The Land of the Dragon’s Demise.
With the Divine Sword successfully manifested, the viewing array outside the secret realm seemed disturbed, suddenly fluctuating until all that remained was a patch of mosaic.
Great Elder at the exit anxiously pulled at his ears and cheeks but found no way to restore the formation.
It couldn’t be helped.
“No matter who brings out the Divine Sword, they will be the number one of this generation.”
He quietly entered meditation. Those who could cultivate to his level naturally possessed a flawless state of mind.
Whoever succeeded, he only needed to remember that this person belonged to the Su family.
Meanwhile.
With such a monumental event occurring within the secret realm, members from all seven branches of the Su family hurried toward the realm’s location, eager to witness the birth of a once-in-a-millennium miracle and discover which child of destiny would claim it.
Inside the secret realm.
Countless fleeing lights shot toward the sky like a meteor shower streaking into the heavens. These lights mixed with immense energy, even stirring a terrifying tornado deep within the realm.
Standing at the highest point in the sky was a young woman, her beautiful face cold and indifferent. Her slightly lowered gaze fixed on the sword’s blade, which flickered between black and white hues. Her calm demeanor made it seem as if no one was behind her, as if there was no storm raging to fill hearts with despair.
“Su Liumeng!”
“How dare you covet the might of the Divine Sword! Come and face death!”
The closest warrior to her was the heir of the Fourth Branch, fiery-haired and hot-tempered like the bright red hair atop his head.
“A mere opportunist who stumbled upon the Divine Sword by chance, quick to accept your fate,” Su Wuyan said disdainfully.
He had already heard from Su Qingshi that ever since Su Liumeng was defeated by her, she had been hiding deep in the secret realm, afraid to show herself. Who would have thought she’d get so lucky as to pick up such a priceless treasure?
Above the sky, the young woman stood on a white cloud with an endless blue sky behind her.
She slightly raised her chin and slowly turned around, still facing away from the crowd.
“Oh?” Her voice was clear and refreshing like spring water, a light question that carried an air of supreme confidence.
In truth, she truly had the capital for such arrogance.
Su Liumeng’s movements weren’t slow, but in Su Wuyan’s eyes, they seemed to slow by a hundredfold.
She slowly raised the one-meter-thirty-five-long sword at her side and swung it downward at the figure flying toward her.
A terrifying sword shadow formed.
The sword light cut through the solid ground and extended all the way to the edge of the sky, as if aiming to split the world in two with a single strike.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
All the colors in the world turned to gray and white, and the eyes of the Su family’s members seemed to contain nothing but this breathtaking sword strike.
The next instant, the sword shadow suddenly vanished.
No sound emerged, as if all noise had been mercilessly swallowed.
The sword light easily passed through Su Wuyan’s body, reducing his small form to dust scattered on the ground.
The remaining sword light struck the earth with a thunderous crash, creating a fissure dozens of kilometers long.
The pitch-black chasm was bottomless, with magma spurting forth in torrents, shocking all who beheld it.
By rights, this scene should have inspired fear, but it had the opposite effect—more people’s eyes burned with fervor as they charged toward the blazing sun in the sky without hesitation.
“She’s merely borrowing the power of the Divine Sword. Its energy will inevitably run out.”
Even with just Su Liumeng wielding the Divine Sword, she exuded such overwhelming power.
This was truly a divine artifact.
If Su Liumeng could do it, why couldn’t I?
Su Qingshi had the highest cultivation level, so she should have been the strongest among the crowd. But she remained cautious, keeping herself neither ahead nor behind.
At this moment, she shouted loudly, “Su Liumeng, last time you were defeated by me, barely escaping with your life. Today you got lucky acquiring the Divine Sword. Let’s see how long you can hold onto it.”
Her words ignited more excitement, and more people began to unleash their full power.
That was right.
Su Liumeng couldn’t even defeat Su Qingshi. She had just drained so much energy.
If she needed the Divine Sword’s power even to face someone like Su Wuyan, it proved she had no guarantee of victory.
If others had arrived slightly earlier, the Divine Sword might have been snatched by someone else.
Countless people, like moths to a flame, surged toward the brightest sun in the sky.
Su Qingshi sneered repeatedly.
Though she no longer feared Su Liumeng, she was no fool.
She wanted others to waste some of the Divine Sword’s energy first, so she would be the last one standing victorious.
Hearing the crowd’s voices and Su Qingshi’s shameless, twisted words, Su Liumeng tilted her head in confusion.
She was the one who fled in disgrace?
Lucky?
The girl almost laughed in anger and became even more ruthless in her attacks.
Using the Divine Sword did consume energy.
But just moments ago, she had only been curious about its power. That didn’t mean she couldn’t take down a few small fry even without it.
Su Liumeng slowly released one end of the Divine Sword. The sword vanished the moment it fell from the sky, and a small, delicate mark appeared on her forehead, resembling a blooming peach blossom before quickly fading beneath the skin.
The next second, a nearly hundred-meter-long golden dragon phantom suddenly appeared in the sky.
This was no ordinary dragon illusion—it was a dragon hatchling approaching true form.
With just one claw strike, more than a dozen people lost their lives.
Five minutes later.
A terrifying rain of blood fell from the sky as a girl in a long black dress passed beneath the battlefield.
Her gaze never lifted skyward, as if utterly uninterested in the Divine Sword.
The girl moved gracefully, unfurling an oil-paper umbrella as she strolled beneath the crimson rain.
A little further away, some had been so frightened their earlier excitement vanished.
The girl’s merciless, iron-blooded methods gave the illusion that she would slaughter everyone in the secret realm.
At this moment, some were desperately fleeing to escape this terrifying woman’s side.
“A monster.”
“She’s a monster.”
“How old is she? She’s already so close to reaching the Seventh Realm.”
Only Su Qingshi remained scornfully sneering.
She stepped forward to stand before Su Liumeng.
“Su Liumeng, you really are a fool. After killing so many people, your energy must be nearly spent, right? I don’t believe you can keep using the Divine Sword.”
“If I could defeat you once, I can do it twice.”
These words sparked hope in some below. They stopped running.
For them, anyone standing up to this killing god was thrilling.
Su Liumeng had killed too many—too many people—with apparent disregard, becoming a thorn in many eyes, an enemy they wanted gone at once.
“Is that so?” Su Liumeng curled her lips in a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Is that what you told the others?”
“Interesting.”
“I’m actually a little curious to see how you’ll defeat me in front of those who heard your boast.”
“Killing you won’t even require the sword.”
Su Qingshi shouted angrily, “Enough nonsense—prepare to die!”
The next moment, she revealed her Qinglong (Azure Dragon) form.
Someone whispered in shock, “Is this Su Qingshi’s fourth form? At eighteen, she’s already fused the blood of four True Dragons. She should be the only prodigy of this generation in the Su family.”
“Su Liumeng has only fused three True Dragon bloodlines. She definitely isn’t Su Qingshi’s match.”
Someone quietly approached the edge of the battlefield, waiting for Su Liumeng’s defeat to immediately seize the Divine Sword’s core emerging from her body.
After a single breath, under the crowd’s eager gazes and amidst roaring dragon cries, two massive divine dragons entwined in combat.
But in just three simple moves, an unexpected scene unfolded.
Su Qingshi, once so confident, now looked like a pitiful dead dog, falling from the sky in defeat.
Her figure was disheveled, muttering in disbelief, “Impossible!!!”
“This can’t be,” she said wildly, crashing heavily to the ground.
She shook her head continuously, unable to accept that the favored daughter of the heavens had once again been defeated by Su Liumeng.
And utterly defeated, not even lasting through the fifth move.
No one had expected this.
When did Su Liumeng become so strong?
“I’ve already fused four True Dragon bloodlines—how am I still not your match?”
The next moment, Su Qingshi’s expression changed to sudden realization, her bloodshot eyes widening.
“I know now, I know now. You must have fused True Dragon blood too, and increased the purity of your lineage even more than I have.”
Su Liumeng didn’t respond to her accusation.
What awaited Su Qingshi was a massive dragon claw descending, crushing her body and the rock beneath into a huge dragon claw-shaped pit.
Facing the panicked, fleeing crowd, Su Liumeng’s voice was filled with disdain.
“Su Qingshi, you’re right—I have long since fused multiple True Dragon bloodlines.”
Upon this admission from the main player herself, some lost their ability to speak.