Divine War Pill Emperor

Elder Qiu and Elder Han left the high platform.

They didn’t want to get involved in the conflict between the Zuo Family and Jiang Chen.

They left, sighing endlessly.

“What a shame. A genius is about to fall.”

“Born at the wrong time. It’s his misfortune to have run into Zuo Siming.”

Jiang Chen stood on the platform.

He watched Zuo Siming approach step by step. The sword in the man’s hand radiated a brilliant light, and the killing intent in his eyes was incredibly thick.

“My funeral?”

The corner of Jiang Chen’s mouth curled as he repeated the words.

Zuo Siming wanted to kill him in front of everyone, driven by humiliation and rage.

But Jiang Chen’s expression remained perfectly calm.

It was as if he couldn’t feel Zuo Siming’s killing intent at all.

“Yes. Your funeral.”

“And now, you can die.”

After taking a few more steps, Zuo Siming let out a furious roar.

His voice, like a lion’s roar, shook the entire area. Those with lower Cultivation felt their minds rumble from the force of the sound.

After all, Zuo Siming was a master of the Martial Arts Sect Third Heaven. He was, to put it mildly, terrifying.

He had already stepped into the ranks of true masters.

With that, Zuo Siming viciously swung his sword at Jiang Chen.

The Middle-Grade Treasure Artifact pulsed with a blue light.

Its killing intent was boundless.

SHREEE…

As Zuo Siming’s sword came down, it tore through space itself, unleashing a series of deafening cracks.

The nearby crowd scrambled to get away, terrified of being caught in the wake of his attack.

Zuo Tu roared with excitement.

“Brother, kill him! Kill him!”

“You’re incredible, Brother!”

Facing the attack, Jiang Chen remained calm and drew the Radiant Sun Sword he had just refined.

Although the Radiant Sun Sword was of a lower grade than Zuo Siming’s sword, Jiang Chen didn’t seem to care about the difference in their Magical Treasures.

As his opponent’s sword came slashing down, Jiang Chen poured his own Cultivation Power into the Radiant Sun Sword.

In that instant, the Radiant Sun Sword erupted with a light as brilliant as the sun, illuminating everything.

A flash of sword light shot out, viciously striking Zuo Siming’s attack.

It was a clash of swords. Sword met sword.

BOOM! RUMBLE…

A continuous roar echoed out.

Everyone could see the entire high platform nearly collapse from the force of the collision.

In the end, however, Zuo Siming’s attack was shattered by Jiang Chen’s.

This left Zuo Siming utterly astonished.

He stared at the Radiant Sun Sword in Jiang Chen’s hand.

He suddenly let out a cold laugh. “A piece of scrap metal.”

“Did you think I went all out just now?”

“Let me tell you, you’re wrong.”

“I only used thirty percent of my strength.”

“Now, witness a real strike.”

He was right; Zuo Siming hadn’t used his full power.

Now, he was finally beginning to attack with his full strength.

The light from his sword was several times more powerful than before.

He then slashed at Jiang Chen once more.

Jiang Chen said coolly, “You didn’t use your full power. You think I did?”

“Speaking of swords… Today, I’ll let you see what true Sword Intent is.”

Jiang Chen’s expression was impassive, but the Radiant Sun Sword in his hand suddenly began to glow with intense brilliance.

Immediately, the Shadowless Sword Technique circulated within his body. Shadowless Sword, Second Form: Sword Intent Startled Swan.

A wave of Sword Intent instantly coalesced from his Radiant Sun Sword.

In just a moment, a stunning projection of Sword Intent, nearly thirty meters long, formed from the Radiant Sun Sword.

At that moment, the surrounding crowd gasped and screamed in unison.

“Sword Intent! That’s Sword Intent!”

“Heavens, what powerful Sword Intent!”

The expressions on Elder Qiu and Elder Han’s faces changed drastically.

They stared in utter shock, watching Jiang Chen condense such terrifying Sword Intent.

“This… how is this possible?”

“He only has a Second Heaven Martial Arts Cultivation, how can he condense such terrifying Sword Intent?”

The appearance of Jiang Chen’s Sword Intent stunned everyone on the scene.

Even Zuo Siming’s expression faltered.

“Strike…”

Disregarding everything else, Jiang Chen brought his sword down fiercely upon Zuo Siming.

It met Zuo Siming’s all-out attack head-on.

This time, the two attacks met in an instant.

HISS!

A soft sound was heard.

The next moment, they saw Zuo Siming’s sword light instantly dissipate without a trace upon contact with Jiang Chen’s terrifying Sword Intent.

It was completely annihilated.

Zuo Siming froze.

He stared blankly as his sword light vanished, swept away by Jiang Chen’s Sword Intent.

However, though Jiang Chen’s Sword Intent had weakened slightly, its momentum was unbroken.

WHOOSH!

It came slashing toward him once more with vicious force.

Even though Zuo Siming was braced for it, Jiang Chen’s terrifying Sword Intent still made his heart seize with fear.

His face went pale, and he began to retreat frantically.

“This is bad! Young Master, get out of there!”

“Fall back! Don’t take it head-on!”

No one had expected such a sudden turn of events.

In a single instant, Jiang Chen had reversed the situation. With his Second Heaven Martial Arts Cultivation, he was forcefully suppressing Zuo Siming of the Martial Arts Sect Third Heaven.

The members of the Zuo Family cried out in alarm, shouting warnings to Zuo Siming.

Even one of the Zuo Family’s elders, Wen Xiaotian, his face ashen, rushed toward the high platform to save Zuo Siming.

Zuo Siming retreated with explosive speed.

But the Sword Intent behind Jiang Chen’s attack was simply too powerful.

Its speed was unmatched.

It slashed toward him viciously, locking onto him so that he had nowhere to run.

“No…!”

“I will not lose!”

Zuo Siming roared madly, raising his sword to block Jiang Chen’s attack with all his might.

Jiang Chen’s Sword Intent had been weakened, but it was still incredibly powerful.

Finally, Jiang Chen’s Sword Intent slammed viciously into the sword in Zuo Siming’s hand.

CRACK!

The moment Jiang Chen’s Sword Intent made contact with Zuo Siming’s sword, a sharp cracking sound rang out.

Zuo Siming looked closely.

He saw a crack spreading from the center of his sword—his Middle-Grade Treasure Artifact.

Then, it snapped in two right down the middle.

One half fell to the ground, while Zuo Siming was left clutching the other.

For a moment, Zuo Siming’s mind went completely blank.

However, Jiang Chen’s Sword Intent had not yet completely dissipated.

Though it had become faint, after shattering Zuo Siming’s sword, it continued on and slashed viciously into his body.

SPURT!

Zuo Siming was hit.

In that moment, Zuo Siming’s mouth hung open, his face a mask of terror, confusion, indignation, and even endless regret.

He had completely underestimated Jiang Chen’s Combat Power.

But nothing could have stopped Jiang Chen’s attack.

Zuo Siming was sent flying.

Like a sandbag thrown through the air, he flew helplessly backward off the platform.

Just then, Wen Xiaotian was rushing up from below the platform.

He saw what was happening.

He cried out in alarm.

“Young Master…!”

He then scrambled forward to catch Zuo Siming’s body.

However, Zuo Siming’s body still carried the residual force of Jiang Chen’s attack.

The moment Wen Xiaotian caught Zuo Siming, a violent tremor ran through his own body.

He was knocked backward by the impact.

He was sent flying twenty to thirty meters before he could finally stabilize himself.