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From above the heavens, an immense foot descended, intertwined with divine chains, unstoppable as it cleaved through, shattering countless divine swords in its wake. Sword lights fragmented, and the entire sword formation quivered and collapsed, leaving a gaping hole torn open by the colossal foot. The explosion of divine power and resounding shockwaves reverberated, reducing mountains and palaces to rubble.

“Ah ah ah…”

Many Sword Sect experts, including elders, spat blood tossed by the violent tremors. Their expressions betrayed fear.

“The protective formation is breached?”

An assembly of elders exchanged alarmed glances. Ling Sword, too, gazed wide-eyed at the shocking event. He had not understood that Su Changsheng not only infiltrated the Ling Sword Sect but effortlessly shattered the protective formation with a single foot. This level of might surpassed that of a Seventh Heaven saintly ancestor.

“Could it be…?”

Ling Sword’s astonishment deepened as he recognized Su Changsheng’s voice, his face a mixture of disbelief and surprise.

He hadn’t anticipated Su Changsheng’s intrusion or his uncanny ability to obliterate the protective formation.

“Where are the ancestors?”

“Swiftly, summon the ancestors!”

“Hasten, only the ancestors can halt him!”

Elders beseeched anxiously. In this dire situation, only the saintly ancestors stood a chance against Su Changsheng.

Boom!

From the skies, Su Changsheng descended, his fiery eyes gleaming like twin suns. His presence sent shivers through the Ling Sword Sect’s experts, who cowered in dread.

Clang, clang, clang…

A torrent of swords emitted brilliance and vibrations. Peaks upon peaks pulsated with divine power, aiming to quell and eradicate with myriad sword auras.

Boom, boom, boom!

Undeterred, Su Changsheng stretched his hand, stars cascading like a celestial shower, suppressing the torrent of sword auras and dominating peak after peak’s strength.

“I’ve found you!”

His gaze shifted, locking onto Ling Sword in the distance. A marked terror dawned on Ling Sword’s countenance as Su Changsheng’s words reverberated through him.

“Ancestor… save me!”

Ling Sword’s heart sank as he retreated frantically, unleashing every card in his deck, including a holy weapon, in a desperate bid for survival.

“Does it matter…?”

Su Changsheng responded with indifference. With an extended hand, he pulverized all obstacles across space, obliterating each impediment until he clenched Ling Sword in his grasp. Ling Sword’s form was reduced to debris in a moment, leaving behind only a fragmented remnant soul.

“Master!”

“Su Changsheng slew the Master!”

“Where are the ancestors? Why do they not intervene?”

Elders and exceptional talents shouted in fury as they witnessed the event. An indescribable humiliation plagued the Ling Sword Sect—an attack on their own turf, the Sect Master dispatched with a single grip.

Amidst their turmoil, the saintly ancestors’ stillness irked them. Without their intervention, facing Su Changsheng would spell their doom. Sending additional experts would be futile, merely inviting swift obliteration.

“Ling Sword is no more…”

Beside Su Changsheng, Bai Yuege’s eyes glinted with a tinge of red, her gaze smoldering with hatred as she fixated on Ling Sword’s shattered remnant soul, crushed in Su Changsheng’s palm.

Ling Sword’s remnant soul— a painful reminder of his atrocities.

“Do you grasp it now, dear? This is power. Dominance such that one can stride onto their doorstep and crush their leader with a single clasp, without reproach!”

Su Changsheng’s voice carried a tone of indifference, squeezing Ling Sword’s remnant soul to dust. While his words were subdued, Ling Sword Sect’s members heard them loud and clear regardless of their cultivation levels, whether Qi Sea Realm or True Yuan Realm.

At this moment, grief, anger, humiliation, and rage contorted the expressions of the Sect’s members. Yet, even under this humiliation, they dared not confront Su Changsheng, a saintly figure. They bowed their heads, avoiding his gaze.

“This is the famed Ling Sword Sect of the True Saint Continent? The pinnacle sword sect?” Su Changsheng’s derisive snort filled the air, his scorn evident.

The mighty sword cultivators, immobilized by dread, couldn’t even unsheathe their weapons against their oppressors. A disappointing spectacle for Su Changsheng.

“Friend, that will suffice.”

At this juncture, an aged voice resounded, cutting through the atmosphere like an unyielding sword, exuding an icy chill that penetrated souls, even sending tremors through Half-Saints’ beings.

“Ancestor?!”

A collective of Ling Sword Sect’s powerhouses brightened at the sound, wishing for the Sect’s ancestors to rise and quell Su Changsheng’s audacity.

Disappointment followed. The Ling Sword Sect’s ancestors demonstrated no inclination to confront Su Changsheng. Perhaps, Su Changsheng’s breach of the protective formation had rendered them speechless.

“Not enough. I still desire the Heavenly Tribulation Lotus,” Su Changsheng declared icily. Initially open to exchanging doubled resources, the Ling Sword Sect’s disdain negated his goodwill, compelling him to claim the lotus personally. He doubted the Ling Sword Sect’s saintly ancestors were ignorant of Ling Sword’s actions and likely sanctioned them.

…

Within the ancestral domain, an aged voice faded, obscured by swirling sword light and surging mist, evoking the presence of an unparalleled being in profound slumber.

“Very well!”

Eventually, a voice resonated, and a luminous beam descended before Su Changsheng.

Present was a divine lotus, human-sized yet three meters in width, radiating dazzling purple light. Enshrouded by thunderous lightning and billowing calamity clouds, it exuded an otherworldly, divine essence. As if besieged by tribulations, it emitted an enigmatic aura.

“Exquisite!” Beside Su Changsheng, Bai Yuege blinked, her gaze filled with fascination.

“Not bad,” Su Changsheng concurred, acknowledging the authenticity of the Heavenly Tribulation Lotus.

“Farewell, Ling Sword Sect associates,” Su Changsheng bid, a smile tugging at his lips as he gestured his departure alongside Bai Yuege. He left behind an assembly of irate, humiliated Sword Sect figures.

Mystified by their ancestors’ indifference, the Sect’s inhabitants pondered the allowance of Su Changsheng’s impudence.

…

“Ling Sword Sect endured an assault by a demonic saint. Sect Master Ling Sword died in his endeavor to fend off the invader, succumbing to exhaustion. This accounts for today’s events. Disciples shall not discuss or disclose this, under penalty of death,” an impassive voice commanded—the Ling Sword Sect’s saintly ancestor.

“Agreed.”

Despite their frustration and bafflement, the command was heeded with uniform obedience. None dared defy the ancestor’s decree.

“Su Changsheng wields might surpass our assumptions.”

“He’s at least Eighth Heaven, possibly Ninth.”

“The Ling Sword Sect mustn’t provoke him. Even united, we might fail, risking annihilation.”

“Let it be. We’ll remember this. The victor remains uncertain, resting upon who falters first.”

Shortly after, the Ling Sword Sect’s ancestral domain reverberated with aged, dispassionate voices—four in total. The revelation would astonish outsiders. The Ling Sword Sect housed not three but four saintly ancestors. Astonishingly, their combined might still couldn’t contest Su Changsheng.

Meanwhile, at the Su Family’s domain…

“Resources are prepared!” Before Gu Qingge, Su Changsheng appeared alongside Bai Yuege, presenting the amassed resources. A smile lingered on his lips as he handed them to her.

“Who is she?” Gu Qingge’s attention veered from the resources, focusing on Bai Yuege by Su Changsheng’s side. Her gaze emanated… a trace of jealousy?

Was Gu Qingge envious? Su Changsheng was surprised.