Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

Li Chen refused to show weakness, staring straight at Jian Wuheng in the void, and shouted fiercely, "Such noise! If you want to fight, then fight; where's all this nonsense coming from?"

Jian Wuheng gritted his teeth and took a long time to squeeze out the word "Alright" between his teeth.

"Alright, since you insist on courting death, I will fulfill your wish!"

After this hysterical outburst, Jian Wuheng suddenly pushed his True Yuan to the limit, beginning to fully deploy the most domineering sword from Heavenly Sword Mountain.

"Heavenly Sword Nine Forms, Ninth Sword, Silent Annihilation Slash!"

The violent True Yuan instantly tore through the void, forming a low-pressure vortex centered around the Dragon Slayer Sword in Jian Wuheng's hand. His body was also radiating light, his sleeves bulging as they were filled with Gang wind, and his hair stood on end, resembling countless lightning rods on a tall building, mysterious and eerie.

"Shwoo!"

Jian Wuheng pointed his sword at the heavens, forming a massive magnetic field. Countless rays of light seemed to be summoned by some special force, gathering swiftly.

When this Sword Light swelled to the size of a towering mountain, reaching into the clouds, it began to split rapidly.

One gives birth to two, two to three, three to all things!

In just a moment, countless Jian Wuhengs separated, simultaneously wielding Dragon Slayer Swords, creating an extremely shocking spectacle.

"Silent Annihilation Slash!"

In the void, countless Jian Wuhengs swung countless Dragon Slayer Swords, simultaneously slashing towards Li Chen.

One strike, annihilating heaven and earth!

Zhao Yuqing and Ling Shuanghua were so tense that their little hearts were about to jump out, their palms and backs drenched in sweat.

Even Lian Hongshang, who had absolute confidence in Li Chen, subconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes, staring unblinkingly at the sky.

Li Chen's expression was unprecedentedly solemn. His pupils contracted sharply, flashing with brilliance.

Immediately, his palm brushed across the sword edge, and a stream of blood flowed out, making the entire sword burn instantly, resembling a Fire Dragon coiling around it.

Li Chen's figure also transformed into a stream of light, merging with this fiery red Sword Rainbow, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, a comet striking the moon, spanning heaven and earth.

"Man and Sword as One?"

Standing under the platform, Yuann Tiangang's pupils suddenly widened, exclaiming in disbelief.

Man and Sword as One, this is the highest realm of Sword Dao.

I am the sword, the sword is me, man and sword united, indestructible.

This is also the supreme Sword Dao he has tirelessly pursued for a thousand years.

He couldn't achieve it; his senior brother Li Chunfeng, once known as Shu Mountain Genius, couldn't achieve it either.

Unexpectedly, now a youthful lad, barely over twenty, has renewed this miraculous supreme Sword Dao.

In contrast, Zhang Daoling seemed much calmer. He stroked his silver-white beard, squinting his eyes, muttering to himself.

"Great Dao is fifty, Heavenly Calculation of 49. Missing one, it's a variable. Now, Heavenly Dao is settled, no hope in merging with the Dao. Only the impermanent, defying heaven can become a saint. It seems this little friend Li Chen is truly an anomaly in heaven and earth."

After speaking, he looked up at the sky.

Although he couldn't see the layer of restraint, he had a vague sense of it.

The entire Cultivation Realm, including earth below, was a super-prison.

For thousands of years, countless geniuses and powers have been striving to break this prison's restraint. But ultimately, it's to no avail.

If this continues, with the surge in the Cultivation Realm's population and some Super Sects and Cultivation Great Powers' relentless plunder of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Power, it won't be long before its Spiritual Power dries up like earth, until it becomes a Death Star.

It seems the Cultivation Realm is due for an absolute genius like Emperor Yu, to defy destiny, break the numerous barriers of this prison!

In Zhang Daoling's mind, amidst countless thoughts, a thunderous explosion echoed across heaven and earth.

In the sky, multicolored Magic Swords gathered like locusts. With each clash, dazzling lightning splashed out, stabbing people so they couldn't open their eyes, and in severe cases, causing temporary blindness.

If not for the strong Forbidden Barrier protecting the Ascending Dragon Platform, the entire Heavenly Dragon Peak might collapse.

"Who won?"

After the fiercest collision, someone looked around, impatiently asking.

In this moment, the world fell silent, everyone widened their eyes like gamblers awaiting the roll of the dice, staring unblinkingly at the Jade Platform where the battle unfolded.

All of a sudden!

A gust of wind swept across the hilltop, settling the dust.

On the Jade Platform, Li Chen and Jian Wuheng were locked in a stare.

Li Chen stood with his hands behind his back, the Dragon Abyss Sword in his hand with faint traces of blood dripping down.

While opposite him, Jian Wuheng's clothes were tattered, with a glaring red mark on his chest that was shocking to behold. The Dragon Slayer Sword was skewed into a nearby rock, as the wind blew over, it emitted a "swoosh" sound, as if it were growling, crying.

Li Chen looked at Jian Wuheng, calmly saying, "You've lost!"

"I..."

"Pfft!"

Jian Wuheng, emotionally charged, had just uttered the word "I" when he felt a sudden sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spewed forth with a "wah." His body swayed like a drunken man, as if he could collapse to the ground at any moment.

Thus, the victory was decided!

"Hiss!"

The entire crowd involuntarily sucked in a cold breath, even witnessing it firsthand, many still couldn't believe the reality before them. They mistakenly thought they were experiencing an illusion, rubbing their eyes vigorously.

But the result remained unchanged!

The final victor was Li Chen, not Jian Wuheng, the Chief Heavenly Pride who was heralded to heaven!

After a dead silent pause, the crowd of loose cultivators below erupted into applause that shook the mountains and seas.

They perhaps didn't know Li Chen, and some, before this, hadn't even heard his name.

However, their enthusiasm was undeterred.

Because Li Chen's identity, like theirs, was also a rootless and foundationless loose cultivator.

For thousands of years, they, the loose cultivators, were viewed as inferior by the disciples of the high and mighty Great Sects and Great Families, subjected to their exclusion, strikes, and even humiliation.

But now, Li Chen, with a resounding battle, challenged the Great Sects and Great Families.

What of loose cultivators, we can still defeat your sects' and families' prides, can't we?

By contrast, the faces of those Great Sects' and Great Families' disciples turned very unpleasant.

Many among them might also have felt annoyed with the arrogance of Jian Wuheng in everyday life. But regardless, these were grievances between sect disciples, an internal conflict of a class.

And now, Jian Wuheng represented the entire sect and family class, he was part of their same camp.

Now, Jian Wuheng lost to Li Chen, the loose cultivator, in a broader sense, it meant the sect class was inferior to the loose cultivators they always viewed as lower class, wasn't this a slap to the faces of these elite prides, how could they, always self-proclaimed Heaven's Chosen Sons, with high self-esteem, bear such humiliation?

Those giant influential figures accustomed to major storms and undisturbed in the face of Tai Mountain collapsing now also showed somewhat unsightly expressions.

Sect Leader Jian Chen of Heavenly Sword Mountain, needless to say, felt his old face was thrown to granny's house and wished to find a hole to crawl into.

The other nine Great Heavenly Sects and Four Great Super Families each had their own thoughts.

Now, Jian Wuheng's crushing defeat by Li Chen, this shocking loose cultivator, had severely shaken Heavenly Sword Mountain's prestige. Their dream of replacing Penglai Pavilion and becoming the cultivation realm overlord had turned to void.

And now, with Jian Wuheng's crushing defeat, this loose cultivator Li Chen, who shocked everyone, likely had exhausted his True Yuan and couldn't continue holding up.

As such, the seat of the Ascending Dragon Platform is now unoccupied. As for who will ultimately claim it, it truly remains uncertain.

Thinking of this, many sect leader giants witnessed an intense bright glow flicker in their eyes.

Not only did they harbor such thoughts, but the Heavenly Prides and Holy Daughters below did as well.

However, they still hadn't recovered from the shock brought by Li Chen.

Moreover, these cunning ones were still observing, hoping someone else would challenge and test this monster Li Chen to see how capable he truly was.

Li Chen stood on the Jade Platform with his hands behind his back, like a ruler overlooking those scheming Heavenly Pride elites below.

His gaze was sharp like a sword, so fierce that no one dared to meet it head-on, they all dodged and avoided.

Li Chen coldly sneered, loudly shouting, "Anyone not convinced, come up for a fight!"