Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

"Boom!"

Under the gaze of the masses, Guang Qingye’s figure shot straight toward the Trapped Dragon Forbidden Curse.

At this moment, his speed had reached its extremity.

All over his body, countless layers of defense were displayed to the utmost. Still maintaining his Cultivation Base at the Fifth Grade Divine Sea Realm, in this instant, everything erupted!

Because his speed was too fast, the sonic booms he stirred seemed to form a storm, exploding in the Void and setting off a thunderous roar.

"Whoosh!"

As Guang Qingye arrived, among the four gigantic palms formed by the Trapped Dragon Forbidden Curse, one of them suddenly moved!

It looked very slow, as if it would take an unknown amount of time before it could fall.

Guang Qingye’s figure had already charged into the Trapped Dragon Forbidden Curse, yet the speed at which that palm pressed down was still far, far too slow.

"He’s going through... he’s going through!!!"

"This Forbidden Curse definitely can’t stop the First Divine Son, absolutely can’t stop him!!!"

"If the First Divine Son breaks through, then the next one... will be me!"

Countless Heavenly Talents shouted hoarsely, faces flushed, necks bulging, almost roaring out.

They were cheering for Guang Qingye, and also giving themselves confidence, giving themselves hope!

But at this very moment——

"BOOM!!!"

That gigantic palm which had originally been moving extremely slowly, in the instant Guang Qingye was about to rush out of the Trapped Dragon Forbidden Curse, suddenly flashed!

Only a heaven-shaking boom was heard as all the defenses formed by the Power of Cultivation outside Guang Qingye’s body completely collapsed!

The Low-Grade Nether Artifact on his body did not shatter and remained perfectly intact.

But Guang Qingye’s figure trembled violently!

Immediately after, his pupils contracted, every hair on his body stood on end, and as his body was blown backward, it gradually swelled—finally... with a bang, it exploded!

"What?!"

"T-this... this is impossible... impossible!!!"

"The Dark Night Divine Son has a Netherworld Artifact on him, how could his physical body still explode!!!"

"It’s over, truly over..."

Under the gaze of the masses, the explosion of Guang Qingye’s physical body made all the other Heavenly Talents, who had been holding their breath and didn’t even dare exhale, completely boil over!

One palm!

Just one palm!!!

With a single palm, it shattered all of Guang Qingye’s defenses, and through the Netherworld Artifact, forcibly blasted his fleshly body apart!

At a glance, that Netherworld Artifact was still flying backward, but Guang Qingye’s body had turned into endless chunks of flesh, scattering in all directions.

This left countless Heavenly Talents so terrified their hearts nearly split!

If even the First Divine Son ended up like this, then what about them?

How could they possibly charge through?

The key point was that, in their senses, while Guang Qingye’s physical body had exploded, his Primordial Spirit still existed—but within that existing Primordial Spirit... his Cultivation Base aura was rapidly dissipating!

From the Fifth Grade Divine Sea Realm, it did not fall to Fourth Grade, but directly plummeted to the Void Heaven Realm!

Then, to the Spirit Body Realm, to the Spirit Transformation Realm, to the Mortal Realm...

Until in the end, not a trace of Cultivation Base aura remained. It was completely annihilated, turning him into an ordinary person with only a Primordial Spirit left!

"Ah!!!"

Guang Qingye was clearly aware of his current situation. His expression turned hideous, he howled toward the sky, and the eyes of his illusory Primordial Spirit seemed to turn blood-red at this moment.

"Swoosh!"

Su Han’s figure flickered and he appeared in front of Guang Qingye.

His palm reached out and grabbed, taking out a storage ring.

Directly wiping away the Divine Sense Guang Qingye had left on it, Su Han swept his own Divine Sense through the ring. He did not even look at the other items; only those Emperor’s Orders were all taken out by him.

Six in total.

"My Cultivation Base, my Cultivation Base..."

After the roar, Guang Qingye seemed to have gone mad, muttering to himself.

"I did not break your foundation. Though you currently have no Cultivation Base, your aptitude still remains. You can still cultivate, and your cultivation speed will be the same as before."

"But, this is for you..."

Su Han spoke, his gaze falling upon everyone.

"And it is also, for all of you, the last mercy."

"Next, whoever wants to charge through these Four Great Forbidden Curses can feel free to try. But I guarantee, I will show you not the slightest bit of mercy. I will not only shatter your physical body, I will abolish your Cultivation Base, and I will also sever your foundation, so that you can peacefully live as an ordinary person!"

That gaze was sharp, that voice was calm, that expression was ice-cold, that figure stood straight as a spear!

Guang Qingye, from the start of the Heavenly Talent Tournament up until now, in both the First and Second stages, was the only one whose Cultivation Base had been abolished!

If he were just an ordinary Heavenly Talent, that would be one thing. Even if he were on the Earth List, or even a genius on the Heavenly List, it wouldn’t be much!

But he was Guang Qingye!

The First Divine Son, Guang Qingye!!!

Eighty percent of the people stood there in shock and horror, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Ten percent of the people had expressions that flickered between gloom and uncertainty, not knowing how to choose.

Five percent of the people stared at those Four Great Forbidden Curses, their eyes shining with an inscrutable light.

The final five percent still refused to accept this!

Those who refused to accept it did not stand out, but among those whose eyes shone with light, one person walked out from the crowd.

This was a young man. His long hair hung down to his waist, he wore a suit of black Armor, and held a faint purple Longsword in his hand. His entire being was sharp enough to pierce the heavens.

"My name is Xin Leng."

He looked at Su Han and spoke softly.

"I know."

Su Han nodded slightly. "Sword Dao Divine Child, Xin Leng."

He once spent five thousand years to comprehend the Sword Dao of Slaughter!

He once, with his own strength alone, with the Cultivation Base of the First Grade Divine Sea, using the Sword Dao of Slaughter, slew twenty-three of the Third-Grade Divine Sea, sixty-two of the Second Grade Divine Sea, and one hundred and eight of the First Grade Divine Sea!

He once focused solely on the Sword Dao, just for a trace of Enlightenment, and went into seclusion for six hundred and eighty years!

This was the legend that belonged to the Sword Dao Divine Child, Xin Leng!

Among all the Heavenly Talents of the Lower-Class Star Region, he was the only one who valued the Sword Dao above all else, who cared only for the Sword Dao!

Among all the cultivators in the Lower-Class Star Region, he was also one of the cultivators who devoted themselves most deeply to the Sword Dao!

From the vantage point of his previous-life Divine Sea Realm, even Su Han couldn’t help but admire Xin Leng.

At this moment, Xin Leng stepped forward. With a flip of his palm, he took out five Emperor’s Orders.

He kept one for himself, and tossed the other four to Su Han.

"The Emperor’s Orders, I’ll give them to you."

Xin Leng said calmly, "But I also want to try to break through these Four Great Forbidden Curses."

"Alright."

Su Han nodded, pressed his lips together, and said, "If you fail to break through, you can still remain unharmed."

"Many thanks."

Xin Leng took a deep breath, and an astonishing amount of fresh blood surged out upon his palm.

Not a single drop of this blood spilled. All of it fused into the Longsword in his hand, causing that originally light purple Longsword to turn blood-red in this instant!

"Sword Dao of Slaughter, First Form—Sorrow and Slaughter!"

Xin Leng spoke, his tone still as calm as ever.

But the Longsword in his hand was, at this moment, radiating a thick, overwhelming sorrow.

This sorrow could not be seen nor touched, yet it made many of the surrounding people feel a grief so intense they could hardly bear it.

One sword...

One arc!