"Xue Lie" and "Xiao Shaoyun" both violently retreated. They felt that once "Chen Xin's" sword intent opened up, it was unstoppable, unavoidable, completely unevadable. Yet, they were after all peerless, world-covering geniuses. Their reactions were agile, anticipating the enemy's murderous intent in an instant, taking preventative measures before it happened.
But "Gu Xun" was miserable. Chen Xin's sword strike was clearly aimed at him.
He fundamentally could not evade, because in the instant the sword was unsheathed, he felt a massive terror permeating his mind, making him unable to execute any means to resist. The charm of that sword strike completely controlled his emotions; the enemy's will entirely suppressed his will.
This was a scene that only happened when martial dao will and dao art spirit utterly collapsed.
Cultivating to this realm, becoming an immortal, a Half-Step Golden Immortal almighty, which expert had not gone through thousands of temperings and refinements? Even if the physical body died, the will could not collapse.
But now, the physical body was not dead, yet the will collapsed first. This clash cascaded downwards completely.
Merely one sword strike, a move unfathomable by ghosts and gods, "Gu Xun's" face was slashed open, blood flowing out. Clearly, "Chen Xin" had still held back. Otherwise, with this sword strike, he would have been severed into two halves, his vital qi greatly injured. It could even directly shatter his root laws and root universe, causing him to die and his dao to vanish.
The sword light shot out, a face full of blood. The sword light retracted, as if a sword had never been drawn at all.
"Chen Xin" smiled indifferently, the sword still held in his arms. Nobody could clearly see what kind of sword was hidden within the scabbard.
"Gu Xun, you cannot even block a single sword strike of mine? And you still want to be my opponent? Bitterly practicing for thirty thousand Heavenly Realm years and there would still be no hope." He spoke indifferently, but it exceptionally struck the opponent's self-confidence.
"Good, very good. Chen Xin, I have remembered you." At this time, Gu Xun actually calmed down. With a wipe of his hand, the fresh blood on his face gradually evaporated, and the split opening began to mend.
However, he did not hysterically make a move against Chen Xin, but instead abruptly turned around and swiftly departed from here. It was unknown whether he went back to bitterly cultivate or went to fetch reinforcements.
From this point, it showed that Gu Xun could endure. If he did not endure today and was killed by someone, it could be said that not a single person would sympathize with him.
"Brother Feng Yuan, how do you feel about this sword strike?"
Chen Xin turned around and faced Fang Han again.
Fang Han immediately felt a surge of fear deepen slightly deep inside his heart. This was the other party applying a mental oppression art; it was unknown what highly secretive divine power he cultivated.
"Strong, very strong. Unrivaled sword intent." Fang Han pondered for a moment, then opened his mouth. Deep within his heart, with a slight movement, he expelled that surge of fear.
"I wonder if Brother Feng Yuan can receive it?" Chen Xin's tone suddenly changed, containing some murderous intent within.
Rustle! All the disciples scattered, thinking that Fang Han and Chen Xin were going to engage in a decisive battle right there. Because Chen Xin's words were truly full of aggressiveness; a single disagreement and a massive slaughter would begin.
"Of course I can receive it."
Fang Han paid not the slightest attention to Chen Xin's threat, completely impassive, seemingly stating a simple fact: "The sword intent is strong, but it lacks somewhat in power. If I couldn't even receive such a sword momentum filled with loopholes, then I might as well go home and look after children."
"Filled with loopholes?"
Chen Xin's expression turned cold, followed by three hearty laughs. His tone gradually consolidated, chillingly murderous like frost: "This is my first time hearing someone evaluate my sword art and say these three words: filled with loopholes. Very good, filled with loopholes… There once was an existence surpassing Golden Immortals who evaluated my sword art, yet the four words were unfathomable by ghosts and gods. Could it be your eyesight surpasses a Golden Immortal?"
"Whether I surpass a Golden Immortal I do not know, but you are just filled with loopholes!" Fang Han shook his head: "Perhaps that senior was giving you confidence, but your enemies will not give you confidence. If you don't believe it, how about using your sword to slash me? Let's see if you can actually do anything to me?"
"Buzz!"
As soon as Fang Han said this sentence, it immediately caused a sensation across the entire venue.
This sentence was undoubtedly a challenge, a challenge in front of everyone.
"This Feng Yuan is formidable. Having witnessed Chen Xin's sword art so unfathomable by ghosts and gods, he actually dares to say it is filled with loopholes, and even challenge him directly. He is simply limitless in his arrogance, even more arrogant than us." Xiao Shaoyun marveled admiringly: "Xue Lie, now you won't say he is unable to control his own power."
"I admit, this person is probably our greatest enemy, and also the most difficult enemy to defeat." Xue Lie said calmly.
"Between him and Chen Xin, who is more formidable?"
"Having just watched Chen Xin's sword strike, I feel a stirring in my own cultivation base. Indeed, one must have pressure to have motivation."
"Quiet down, Chen Xin and Feng Yuan have thoroughly confronted each other."
In the center of the venue, a formless murderous qi permeated outwards. The air almost froze, and everyone felt a sensation of suffocation. Fang Han and Chen Xin locked gazes; it seemed an earth-shattering grand battle would erupt immediately.
"Good, very good. Since you, Feng Yuan, wish to witness my sword art so much, then no matter. Today I shall bestow upon you a sword strike, please do appreciate it. See whether I am filled with loopholes, or if your eyesight is failing. Originally, I was preserving my strength and accumulating vitality, preparing to battle others at the Seed selection election. But since you act like this, then I will no longer be stingy. However. I solely bestow upon you one sword strike, merely a single sword strike. If you can receive this sword strike, we shall fight again in the future. If you cannot receive it, and you die and your dao vanishes, do not blame me for being ruthless; you asked for this yourself."
Chen Xin suddenly switched the sword in his hand from his left hand to his right. The clothes on his entire body fluttered loudly without wind.
An expanse of the firmament above his head grew faintly gloomy. He seemed to be accumulating an imposing manner. The ensuing sword strike would definitely be earth-shattering, slaying eternity; past and future were all within the blast radius of a single sword strike.
"Cut the nonsense and draw your sword. After receiving this sword strike of yours, I still have another mission to accept, to earn Origin Qi and spirit veins for use in advancing to a peerless Golden Immortal."
Fang Han waved his hand. Although his tone was impatient, he was strictly on guard in his heart. This Chen Xin's imposing manner was even more terrifying and possessed more deterrent power than some peerless Golden Immortals.
"We are all sensible people, do not use these petty moves to enrage me. It is useless." While Chen Xin accumulated his power, behind his back countless kingdoms manifested, born and extinguished, extinguished and born. In those kingdoms, countless sword lights appeared, brilliant and righteous. A fierce sword wind had already transmitted over, and countless slashed fissures appeared on the surrounding ground.
Chen Xin's entire person seemed to transform into a heavenly sword, fusing with the Heavenly Dao, fusing with the Heavenly Realm; he was heaven himself, he was a god himself.
Rumble!
Suddenly, the entirety of heaven and earth turned pitch-black.
Even Fang Han felt an blur in all directions. He could see nothing, imagine nothing; even his divine sense was blocked.
"Not good!"
He immediately knew this wasn't heaven and earth turning dark, but rather the other party's sword art had blinded all his senses: mouth, eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, mind.
He did not know where he was, or even where his own body was. He seemed to be exiled into eternal nothingness.
"Feng Yuan, this sword strike of mine is called the Sword of Alaya. Alaya is the combination of innate nature and delusion, the repository for all seeds of good and evil, the very first instant of cognition when all things in the universe were formed. This is Alaya. Feng Yuan, if you can receive it, then fully qualified to serve as my opponent in the Seed convention a few months from now."
Within the boundless darkness, Chen Xin's voice echoed out.
An aura of no self-form, no person-form, no sentient-being-form… transmitted from the darkness. Fang Han's mind and spirit were trembling. No matter what, he could not break free from that boundless darkness and the shroud of the Sword of Alaya's sword intent.
Truly and exactly, this was a sword strike that even a peerless Golden Immortal could not sacrifice forth. This was a supreme secret art, just like Fang Han's thirty-three times combat power from the Thirty-Three Heavens Ultimate Artifacts.
A streak of sword light came from the darkness. Time ceased to exist, and space ceased to exist. All thoughts also ceased to exist. Only that streak of sword light became the eternal Alaya. Fang Han even felt a sensation of welcoming this sword light and placing it upon his own mind.
This was an extremely dangerous omen.
"The World Honored Constrain, the Origin of Creation. Destiny Reincarnation, the Gate of Eternal Life?" In an instant, Fang Han's entire mind suddenly sat straight up. The Minor Destiny Technique deduced, and the reflection of the Gate of Eternal Life flashed past.
Rumble rumble!
Within the boundless darkness, an invincible gateway appeared on the spot. With a direct surge, millions of universes, primal chaos, and countless epochs were shattered. The prison was broken, and reality was restored.
Fang Han then saw a streak of sword light had already arrived between his eyebrows.
Several fine hairs on his forehead were sliced off at once.
"Clang!"
In the final zeroth of an instant, Fang Han's finger miraculously appeared at his own forehead and collided with the other party's sword tip. That extremely intense sword qi, a sword qi sufficient to completely destroy a massive mountain, all bombarded into Fang Han's body.
And at this very moment, Chen Xin's sword had unsheathed. His sword was a pitch-black longsword. The blade was not iron, nor gold, wood, or jadeite; it did not belong to any matter. It seemingly manifested from a supreme consciousness taking physical shape.
This was a sword forged from the Alaya consciousness.
The sword and finger collided. Around the two men's bodies, a continuous series of cosmic kingdoms generated and then exploded. The restrictive arrays on the ground exploded layer by layer. The entire great hall instantly suffered devastating destruction. With a buzz, the several great elders were blasted flying outwards. Many disciples who were likewise Half-Step Golden Immortal almighty experts were also blasted flying mid-air, spewing out blood with a 'wa'.
Xue Lie and Xiao Shaoyun also retreated consecutively.
"Hahahaha, good! Very good, Feng Yuan. For you to be able to receive this sword strike of mine, awakening from the Alaya, is simply rare. However, this Sword of Alaya of mine has not yet cultivated to the state of great perfection. After a few months, it will be perfected. We shall battle again at that time."
"Buzz!"
The sword awn retracted. Chen Xin's entire person floated away.
The corner of Fang Han's eye twitched. A fissure appeared on his fingertip, and a drop of fresh blood seeped out. But subsequently, it condensed back, and the fissure mended as well, flawlessly perfect.
"Alaya, is it…"