Chapter 7: Useless Thing!

The suddenly appearing Black Robe Figure was, of course, Ye Wuque.

After he arrived near the Purple Clan, he sensed the terrifying war raging inside and also detected the mysterious surge of the Ziyang Shen's revival.

Thus he instantly rushed in to lend aid.

At this moment, regarding the sudden arrival of Ye Wuque, Jun Xiaoyao's expression hardly changed, still bearing the demeanor of one who controls everything.

Behind Jun Xiaoyao, a tall figure stepped forward, staring intently at Ye Wuque.

It was the Jun family's first echelon, Jun Changjian!

He said coldly:

"It's you!"

He stared fixedly at Ye Wuque, his handsome yet cold face twisted by extreme anger, his eyes blood‑red as if ready to spew fire!

An aura of the Late-stage Ancestor God Realm, wilder and more ferocious than before, erupted like a volcano suppressed to its limit.

The surrounding Space groaned under the weight of that aura!

"It's you... you killed my brother!!"

Jun Changjian's voice roared like a wounded beast, each word laced with bone‑piercing killing intent and deep‑seated hatred!

He had finally found the murderer who erased Jun Duanjian in the distant Star Domain!

"Ant! I want you... to die without a place to be buried!!"

Amid the roar, brilliant light surged from Jun Changjian's hand!

A long sword of uniform dark‑gold, with a simple ancient design, suddenly materialized!

Its blade coursed with dark‑gold veins like magma, emitting a peerless edge that could rend the heavens and slay the stars!

This was his life‑bonded Divine Weapon— the Rending Sky Sword!

Without any hesitation, without any probing!

Jun Changjian poured the overwhelming Divine Power of the Late-stage Ancestor God Realm into the Rending Sky Sword without reservation!

"Rending Sky·Falling Star!!"

He grasped the sword with both hands, merging man and blade, becoming a dark‑gold torrent of destruction that tore through the Void!

Where the sword light passed, Space cracked inch by inch like fragile glass, emitting a harsh wail!

A destructive sword vortex, as if forged from countless falling‑star fragments, bearing the will to crush all, instantly spanned a Hundred Zhang distance, engulfing Ye Wuque and the entire Space he occupied!

Boom—!!!

Like a thousand stars exploding at once!

The blinding dark‑gold glare devoured everything!

The terrifying Energy Storm surged out like an apocalyptic tsunami, hurling several young disciples of the Purple family and Jun family from the nearby battle, spitting blood from their mouths!

The ground was furrowed into bottomless chasms, and the Void retained black scars that would not heal for ages!

This sword was Jun Changjian's full‑power, hatred‑filled eruption!

Its might far exceeds that of a typical Late-stage Ancestor God Realm, enough to threaten a Dark Being just entering the pinnacle of the Ancestor God Realm!

"Sss... Big Brother Changjian has gone completely berserk!"

"What a terrifying sword! That Black Robe man is doomed!"

"How dare you kill Young Master Duanjian; you deserve to be ground to dust!"

The Jun family's Heavenly Pride were shaken by this world‑shattering sword and immediately let out cries of vengeance.

Ziyangxian's face turned deathly pale; even through the turbulent energy, she could feel the annihilating power within that sword and couldn't help sweating for Ye Wuque.

The Purple family's disciples felt even heavier; the faint hope that had just ignited seemed about to be mercilessly snuffed out by that destructive sword.

At the center of the raging Energy Storm, the dazzling sword light gradually faded, revealing a huge, spider‑webbed fissure deep pit, shrouded in smoke.

Is it over?

Everyone instinctively held their breath, eyes fixed on the center of the smoke.

Just as a sneer appeared on the Jun family's Heavenly Pride and despair spread in the Purple disciples' eyes—

A voice, calm to the point of indifference, even laced with unabashed disappointment and sarcasm, like a cold wind from the Nine Nether, rang clearly from the smoke's center:

"Useless thing! Can't even break a single hair on me?"

The voice was low, yet it cracked like thunder in everyone's mind!

What?!

The smoke was instantly swept away and erased by an invisible force!

The tall Black Robe Figure reappeared clearly in everyone's sight!

He still stood with his arms crossed behind his back, his wide black robe fluttering slightly in the lingering surge, untouched by dust!

Not a single tear in his garment, let alone any injury!

As if the terrifying sword vortex that could have destroyed stars moments ago were merely a breeze brushing past!

He stood there like an ancient Divine Mountain, unshaken even if heaven and earth were to collapse!

"No... impossible!!"

Jun Changjian's snarling grin and exhilaration froze instantly, turning into an ultimate, incomprehensible horror!

His pupils contracted wildly, as if he had witnessed the most terrifying sight in the world!

The killing strike he poured all his strength and hatred into somehow... didn't even brush the opponent's garment?!

How could this be possible?!

A chilling cold surged instantly from his soles up to his crown!

"Heaven!"

"He... is he okay?!"

"Not a single hair damaged?! This… is this still a human?!"