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He Haodong’s face shook, his eyes grew wide. He then turned grave as he got his arm behind him.

All that mattered now was winning, regardless of what the enemy came up with.

He Haodong charged again, unleashing another sword image, to which Zhuo Fan merely waved his black sword.

Crack~

The two new thunderblades crumbled to nothing.

Everyone gasped, gawking at Zhuo Fan in disbelief.

[What sword is that to be so deadly?]

The twelve thunderblades on Mountain Lord He’s back were a part of his Sacred Body, made of lightning. Like the 12th heaven purple lightning, tough beyond belief and at the 6th grade sacred weapon level.

[How could they just break?]

He Haodong was just as baffled.

Regardless of these issues, he chose to still go through with it. He had come out alone and now he had to finish off Zhuo Fan to preserve his dignity as the big boss on the mountain.

Zhuo Fan killed Elder Lu and he came out to win back the loss and get revenge.

Falling back now would only bring him shame.

He Haodong took a deep breath and roared, “Heaven-breaking Swords!”

Ding~

The remaining eight thunderblades flew from his back and soared into the sky, appearing like flashes of lightning. Black holes cracked in the sky from their incredible power, forming a net and threatening to break the fabric of space.

The eight thunderblades multiplied into a thunderstorm, ready to rain havoc on the world below.

The sheer amount struck fear in all beings.

The audience cheered.

[Mountain Lord He’s supreme martial art is out! It drove terror into the hearts of many 11th level dragon Saints in the past great war.]

Now it was used on some poor lonely bastard.

[Who would ever have the same honor of facing Mountain Lord He’s ultimate skill alone?]

Mountain Lord He hasn’t used it in ages, and now the crowd was excited to see it again.

All smirked at Zhuo Fan’s plight, writing him off.

[Humph, it’s all over for you. Even with your hard blade, there’s nothing you can do against a flood of sword waves. Your Sacred Body will be crushed and death will surely follow, ha-ha-ha… There will be nothing left of you to bury.]

[You should be honored to die at the same move that defeated many dragons, humph.]

All the Saints took it as Zhuo Fan’s doom, while Luo Yunhai looked on with worry.

Zhuo Fan just smiled and grinned, “Sword Child, wanna give it a try?”

“Dad, it’s merely a concept and I haven’t understood it. It’s too risky against so many enemies.” Sword Child sighed.

Zhuo Fan didn’t care, “It’s because they’re so many that makes it a good practice run. Where else am I supposed to test it? I let the fight drag out just so I could train.”

“Alright, try it then, Divine Eye of the Void and the Apocalyptic Sword together.” The sword shook and black energy seeped out.

“Kill!”

He Haodong signaled and the thunderblades fell like a torrent of heavy rain, right on Zhuo Fan’s head. The immense pressure had the black energy on Zhuo Fan’s giant tremble.

All looked on with sneers.

Zhuo Fan was confident as he raised the demonic sword.

Hum~

Zhuo Fan and the giant’s right eye shone in nine golden halos.

“Divine Eye of the Void 9th stage, Void Eater!”

“Apocalyptic Sword Art, Obliterate!”

Zhuo Fan and Sword Child shouted at the same time and the giant spun, cutting with the greatsword all around.

The space warped around it under the eerie power, spreading out farther and farther away.

The incoming deadly thunderblades warped as well, with the space around them vanishing into nothing.

Not a single thunderblade could ever get within ten meters of Zhuo Fan, vanishing into thin air.

He Haodong guffawed, “What the hell?”

The others were stumped as well.

[Where are the lightning swords? Where did they go?]

“Ah!”

A sudden cry broke the stifling silence.

They looked up to see He Haodong’s vajra Sacred Body twisting like the thunderblades.

He couldn’t even get away, the Sacred Body twisted beyond recognition before vanishing under the eyes of all the Saints.

He Haodong gasped and shouted, “What kind of martial art is this?”

“Mountain Lord He, shouldn’t you be asking about your son’s death instead?”

“What?!” He Haodong shuddered.

Zhuo Fan nodded, “Yes, I killed him.”

“You!”

He Haodong raged, clenching his fists and then popping out of existence just like that.

“Uh…”

The others were overwhelmed with shock.

[Where’s Mountain Lord He? Did he die?]

[The guy used one creepy art. What on earth did it do?]

Even Luo Yunhai on Zhuo Fan’s back was baffled, “Big brother Zhuo…”

“Ha-ha-ha, it’s the first trial run, so of course you don’t know.”

Zhuo Fan explained, “After becoming a Saint, my Divine Eye of the Void reached the 9th stage, Void Eater, allowing it to devour all space in my domain. Sword Child used his strongest Apocalyptic Sword Art in correlation with my attack to form an Apocalyptic Void and annihilate all in my domain before they even notice. As the devouring spreads out, any caught within it will vanish before they know it.”

Luo Yunhai gasped, “Then you can kill anyone, even those caught off-guard, before they even know it.”

“Not quite. This skill uses Apocalyptic Sword Art and if the other has higher swordsmanship then I can’t touch him.”

“There’s someone who can block your sword when a peak Saint couldn’t?” Luo Yunhai started.

Zhuo Fan was grave, “Of course, since s peak Saint is nothing. I’ve always been afraid of the one equal to me, no, the one above me.”

Zhuo Fan felt a heavy weight on his shoulder thinking how the enemy was three stages above in the Divine Eye of the Void.

Whoosh~

Zhuo Fan shuddered and the black giant vanished.

Luo Yunhai asked, “Big brother Zhuo…”

“He’s spent. Let’s get him and force him to give Mountain Lord He back. He must’ve used some trick to grab Mountain Lord He!”

The Saints roared and hundreds charged with their power on display.

Zhuo Fan wiped his brow and said to Luo Yunhai, “I’m not used to the 9th stage and it takes a lot out of me. Killing a peak Saint, and working in combination with Sword Child to unleash that attack left me empty.”

“What do we do?” Luo Yunhai glanced at the savage Saints coming to kill them.

Zhuo Fan smirked, “Like I said, crush them.”