Ye Wushuang’s sword strike was overwhelmingly powerful—annihilating three hundred thousand soldiers in an instant. This made everyone truly realize the terror of a sword cultivator.
Every witness was left utterly stunned, their jaws slack in disbelief.
Many sword cultivators who saw this technique trembled uncontrollably, overcome with awe.
“One sword to break all techniques, one slash to vanquish three hundred thousand troops—this is the pinnacle of sword cultivation!”
“Since ancient times, sword cultivators have never been renowned across the heavens. But today, the Divine Dragon Empress’s strike will shake the three thousand great worlds and proclaim the might of us sword cultivators!”
“With a single stroke, she obliterated three hundred thousand enemies. With the Empress leading our path, how could the way of the sword not flourish?!”
The sword cultivators were electrified, as if witnessing the golden age of sword mastery from the primordial era.
Ye Wushuang’s strike gave countless people the illusion of reliving that legendary epoch, sending many into a daze of reverie.
Meanwhile, the surviving Immortal Kings couldn’t suppress their shivering.
Though they were of the same realm as the Divine Dragon Empress, their strength was incomparable to hers.
Desperate, they wailed:
“Save us, Commander! Hurry!”
“Help us! We don’t want to die!”
Their pleas reached their commanders clearly, but the response didn’t come from them—it came from Zongzheng Liu Ning.
“Hahaha! Your commanders can’t even save themselves, yet you beg for their aid?!”
“You’d do better to think of how to save them instead!”
With that, Liu Ning hammered the void with devastating force, sending shockwaves through space.
The disturbance faintly revealed the scene within the void—the Immortal Emperors, straining to hold up the Heavenly Dragon War Banner, were barely enduring.
The gap between Immortal Emperors and Celestial Sovereigns was insurmountable.
Though Liu Ning hadn’t fully ascended to the Celestial Sovereign realm, he had surpassed the Immortal Emperor level, reaching the half-step Sovereign stage.
Coupled with his cultivation of the Eight-Nine Heavenly Art, his offensive and physical prowess were peerless.
Against his full power, even the combined might of these Immortal Emperors was no match.
With the banner’s defenders struggling to hold on, how could they possibly rescue others?
Realizing the hopelessness of their situation, the Immortal Kings of the Heavenly Dragon Legion broke down.
“No! I don’t want to die!”
“Break through! Fight our way out and call for reinforcements!”
The instinct to survive was strong—especially for these Immortal Kings, who had spent countless years reaching their current cultivation. They refused to perish here.
Without hesitation, many bolted for escape.
An Immortal King’s speed was terrifying. Unhindered by formations, they could traverse tens of thousands of miles in an instant, crossing multiple provinces.
In the blink of an eye, many vanished from sight.
But the moment they disappeared, the swords that had fallen to the ground earlier shot back into the sky.
They hovered in perfect formation—countless blades, yet meticulously ordered, like an army awaiting Ye Wushuang’s command.
Gripping his Sovereign-tier sword, Ye Wushuang unleashed the Three Lives Sword Technique.
With a thunderous cry, he declared:
“Sword aura stretches thirty thousand miles, one blade chills nineteen provinces!”
In that instant, the hovering swords vanished—streaking after the fleeing Immortal Kings.
The Three Lives Sword Technique imbued them with unparalleled lethality.
Some blades struck from the past, materializing before the kings without warning.
Others descended from the future, erupting from within their bodies to pierce vital points.
Most, however, carried overwhelming force, shooting toward their targets with blinding speed.
The sheer might of the attack struck terror into the Immortal Kings before the swords even reached them.
They sensed—this strike would claim their lives.
Across the Divine Dragon Empire, countless cultivators and commoners looked up to see a sky filled with flying swords.
The spectacle burned itself into their minds, unforgettable.
The swords’ immense sword intent even granted epiphanies to many.
Then, the blades arrived before the fleeing Immortal Kings.
A chorus of horrified screams erupted:
“NO—!”
These kings fought desperately, unleashing their strongest defenses.
But when the swords descended, resistance proved futile.
The overwhelming sword intent obliterated them on the spot.
Even those who activated life-saving talismans like Substitution Charms met the same fate.
The sword intent locked onto their souls—pursuing them relentlessly, erasing their spirits completely.
Whether they substituted once, twice, or thrice, it changed nothing.
Only after their utter annihilation did the swords return.
As the blades flew back, the citizens of the Divine Dragon Imperial City could feel the lingering killing intent.
Many Immortal Kings, sensing the distant aftermath, gasped in horror.
The escaped kings were gone—not fled, but eradicated.
Ye Wushuang’s single strike had reduced them to nothingness, their essence returned to the world.
Fellow Immortal Kings, yet they hadn’t survived a single move.
This left many questioning—was the Divine Dragon Empress truly just an Immortal King?
Or was her realm far higher?
None could guess, but their reverence for her deepened.
Such power was beyond them—even the Immortal Emperors wondered if they could match her lethality.
Regardless, the Empress had displayed her might in this battle, etching her terror into all hearts.
This time, the people’s respect was genuine.
But just as Ye Wushuang finished dealing with the Heavenly Dragon Legion, a disheveled figure burst onto the scene…
