The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1094: Ultimate Sword Intent

Chapter 1094: Chapter 1094: Ultimate Sword Intent

Luo Shixin held a spear within the Black Qilin, a creature whose shoulders towered ten thousand zhang high, its galloping form spectacular, possessing a momentum that seemed as if it could not be blocked by mountains or rivers.

All the creatures watching the battle were so frightened they retreated, while facing Luo Shixin, Yang Beiming proceeded as if he were a god.

Billions of sword shadows floated behind him, far surpassing the Sword Master of the Xuandang Great World by countless times.

After all, each of Yang Beiming’s sword shadows contained supreme sword intent, and randomly taking one out was enough to instantly kill the Sword Master’s million sword shadows.

Meanwhile, the Sword Master also watched the battle tensely from atop the city wall.

"Is this the strength of the universe’s number one sword god..."

The Sword Master murmured to himself, being the top swordsman of the Xuandang Great World, he had never imagined that the Sword Dao could reach such heights.

It was something he had never dared to think of before.

Billions of sword intents behind Yang Beiming were so powerful that they left him breathless.

It was hard to imagine what a terrifying experience it would be to face Yang Beiming directly.

"The Qilin... actually has the aura of Chaos..."

Yang Beiming raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. The next second, the sword intent behind him suddenly shot out.

One after another, like a torrential rain pouring forth, the sword intent shook the stars, causing numerous creatures to feel the intense light attacking them and hastily close their eyes.

Luo Shixin, riding the Black Qilin, collided head-on.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

One by one, the sword shadows were shattered, turning into countless light spots, as Luo Shixin roared while charging forward.

The entire starry sky seemed to quiver, and as the creatures fixed their gaze, they saw the silhouette of the Black Qilin against the backlit scene of billions of sword shadows, like a bright sun, creating an extremely spectacular sight.

The collapsed sword shadows refracted dazzling light, and though the sword intent dissipated, it still possessed the power to attack, shattering all surrounding stars and meteorites.

"This guy..."

Fenghuang gritted her teeth, shielding her face with her right arm, her eyes fixed on the Black Qilin, filled with shock.

Against such a Yang Beiming, Luo Shixin could still push forward through the sword intent.

Could it be that Luo Shixin’s physical body had reached an indestructible state?

Little did others know, as the progenitor of the Qilin, in that era before the Dao emerged, physical cultivation was the sole path of cultivation.

The physical bodies of the Qilin progenitor, the Ancestral Dragon, and the Primordial Phoenix had reached the pinnacle, hardly behind the twelve ancestor witches.

"I just don’t believe I can’t tear you apart!"

Luo Shixin’s roar was deafening, rupturing the eardrums of many bystanders.

His fury in the late Manifesting Saint stage was absolutely a nightmare.

Unfortunately, he was facing Yang Beiming.

The number one person in this universe.

The Sword God, the god of the Sword Dao.

Yang Beiming strode forward, the bright sun formed by billions of sword shadows behind him moving with him, each shadow passing by his side rushing towards Luo Shixin.

The Black Qilin ran swiftly, still obstructed by the continuous sword intents.

Just as it seemed they were about to collide again with Yang Beiming.

Yang Beiming’s eyes widened, and two golden lights shot out from his eyes, clearly two supreme sword intents containing the ultimate laws of destruction.

He truly epitomized the pinnacle of the Sword Dao, transcending ancient and modern times, capable of unleashing world-destroying sword intents simply by opening his mouth or glaring.

The two supreme sword intents, passing through countless other sword shadows, plunged like two meteorites into the head of the Black Qilin.

In an instant, the sword intent exploded, and the Black Qilin was directly disintegrated.

"Puh—"

Luo Shixin spat out blood and was flung backwards, ultimately proving somewhat weaker against Yang Beiming.

Of course, even for Yang Beiming, killing Luo Shixin would be extremely difficult.

In the past, the Great Tribulation that destroyed the world had given the Qilin progenitor the opportunity for reincarnation, let alone now.

Luo Shixin flew backwards for hundreds of millions of li, soon to crash into the Qin Immortal Realm, when three figures flew out from within the Qin Immortal Realm.

It was Fuxi, Patriarch Bodhi, and Qiang Liang.

The rest of the gods and demons also came out to watch the fight, witnessing Luo Shixin’s defeat with disbelief on their faces.

Last time in the Xuandang Great World, Luo Shixin had obliterated the army of the Night Return Great World with a single punch, which had shocked them.

They had not expected Luo Shixin to lose so quickly in front of Yang Beiming.

Fuxi and Patriarch Bodhi simultaneously raised their hands and each pressed on one of Luo Shixin’s shoulders, holding him back.

Qiang Liang then strode towards Yang Beiming, as if there was an invisible path leading to him. With every step spanning millions of miles, he took several steps in a second, the wild winds he stirred up blowing away the broken stars along the way.

"Qiang Liang has made his move!"

Someone exclaimed; Qiang Liang, known for his battles against Wei Yue and Chen Wujin, was already a superstar existence in the universe, far more famous than Luo Shixin.

Upon seeing Qiang Liang take action, Di Tianwu’s face turned unnatural.

Mo Xuanzi followed up, waving his arm and shouting, "Qiang Liang, kill him!"

Since he wasn’t close with Yang Beiming and wanted to forge a relationship with Qin Jun, it was easy for him to choose a side at this moment.

But his words made the surrounding creatures look at him oddly; however, recognizing him, they immediately silenced themselves.

Heaven’s proud could speak recklessly, but they dared not.

Meanwhile, Qiang Liang had already approached within ten thousand miles of Yang Beiming. His right hand tightly grasped a thunder spear, sparking with electricity, like the celestial strategist’s weapon.

Yang Beiming, expressionless, continued advancing with billions of sword shadows.

When they were ten miles apart, Qiang Liang suddenly hurled the thunder spear from his hand.

Whoosh—

The thunder spear tore through the spiritual energy, arriving in front of Yang Beiming’s face in the blink of an eye.

Yang Beiming’s pupils didn’t even shrink as the thunder spear stopped just centimeters from his face, nearly blowing his head apart.

Everything seemed to fall into sudden silence.

Qiang Liang was slightly moved by the sight, but before he could think further, the thunder spear in front of Yang Beiming dissipated into strands of electricity.

Creepy!

Thrilling!

Yang Beiming had neutralized Qiang Liang’s thunder spear without even making a move.

The multiple tens of thousands of meters wide sword shadow sun behind him continued to follow in his advance, making even Qiang Liang feel his own insignificance and an inexplicable unease stirring in his heart.

"Damn it! I don’t believe it!"

Qiang Liang roared, instantly activating his Ancestral Witch true form.

His stature soared to one hundred thousand meters, wrapped in thunder and lightning, holding snakes in his hands and donning a tiger head, howling at the starry sky.

The one hundred thousand meters tall figure was terrifying, causing countless creatures to gasp in awe.

"Is this a deception?"

"No, it’s manifesting power and form!"

"Can your manifesting power and form grow this big?"

"Could it be his true form? His—what race is he anyway?"

"Such a powerful aura, able to stand equal to Yang Beiming."

Yang Beiming was also shocked; at this moment, Qiang Liang in his Ancestral Witch true form was not much smaller than the sword shadow sun behind him.

And he had to look up at Qiang Liang.

"Interesting... Qin Immortal Realm is not simple."

Yang Beiming muttered to himself, but he was not intimidated.

The stone sword at his feet quickly flew into his hand; clearly, he was getting serious.

Qiang Liang, with a fierce face, looked down at Yang Beiming, his right fist falling. With his current size, even just his fist was comparable to a mountain.

"It’s been a long time since I last let you unsheathe."

Yang Beiming caressed the stone sword in his hand affectionately, countless sword shadows behind him automatically defending, rushing towards Qiang Liang’s fist one after another.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

Explosions erupted one after another, the intense light momentarily engulfing Yang Beiming’s figure, while Qiang Liang, with his colossal size, seemed like a giant targeting a tiny ant, making distant creatures only able to see him.