forth; within the sword river, countless snarling blood shadows and ghosts rose and roared, emitting a dreadful aura that seemed to doom heaven and earth and corrupt all paths.

This was Xue Jianchen's strongest sword in his life, and also his final struggle!

Almost simultaneously, Lei Yuhuang let out a beast‑like roar: "Profound Yin… Jiemie Thunder Explosion!"

He no longer cared about his body's limits, wildly compressing all the thunder energy corrupted and mutated by Ominous Power within his palms, condensing it into a terrifying Thunderball no larger than a fist, its surface a bizarre interweave of purple‑black and dark‑red, riddled with twisted cracks.

As soon as the Thunderball formed, the surrounding Void spontaneously collapsed and vanished, exuding a Jiemie aura that could destroy everything.

He hurled the Thunderball at Feng Caichen, and using the recoil, fled wildly toward the outer battlefield without looking back!

It was a scheme to force Xue Jianchen into a head‑on clash while he seized the chance to escape!

Facing this ambush from front and rear, a life‑or‑death duel of light and darkness, Feng Caichen's ever‑calm eyes finally rippled with a faint wave.

It was not fear, but a kind of… indifference that finally allowed him to be a little more serious.

"A sword isn't meant to be used that way."

He spoke softly, and the seemingly ordinary longsword in his hand suddenly emitted a clear, dragon‑chant‑like sword sound as his words fell.

On the blade, countless ultra‑fine sword patterns lit up in succession, as if a dormant ancient sword soul were awakening.

Feng Caichen did not perform any elaborate sword techniques, nor did he move his feet.

He simply lifted the longsword from below upward in a slanted slash.

The motion was simple, direct, like a beginner practicing a basic sword form.

Yet, in that very slash—

The heavens and earth lost their hue, all sounds fell silent!

A sword light indescribable by any color burst from his blade tip!

At first the light was as fine as a filament, but in an instant it filled heaven and earth, like the first ray at the birth of the world—pure, ultimate, unstoppable!

It bore no trace of mundane fire, yet it contained the supreme sword‑path truth that severs causality, shatters all laws, and reaches the Primordial directly!

Snick—!

The terrifying Nine Nether Blood River Burying Heaven sword light, which had gathered all of Xue Jianchen's essence and even sacrificed part of the Primordial, was sliced and torn like butter under a scorching blade before the pure sword light, silently and without a sound!

The endless blood shadows and ghosts in the Blood River could not even utter a wail before they evaporated and were purified by the sword light!

The sword light, undiminished, brushed lightly over his neck in the reflection of Xue Jianchen's eyes, which were widened to the limit and filled with endless horror.

Puff.

A head, bearing shock, fear and unwillingness, shot high into the air.

The headless body of Xue Jianchen still held the sword‑wielding stance, frozen for a moment, then, together with the blood‑colored longsword, it fractured piece by piece, turning into a sky‑filled Blood Mist.

A faint, twisted blood‑hued spirit shrieked as it fled from the skull, trying to tear the Void to escape.

Feng Caichen didn't even glance at the fleeing spirit; he simply swung another sword at the Void at random.

This sword seemed to traverse layer upon layer of spatial dimensions, ignoring distance.

Beyond the distant Void, the wildly fleeing Xue Jianchen spirit suddenly stiffened, then, as if detonated from within by invisible sword qi, exploded silently, utterly vanishing without a trace!

The young generation's sword‑path pillar of the Other Shore World, Xue Jianchen… fell! Soul Annihilation!

And the Profound Yin Jiemie Thunder Explosion that Lei Yuhuang cast as a sacrificial pawn and cover never even reached within three zhang of Feng Caichen; it was eroded and shattered by the pure sword‑intent field that filled heaven and earth, finally emitting a low wail before dissolving into chaotic energy turbulence.

The wildly fleeing Lei Yuhuang's divine sense detected Xue Jianchen's instant fall, his strongest strike easily nullified, all his lingering souls fled!

He knew his final stroke of luck had also been shattered!

"No!! Ahhh!! Three Polar Realm! Activate!! Primordial Power! Burn!!!"

He let out a mournful roar, pushing his speed to the limit; the Extreme Realm power was unleashed without hesitation, even burning the Primordial, just to flee this death‑ridden land.

Yet, a sword intent as shadow‑like and bone‑cold had already locked onto him.

Feng Caichen's figure, white robes still immaculate, had appeared ahead on his escape path at an unknown moment, as if he had simply performed a brief teleport.

Six Paths Extreme Realm Radiance appeared around Feng Caichen's form!

It made Feng Caichen look as if he were a Myriad Ages Sword Emperor!

The world‑shaking Sword Dao's might fiercely suppresses Lei Yuhuang!

"You, shall be executed."

The cold words fell, and Feng Caichen's long sword in his hand gently extended forward.

The final image in Lei Yuhuang's eyes was that ever‑expanding, hopelessly pure sword tip.

The dark‑red, wicked Lei Dian surrounding Lei Yuhuang, the speed obtained by Burning Primordial, and all Lei Yuhuang's defenses and struggles, before this plain sword, all appear utterly laughable and fragile.

"Six Extreme Realms of Sword Dao…"

"How could this… be possible…"

Lei Yuhuang's expression froze completely.

The sword tip pointed at Lei Yuhuang's brow.

Time seemed to stand still for an instant.

The next moment, Lei Yuhuang's entire body, starting from his brow, like a shattered glazed statue, spread countless fine cracks.

Within the cracks there was no blood, only the scattering Lei Dian and life.

Then, Lei Yuhuang's entire body along with his spirit silently disintegrated, turning into the finest dust, drifting with the wind, and completely disappearing from this realm.

Young Master of Nine Heavens Thunder Race Lei Yuhuang… be executed!