Chapter 275: Chapter 273: You Are Unworthy!

The Profound Light Treasure Technique, a Celestial Tier Low-level Secret Technique!

This was a terrifying Secret Technique passed down from ancient times. With a realm as its core, one could use this technique to summon a World Projection.

According to ancient legends...

The ancient mighty figure who created the Profound Light Treasure Technique had once used this Secret Technique after refining the core of a world. During a heaven-shattering battle, he unleashed the Profound Light Treasure Technique, summoning a massive World Projection that sank an entire continent into the Vast Sea.

Although the Profound Light Realm that Jiang Ziyou controlled was not as vast as the one controlled by that ancient master, it was still a Void Realm with a radius of over a thousand kilometers.

With the Profound Light Realm backing her, her power was virtually inexhaustible!

Jiang Ziyou’s face was filled with arrogance. "Jiang Chen, you can die without regrets, having forced me to use the Profound Light Treasure Technique!"

The moment her voice fell.

Blindingly holy white light erupted from Jiang Ziyou’s body. The brilliant light then abruptly converged, retracting from its dazzling expanse to a ten-zhang radius around her.

The resplendent, holy, and inviolable white light condensed upon her hands.

Jiang Ziyou raised her hands above her head, her expression pious, as if she were performing the most solemn of prayers.

BZZZZ—

Above Jiang Ziyou’s head, the Celestial Vault warped dramatically, as if two massive hands of a Divine Demon from the depths of the void had forcibly torn a huge gash in the sky.

"By the command of the Profound Light Realm Heart, and with the Profound Light Treasure Technique as my guide, descend—Profound Light Realm!"

Within the massive void rift in the Celestial Vault.

A sliver of white light suddenly pierced through, followed by a second, then a third... More and more holy white light surged out from the void rift.

A colossal World Projection suddenly descended upon Martial Saint Mountain.

"Die, Jiang Chen!"

With a savage, murderous look on her face, Jiang Ziyou thrust her arms down, and the enormous World Projection charged toward Jiang Chen.

RUMBLE—

The World Projection was immense, blotting out the sky. Its terrifying pressure forced Jiang Chen back step by step, causing him to fall toward the ground.

The entirety of Martial Saint Mountain trembled violently. Mountains cracked, forests shattered, and everything seemed on the verge of being crushed into oblivion.

Dai Zhenbang’s expression changed, and his brows furrowed. His withered hands slapped out a series of profound Seal Techniques into the air. "Four Symbols God Capturing Array, activate!"

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Four huge pillars of light shot up from the four corners of Martial Saint Mountain, enveloping it in a protective barrier. Dai Zhenbang looked up, gazing at Jiang Chen and Jiang Ziyou in the void. ’What a Profound Light Treasure Technique,’ he thought. ’Since the founding of our Saint Martial Sword Sect, this is the first time a disciple has successfully mastered this treasure technique. This girl is incredible. It’s just a shame about that boy, Jiang Chen...’

At this thought, Dai Zhenbang’s deep, wise gaze flickered toward Lan Haichen.

’If Jiang Ziyou, whom Lan Haichen had carefully nurtured for a year, already possessed such tyrannical strength, then how heaven-defying must the combat power of the Saint Child, Lan Haichen, be?’

Of course, this was just a fleeting thought. His gaze swept back to the battlefield in the void.

...

Jiang Chen stood suspended in the air, facing the surging World Projection. ’This Profound Light Treasure Technique is basically a Summoning Technique,’ he mused.

’Except...’

’It summons a World Projection!’

’It crushes opponents to death with a World Projection.’

’Its power depends on the size of the projected world and the caster’s cultivation.’

Watching the World Projection hurtle toward him like a gigantic mountain, Jiang Chen’s lips curled into a disdainful sneer as he looked at Jiang Ziyou from afar. "Jiang Ziyou, I thought that with Lan Haichen’s help, you would have grown into a true expert worthy of my full strength. What a letdown. You’ve disappointed me greatly!"

"What?"

Jiang Ziyou was stunned.

Jiang Chen continued, "I admit, I was surprised that Lan Haichen helped you break through to the Heavenly Destiny Realm Fifth Stage in such a short time. But that’s all it was—surprise! Back then in Yandu City, you mocked me as a waste and chose to abandon and betray me. I told you then: fortunes rise and fall, so never bully a young man for being poor. One day, the waste you looked down upon will grow to a height you can only gaze up at in awe!"

"And today..."

Jiang Chen took a deep breath. Specks of dark golden light began to dance around his body like nimble sprites. His sword-like brows suddenly furrowed, and his voice rang out, sharp and clear as the clash of blades. "...is the day I, Jiang Chen, fulfill the vow I made!"

"Mystic Wind First Sword!"

Jiang Chen moved with his sword, soaring high into the air as fierce winds howled around him.

He thrust out the first sword!

A wave of sword light slammed into the World Projection and instantly shattered.

Unperturbed, Jiang Chen continued his assault. "Mystic Wind Second Sword!"

SWOOSH—

This strike was stronger, faster, and more condensed than the first.

With the Mystic Wind Nine Swords, the power of each strike stacked, making every sword stronger than the last!

If all nine swords were unleashed, their combined power could make the earth collapse and stop the flow of a great river forever.

Third Sword!

Fourth Sword...

Fifth Sword...

By the time he unleashed the fifth sword, the web of his hand had split open, blood streaming down. The World Projection, however, remained completely unscathed.

Jiang Ziyou burst out laughing, her voice dripping with mockery. "Jiang Chen, is this what you were relying on? I never realized you were such a comedian! Hahaha, you’re killing me... I told you, you’re just a waste, a buffoon. Why don’t you take a piss and look at your own reflection! Hahaha..."

"..."

Jiang Chen merely shot her a cold glance without a word. With a flick of his wrist, he swung the Dustfall Sword. "Mystic Wind—Sixth Sword!"

SWOOSH—

A hundred-zhang-long Sword Aura shot toward the heavens, looking as if it could shatter them all.

As this sword strike appeared, the phantoms of the first five swords, which had been shattered by the World Projection, suddenly reappeared. One after another, the sword phantoms repeated their movements, falling from the sky and merging into the hundred-zhang Sword Aura.

With each fusion, the hundred-zhang Sword Aura swelled, growing to five hundred zhang.

Eight hundred zhang...

A thousand zhang!

RUMBLE!

The heaven-shattering strike, as if descended from the Nine Heavens, came down with a deafening roar and viciously hacked into the World Projection of the Profound Light Realm.

BOOM—

The World Projection of the Profound Light Realm shuddered violently. Then, to Jiang Ziyou’s utter horror, a crack appeared. The fissure spread rapidly like a plague until, in an instant, the entire World Projection was covered in a spiderweb of fractures.

It was on the brink of collapse.

Jiang Ziyou’s eyes were wide with terror. All of her previous arrogance and confidence had vanished.

In its place were only panic, confusion, and helplessness!

"No... I haven’t lost! Block it! Profound Light Treasure Technique, block it for me!" Jiang Ziyou roared hysterically.

She repeatedly activated the Profound Light Treasure Technique, trying to reinforce the World Projection.

Standing in the air, Jiang Chen gave a cold smile and uttered a phrase that struck terror into Jiang Ziyou’s very soul: "Mystic Wind—Seventh Sword!"

BZZZ!

The seventh sword strike was unparalleled, as swift as a thunderbolt, as startling as lightning.

He thrust out the sword.

It was the straw that broke the camel’s back!

When this sword landed on the World Projection, the entire projection trembled violently. Then, with a series of CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK sounds, the massive World Projection began to disintegrate.

"Pfft—"

Jiang Ziyou’s arms suddenly exploded into a bloody mess, and she violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

Her body crashed heavily to the ground.

Half the bones in her body were shattered from the impact.

She struggled to prop herself up, wanting to get to her feet, but it was useless. She didn’t have a shred of strength left.

Despair and bewilderment washed over Jiang Ziyou’s face. ’I... I... I actually lost? I lost to that waste again? Impossible, this is impossible...’

Jiang Ziyou shook her head in agony.

Her defeat to Jiang Chen at the Yulan Festival had been a stain on her life. For over a year, she had trained relentlessly just to defeat him and wipe away her past humiliation. But now, she had lost again, and so utterly and completely. The blow was too much for Jiang Ziyou to bear.

SWOOSH—

In a flash, Jiang Chen appeared before Jiang Ziyou, staring down at the girl with an icy expression.

’Back then...’

’This was the woman who had followed me around calling me "Brother Jiang Chen" just to get a Nourishing God Pill. But the moment I awakened a Yellow Tier First Grade Martial Soul and was deemed a waste, she ruthlessly abandoned me.’

’This was also the woman who, for the sake of a Saint Martial Order...’

’...tried to kill me time and time again.’

’And after I defeated her at the Yulan Festival, it was because of her that I suffered the greatest humiliation of my life. I will never forget how heart-wrenching and agonizing Lan Haichen’s cold, arrogant, and disdainful gaze was. I have buried that pain and hatred in my heart for over a year.’

Until today, when he could finally fulfill the vow he had made.

"Jiang Ziyou, you have lost! I will now fulfill my vow. From this day forward, there will be no Jiang Ziyou in this world!"

Jiang Chen’s expression was cold as he raised the Dustfall Sword in his hand.

"No... Brother Jiang Chen, please, don’t kill me..." Jiang Ziyou pleaded.

Jiang Chen shook his head coldly. "Too late!"

He swept his longsword, about to bring it down.

However...

Just as he was about to strike, an icy aura pierced through the air, followed by a familiar, arrogant, and domineering voice: "Ziyou is my woman. You want to take her life? You’re not worthy!"

[Third update!]