Boom—
The heavens shook and the earth trembled as a terrifying, peerless aura suddenly erupted, as if it were about to annihilate this desolate plain. It was vast and overwhelmingly world-shaking.
Heavenly Dragon Sword!
This was a peerless divine sword. The dragon's head formed the blade, the dragon's tail the hilt. Its azure scales were dense and sharp, resembling a true Azure Dragon, yet it also exuded an ancient, majestic aura, with Dao marks flowing and overflowing.
Needless to say, this was absolutely a peerless Heavenly King battle weapon; otherwise, it wouldn't possess such a horrifyingly terrifying aura. However, it was not flawless—it was damaged, missing a part, and its blade was densely covered with cracks.
This was wielded by a Saint King from an Immortal Sacred Land. Carrying such a heavyweight battle weapon significantly influenced the battle situation. Even though it was not complete and only partially revived, a wisp of Heavenly King divine might erupted, instantly sweeping away and annihilating an enemy Saint and a large group of powerful bandits, turning them to dust.
That Saint King, wielding the damaged Heavenly King battle weapon, joined forces with several other Kings to strike out, splitting heaven and earth, bombarding the majestic ancient city gate, and exploding with vast columns of light.
Unfortunately, the Dark Night Ancient City was too extraordinary. It was personally built by a peerless Sovereign of the Mythical Era, and might even be a Nirvana Ancient City, filled with mystery. It could not be breached, but it shook violently, causing many figures on the city walls to be shaken off, submerged by various columns of light, and blasted into dust.
At this moment, each True King faced an overlord-level great bandit. They each displayed their divine abilities, unleashing their divine might, fighting so fiercely it seemed to shatter the heavens and throw the earth into chaos. The battle rose to the sky, delaying the strongest combat power within the Dark Night Ancient City.
The Dragon Phoenix Academy dispatched three thousand young geniuses. Kings were not lacking, and one warship after another floated, battle qi surging, launching a full-scale siege.
Countless beams of light bombarded the ancient, majestic city gate, striking sparks that flew in all directions, one after another, shining brilliantly.
The powerhouses attacked, charging towards the ninth heaven.
Between heaven and earth, there was nothing but intense, large-scale warfare—an unprecedented battle, with terrifying columns of light erupting everywhere.
Let alone others, even overlords dared not guarantee they could preserve their lives here.
Even Battle Saint King Ye Chen now faced a fearsome overlord-level great bandit—tall and burly, with disheveled black hair, a middle-aged man whose blood energy was like a sea, truly terrifying.
"Battle Saint King, I have long heard of your great name. Reborn through reincarnation, you even slaughtered numerous powerhouses within that mysterious Heavenly Pass, where even Saint Lords and ancient recluses were no match for you, shaking the world. I have also witnessed your battle with the Heavenly Roc King. Truly a young prodigy, far surpassing what I was in my youth."
The great bandit sighed lightly, filled with many emotions and sighs.
After all, the fame of Battle Saint King before him was simply too resounding, renowned throughout the Myriad Domains of the world. Who did not know of him?
He was an extremely powerful and highly competitive contender on the path to becoming an Emperor.
This great bandit ranked tenth among the Twenty-Four Great Bandits, very powerful, and held Ye Chen in high regard, giving him a lofty evaluation.
Ye Chen's expression remained calm. "The Tenth Great Bandit, Ouyang Changtian, a generation's overlord. I have also heard of Fellow Daoist's renowned name. To be able to fight you is my honor."
Although the Tenth Great Bandit had cultivated for over a thousand years, far longer than the current Ye Chen who was less than a hundred years old, in the cultivation world, those who achieve more are considered teachers. It was always so.
Addressing him as 'Fellow Daoist' and treating him as an equal was not excessive.
"Hahaha, Battle Saint King is indeed straightforward. Good, let's fight!"
The Tenth Great Bandit, Ouyang Changtian, stepped forward and attacked immediately. His eyes erupted with blazing light, and between his five fingers, hazy Dao marks actually condensed into sword radiance that shot forth, evolving into a terrifying sea of swords!
Clang, clang, clang...
The clanging of swords shook the heavens. Ten thousand sword radiances were peerlessly sharp, each one condensed from Dao marks, further gathering the power of heaven and earth. They could split the void and kill Ye Chen in a group assault.
"It was long rumored that the Tenth Great Bandit Ouyang Changtian was extraordinary, having fortuitously obtained a hundred types of extraordinary Dao marks. I didn't expect it to be true, and that he had completely refined them for his own use, evolving such a terrifying sea of swords. Among overlords, how many can contend with this?"
On the battlefield, although the fighting was intense, many still paid attention here. After all, these were overlord-level battles, highly watched, and many were astonished.
Each of the Twenty-Four Great Bandits of the Plunder Heaven Plains was a famous figure, renowned throughout the world, let alone the Tenth Great Bandit Ouyang Changtian, who was a supreme overlord.
He had refined a hundred types of Dao marks for his own use, enacting a sea of swords for absolute killing. When unleashed, its power was unimaginably strong—each sword a mark, shattering the vacuum.
One transformed into a hundred swords, a hundred gave birth to ten thousand swords, and each sword radiance could shatter mountains. Who knew how terrifying thousands upon thousands of them were.
"This is the world-destroying might of the Tenth Great Bandit! I heard he secluded himself for three hundred years and actually reached this level, worthy of being called a contemporary overlord!"
Boom—
A hundred types, ten thousand swords clanged in unison. Sword radiance howled, cutting through the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, surging forth.
Ouyang Changtian, upon stepping forward, unleashed a fearsome absolute killing move. He did not want a battle lasting hundreds or thousands of rounds. He operated his strongest attack Saint technique, wanting to kill a generation's Battle Saint King and awe the world.
Battle Saint King's expression remained calm and natural from beginning to end, as if nothing in the world could make him change color. The Ten Heavens divine nature halo appeared around his body, instantly condensing into one. Immortal mist flowed, concealing his form, eternal and imperishable. But with a long roar, mountains and rivers shook, and all directions trembled.
He directly displayed peerless swordsmanship. The profound meaning of Spirit Rhinoceros Sword Waves was executed to its extreme. A blade of grass could cut down a star, a speck of dust could fill an ocean. In his hands, it was as if he could transform the ordinary into the miraculous.
Thousands upon thousands of layers of great Dao sword waves shot forth, strand after strand, beam after beam, submerging the firmament, sweeping across the cosmos, peerless and unsurpassable.
The hundred types, ten thousand swords collided with the Spirit Rhinoceros Sword Waves. Countless sword radiances clashed in the void, clanging and resonating, tearing through the sky, shattering all tangible and intangible obstructions.
In an instant, the Tenth Great Bandit Ouyang Changtian's hundred types, ten thousand swords were blocked.
Moreover, Battle Saint King strode forward as if a Heavenly Emperor patrolling the world. His entire body trembled, his battle bones clanging. Behind him appeared a vast, misty expanse of starry sea.
All the stars of the heavens manifested, one massive ancient star after another rotating, shining with radiance more dazzling than the sun, causing this void to nearly burn, filled with surging fluctuations like an ocean.
Battle Saint King was enveloped within the vast starry sea. The stars of the heavens rotated, pushing the sun, moon, and stars into motion.
Rumble—
Accompanied by Battle Saint King's movement of his muscles and bones, tracing peerless profound meanings, one ancient great star after another descended from the void, larger than mountains, impacting Ouyang Changtian.
The high heavens seemed to be crushed. That area became a land of destruction, where nothing remained. The crowd had no way to see clearly.