“What kind of sword is this? It can assemble and disassemble at will?!”
Elder Lan was stunned, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at the sword in Jiang Tian’s hand.
The weapon was composed of rust-speckled copper coins, each engraved with cryptic runes that exuded an ancient, timeworn aura.
“With this blade—”
Jiang Tian gripped the Evil-Slaying Coin Sword, his piercing eyes brimming with arrogance. His sword-like brows lifted as he swung the weapon toward the white ape.
“—I can split the sun and moon!”
Whoosh!
No words could describe the sheer brilliance of that strike.
The sword’s radiance was so overwhelming it seemed capable of tearing through the heavens and annihilating gods.
For a fleeting moment, the world dimmed—only a razor-thin golden line remained, cutting through everything in its path.
Where the sword’s energy passed, solid ice shattered, snowflakes swirled violently, trees snapped like twigs, and massive boulders split cleanly in half, their surfaces smooth as mirrors.
Then, the unstoppable slash landed on the white ape’s skull—a head that had endured centuries of cultivation, impervious to even bullets.
Yet under Jiang Tian’s blade, the beast’s mighty muscles and unyielding bones might as well have been paper.
The sword’s edge split the ape cleanly from head to groin.
“ROOOAR—!”
The crimson-eyed ape let out a final, bloodcurdling shriek before its body split apart.
Hot blood gushed like a fountain as its colossal frame collapsed, shaking the earth and sending snow flying in all directions.
The beast that had terrorized the valley for centuries—the killer of countless men—had been slain in a single stroke.
One sword to sunder the heavens.
One strike to slay the demon.
Silence.
Then—chaos.
“My God… is he even human?!”
The Guo family’s bodyguards and the Five Poisons Sect disciples stood frozen, their voices trembling like whispers in a nightmare.
“Manipulating the world’s spiritual energy… condensing it into a blade… slaying a demonic beast in one strike… This—this must be an immortal!”
Elder Lan’s voice quivered, his face drained of color.
All traces of arrogance had vanished, replaced by raw terror and reverence.
“Grandmaster Jiang… truly is a grandmaster!”
Li Zhenwei could no longer contain his awe. He dropped to his knees, bowing as if before a deity.
“Grandmaster Jiang has avenged my humiliation by slaying this beast. This lowly one is eternally grateful!” Ghost-Kick followed suit, pressing his forehead to the ground.
“H-How… How is this possible?!”
Eagle-Eye and his men stood paralyzed, their minds refusing to accept what they had just witnessed.
To them, Jiang Tian had been nothing but an ant—yet now, he stood before them as a primordial dragon.
The shock was unbearable.
“He… He was this powerful all along?” Guo Lili’s lips trembled, her emotions in turmoil.
A storm of disbelief, elation, fear, regret, and confusion raged inside her.
Her vision blurred—all she could see was Jiang Tian’s towering figure, sword in hand, radiating dominance like a god descended to earth.
