War Swords Break the Half-Ancestor's Will

Xiao Chen's body blazed with light, and mysterious diagrams surfaced on the stone giant's form as the Heavenly Stele flickered in and out of visibility. Every stone sword trembled with a metallic clang, then flew free of its sheath, erupting in a million beams of radiance too blinding to behold.

The Yaksha Half-Ancestor, the Skeleton King, and the Angel Holy God all lost control of the stone swords in their hands. The blades reversed course and slashed at them with murderous aura that pierced the heavens, this entire space collapsing into chaos.

"Puh!"

The Angel Holy God was the first struck. Two war swords pierced his body, nearly cutting him in two. His colossal divine frame gushed blood as he screamed and retreated.

The Skeleton King suffered the heaviest damage. He had seized one war sword himself, and Xiao Chen hurled three more at him, all landing before him. The four stone swords vibrated in unison, shattering his entire chest of bones. Black holes opened around him, nearly swallowing the sovereign whole.

"ROAR!" The Skeleton King bellowed skyward, his arms lengthening as bone spurs sprouted to fend off the four swords. He retreated at extreme speed.

The Yaksha Half-Ancestor, who had fought Xiao Chen before and was highly alert, escaped with the lightest injury—the stone sword in his hand merely gashed his arm.

The Asura Half-Ancestor, though he held a stone sword, was also wounded. Inside his blood-colored cultivation world, the two stone swords that had been stored within raged freely, their sword-gleams as thick as mountains, sending a blood spirit in there fleeing in all directions.

"BOOM!"

The two swords tore straight through the Asura realm and flew back to Xiao Chen's side, having lopped off a large section of the Asura Half-Ancestor's torso.

Twenty-four stone swords now hovered around Xiao Chen, bobbing and flashing with dazzling light, arranged in a profound sword formation that shielded him.

At the same time, the three inactive war swords pressed close to him, unmoving.

Twenty-seven war swords hung in the sky, centered on Xiao Chen, radiating brilliant light.

This turn of events caught the half-ancestors off guard, and every single one of them changed color.

Though surrounded and attacked by several half-ancestors, Xiao Chen said nothing. He responded with action, turning into a beam of light and charging straight at the old Yaksha.

A half-ancestor is formidable—when on guard, it is very difficult to truly kill one. The old Yaksha, already severely wounded from his previous battle, was comparatively easier prey.

"Shish!

More than twenty stone swords simultaneously traced rainbow beams. Even the bravest would tremble at the sight. The Yaksha's face turned green, and he fled on the spot. But Xiao Chen had locked onto him; his powerful divine consciousness fixed the target inescapably.

"Boom!"

The first stone sword swept across the sky like a thunderclap, crashing onto the old Yaksha's back. The blast sent him flying more than twenty li.

"Crack!"

The second sword shot in from the side, carving a gruesome gash in his left ribs. Several ribs were severed, blood spraying instantly.

"Puh!"

The third stone sword flew in, struck his left shoulder, then transformed into a rainbow, pierced through, and blood gushed out.

"Ah...!"

The old Yaksha screamed. His Ten Thousand Laws World manifested—a vast illusory realm that blocked the pursuing swords.

Xiao Chen was now fully committed, recklessly pushing his divine power to drive the stone swords. The Seven-Colored Sacred Tree continuously replenished his energy.

The twenty-four swords possessed immense might, weaving through the sky like a rainbow tapestry, unstoppable and unbreakable, leaving nothing in their path.

The stone swords vibrated simultaneously, boiling the Forbidden Sea and churning the heavens with wind and clouds.

The old Yaksha was struck seven or eight times before he traversed space through his Ten Thousand Laws World and vanished above the golden sea.

A dignified half-ancestor of the Yaksha race had suffered a disgraceful defeat, his body nearly shattered, miserable to the extreme.

Suddenly, a great wind rose from behind—a black tornado billowed in from all directions.

The Asura Half-Ancestor, the Skeleton King, and the Angel Holy God attacked all at once. Black holes spread into a continuous sheet, and stellar winds surged within. They sealed this region of heaven and earth with their mystic arts, turning it into a death ground!

Heaven Beyond Heaven and Man Beyond Man were both isolated outside.

Three half-ancestors joined forces to kill Xiao Chen.

Seeing this, even Xiao Chen changed color. The war swords were powerful, but against three half-ancestors working together, even they might fall to defeat.

Three war swords protected his immediate front; twelve stone swords spread to the four directions as a sword formation guarding him in the center. The remaining twelve swords flew outward, darkening the mountains and rivers, dimming the sun and moon, as they swept through the sealed world in a great battle with the three half-ancestors.

An overwhelming pressure swept heaven and earth. An invisible force constantly pressed down on Xiao Chen—this was the supreme will of three half-ancestors. If not for the sword formation, even his stone giant body would have shattered.

The killing intent of three half-ancestors had become the will of this world, united with the world's power, synchronized with the pulse of heaven and earth, holding the power of life and death over all beings. Every creature was but an ant.

Such was the truly terrifying strength of a half-ancestor: borrowing the momentum of heaven and earth for their own use, suppressing all life!

Xiao Chen had not truly breached the half-ancestor realm and could not understand how terrible it was to have three half-ancestors dominate the world's will. Now he had to go against heaven, breaking this imprisonment with the purest force, or else, even protected by the war swords, he might still fall.

"BOOM!"

The boundless pressure of heaven and earth, like the primordial source power, shattered the void and came roaring in like a raging tide. Xiao Chen was a tiny boat tossed on a furious sea, about to be capsized at any moment.

Killing intent was like a blade—the will of the half-ancestors had dominated heaven and earth!

"CRACK!"

Nine layers of killing intent, each heavier than the last. Some of the heavenly-earthly divine power penetrated the sword formation and struck Xiao Chen solidly. His stone body made sounds of cracking, fracturing into multiple fissures.

The situation was extremely grave.

By contrast, things were much easier on the other side.

"Hahaha... haha... Pig!"

Among laughter, curses, and joy, the slovenly Buddha transformed five king-level experts, including Leng Hanbing, into huge fat pigs, leaving the gods staring dumbfounded.

This fellow was just too incredible!

Truly a heaven-defying divine ability—he could make opponents weep and howl just by talking, driving them mad.

The five Asura king-level experts were all tragic; except for Leng Hanbing, the other four frantically channeled their power to resist the transformation. The Asura soldiers behind them felt their hair stand on end at the sight.

"Kill!"

A Yaksha king, hiding behind the crowd, ordered his troops to charge. But Ji Gong had already fixed his eyes on him. He clasped his hands, laughed heartily, and pointed.

"Hahaha... haha... Beauty!"

A flash of light. The aged, white-haired, commanding male instantly transformed into a voluptuous, sultry woman. Only the essential parts of her body were covered by a small cloth, while large areas of snow-white skin were exposed.

Her long, shapely legs were like carved jade, crystal clear; her waist was slender, her bosom full, her neck slender, and her jade face brimmed with spring.

This unfortunate Yaksha king almost cried. Though furious, his expression was so seductive, as if made of spring water. The surrounding Yaksha all stared at him in shock.

Such perverse methods stunned everyone. The Yaksha soldiers refused to obey orders and halted.

"Master, you are truly a master! It really is a pleasant sight," Jin Sanyi said, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he urged Ji Gong: "Master, quickly turn those glaring old Yaksha into beauties too, or they might plot against us."

Ji Gong, wearing a tattered hat and waving a broken fan, squinted his eyes and laughed, pointing continuously.

Tragedy struck again. Several decrepit Yaksha kings were transformed into stunning beauties, each one enchanting and alluring like peach blossom fairies descended to the world, with rosy cheeks and eyes of spring.

The gods in the distance were covered in goosebumps. This technique was too formidable—nobody could withstand it. Meeting such a crooked Buddha was like suffering eight generations of bad luck.

"Don't panic!" Leng Hanbing, now with a pig head and big ears, shouted, "Our power hasn't faded. Kill them first!"

With that, he charged forward.

"That's... Leng Hanbing."

"One of the king-level experts."

Despite his changed appearance, the gods still recognized him.

"You think I can't strip your divine power?" Ji Gong grinned, waving his broken fan. "I forgot to tell you—after three Great Prophecy Arts, your power can be stripped away." He roared with laughter and shouted, "Freak!"

A flash of light. Leng Hanbing, the first among the king-level experts, underwent another dramatic transformation—extremely handsome or rather enchantingly beautiful, his hair flying in the wind. This time he turned and fled, escaping for his life.

Seeing that even the tragic Leng Hanbing had fled, the gathered experts of all races no longer dared to approach. In an instant, they scattered. Challenging the crooked Buddha was pure self-torture.

"Master, strike!" Jin Sanyi, never one to miss chaos, incited from the side. "Turn all those king-level experts into mortals!"

"I was just messing with them. To strip their divine power would take at least eight or ten Great Prophecy Arts," Ji Gong said loudly. "Don't worry, I was lying to you!"

The experts cursed loudly and fled faster. Who believed him? Everyone hid far away at the horizon.

"BOOM!"

On the other side, as if the world were collapsing, twenty-seven gleaming war swords tore through the entire sky, carrying Xiao Chen out with them.

His stone body was covered in cracks everywhere, but they were all sealed by seven-colored divine light. The three half-ancestors, too, bore wounds—scarred and bleeding, covered in injuries.

Xiao Chen had "gone against heaven" and succeeded. The twenty-four stone swords shattered under the world-dominating will of the half-ancestors, but the war-sword bodies within were revealed. The three half-ancestors had miscalculated, unwittingly helping Xiao Chen obtain the true war swords, which could now exert even greater power.

The twenty-seven true war swords merged together, smashing the sealed heaven and earth, and helped Xiao Chen break out.

Though his stone body was nearly shattered, with the Seven-Colored Sacred Tree sustaining him, Xiao Chen felt he could still hold on. He gave a long cry and charged forward.

Xiao Chen left six war swords to protect himself and sent the remaining twenty-one to savagely attack the Asura Half-Ancestor. The sword formation took shape with overwhelming power, immediately plunging the Asura Half-Ancestor into danger. Voids continuously collapsed.

Though the other two half-ancestors attacked Xiao Chen with all their might, he bore it all. Now his eyes were fixed on the old Asura alone.

Puh! Puh! ...

Blood bloomed. The old Asura was pierced by the war swords. Twenty-one flying swords danced, forming a terrifying radiance like falling stars that would destroy the world, crashing into the sky and sea as if they would collapse.

The Asura Half-Ancestor was battered by a storm of attacks, covered in wounds, trapped in the sword formation, brutally beaten, his body dismembered several times.

"BOOM!"

Finally, the Skeleton King and the Angel Holy God managed to break through. The three half-ancestors joined hands, standing together, once again using divine thought to dominate the world's will, crushing down on Xiao Chen and the war swords with the momentum of heaven and earth.

Xiao Chen cried out in alarm. On this side, three half-ancestors were besieging him. On the other side, Heaven Beyond Heaven and Man Beyond Man were also locked in fierce battle with two mysterious half-ancestors, and the old Yaksha had vanished—needless to say, he was lurking in the shadows, watching like a tiger. The situation was extremely unfavorable.

Xiao Chen transmitted a message to Niu Ren, Jin Sanyi, Keke, and the others in the distance, telling them to retreat. Then, using the war swords to hold the line, he charged into the pitch-black, mountain-sized King Ship.

In the next instant, heaven and earth changed. A dark wind howled, and the whole world darkened. Black clouds like liquid drops congealed into an impenetrable mass.

The change was so swift that day turned to night in a single breath.

"No! Fall back!" It was the old Yaksha's voice.

But it was all too late.

Xiao Chen, in his stone body, dragged out a dried corpse with the sword formation and threw it beside the half-ancestors.

Except for the old Yaksha, who had personal experience, none of the other half-ancestors knew how sinister this corpse was. They dominated the world's will with divine thought and attacked it. The Yaksha Half-Ancestor's warning came a step too late.

"BOOM!"

Yin energy shot to the heavens; demonic clouds blotted out the sun.

The Angel Holy God, the Asura Half-Ancestor, and the Skeleton King—these three great experts—were now one with the pulse of heaven and earth. Their combined power was unimaginable.

The terrifying shockwave from annihilating the dry corpse with the world's momentum made even the gods tremble.

"SNAP!"

A massive bolt of lightning split the darkness. The blinding light briefly illuminated the black world, sending a chill down everyone's spine.

The dry corpse stood silently in the void, its withered yellow hair dancing in the wind. Its eyes suddenly snapped open, shooting out two terrifying beams. The heaven-and-earth force the three half-ancestors had hurled at it was completely absorbed by its body.

A dreadful aura spread across the entire South Sea!

Dozens of gods who had been watching from close range, confident in their power, turned to ash. Even the spectators at the distant horizon felt their hearts and souls freeze, not daring to move a muscle.

The lightning vanished. In the boundless darkness, only two points of terrible light stood still where the corpse had been—everything else was black, silent, and unseen.

Every half-ancestor present was locked in place. Not one dared to move so much as a hair.