CHAPTER 549: CHAPTER 549: NEVER DESPAIR

In the past, I always believed that as long as Ye Wudao appeared, he would surely be the victorious sword. Even more so, he yelled fanatically, "Impossible—how could this happen! As the sect guardian, he was meant to be invincible, he was... he couldn’t fail!"

She immediately fixed her gaze on the cold and chilling Fairy floating in the sky.

Yun Han Immortal regained awareness after Elder Ling Jian spotted her, took a deep breath, and muttered, "What’s this palace doing?" He hadn’t died. But what... what was this fear?

Wasn’t he supposed to be dead?

The Old Swordsman was chastised by Yun Han Immortal and immediately looked at the pit before him.

A long whistle shattered the silence, and suddenly, a figure like that appeared before her and all present. Earlier, Yang Tian slammed the ground—the guardian of Divine Sword Sect, Ye Wudao, was here.

But at this moment, Ye Wudao was no longer the composed figure from before he’d departed.

His clothes were in tatters, his face pale, and even his robe—symbolizing the supreme status of the sect under God’s Sword—was stained with dust. He stared blankly at Yang Tian and said, "You... how did you... how did you do it?"

"How did you do it?"

Yang Tian grinned knowingly, naturally understanding Ye Wudao’s question!

It was merely his physical defense, so tenacious, so execrable!

No matter how strong Ye Wudao’s body, imbued with Jianxin, was, so many flaws could still be seen within!

But flaws were still flaws; they would require immense power to break through!

Unfortunately, Yang Tian’s Devilish Golden Body was that of a supreme giant, devouring spirit and magic alike to dominate this world, and overwhelming the essence and soul of every dreamscape!

That indomitable defense—only the best magic weapons could leave faint marks upon his flesh, and non-immortal weapons could never destroy him!

This means that, when confronting Ye Wudao’s Jianxin-infused body, Yang Tian could instantly discern every flaw in his techniques, allowing him to triumph without expending any moves!

Thus, Yang Tian relied on his robust physique; with or without techniques, if one couldn’t surpass it, he would remain invincible!

One could call it an egregiously shameless approach, yet it rendered all opponents helpless!

This was precisely why Yang Tian dared to venture alone into this world of cultivation, fortified by the confidence to rescue Chen Xue from the elite ranks of Shenjian Gate.

"You’ve lost!"

Yang Tian shot a downward glance at Ye Wudao, his words carrying the weight of quiet condemnation.

"Lost? Ridiculous!"

Ye Wudao glared at Yang Tian with the same arrogance and loftiness he’d demonstrated toward him before. Enraged, he let out a prolonged whistle, summoning a distant force with an extended hand: "The treasured sword approaches!"

Clang!

Suddenly, close to where Divine Sword Sect kept its guardians, the sound of a sword’s resonating hymn rang out as Ye Wudao stretched his hand forward!

What followed was the sight of a long Golden Dragon soaring into the sky. It roared ferociously within Ye Wudao’s grasp and transformed into a treasure sword entwined with the Golden Dragon!

"Nine Treasures Golden Dragon Sword!" The sect guardian... the sect leader had finally employed the Nine Treasures Golden Dragon Sword!

In that instant, Shenjian Gate’s disciples appeared, their faces brimming with astonishment and excitement.

Even embedded in their cheers was the certainty of victory.

As if the mere appearance of the Nine Treasures Golden Dragon Sword guaranteed failure for Yang Tian, and unquestionable triumph for Ye Wudao.

Nothing else mattered!

Because the Nine Treasures Golden Dragon Sword was the Divine Sword Sect’s ultimate treasure—a masterpiece that only a sect leader could wield.

Imagine, amidst darkness, when many major sect elders from Yanyang Jianlu Sect witnessed Yang Tian’s Golden Body cleaving through the heavens, the shock and greed in their eyes indicated just how extraordinary and rare supreme magic weapons truly were.

As for Ye Wudao, he had never considered it necessary to wield the Nine Treasures Golden Dragon Sword against Yang Tian.

But once he did, his earlier arrogance immediately returned. He sneered, "Kid, how presumptuous of you to force this sect to wield the Sword. However, this marks your tragedy’s beginning—because at this moment, the sword of our leader can obliterate everything!"

As he spoke, Ye Wudao cleaved the sword forward, which instantly fragmented into countless beams of sword-light, all converging upon the center where Yang Tian stood.

"Would you perish now? Would you truly perish... Die now? The sect leader... has the sect leader fallen?"

Murong Yan stood frozen in place, her previous numbness overtaken by trembling, and eventually, full-blown hysteria!

The indefatigable Brother Wudao!

The epitome of Shenjian Gate, one of the four strongest sects within the cultivation domain—guardian of Divine Sword Sect.

Blessed with Jianxin-imbued physique, he was revered and extolled for centuries. The emergence of Divine Sword Sect was likened to the revolutionary acts of ancestral first strikes.

Even the three Grandmasters positioned above, and minor clans like Azure Dragon Sword Sect, dared not claim victory over Ye Wudao!

Let alone Ye Wudao possessing the Divine Sword Sect’s ultimate treasures: Nine Treasures Golden Dragon Sword and True Sect Treasure.

A sword capable of shaking the heavens and shattering the earth!

Yet now, such a monumental figure lay dead!

Slain by Yang Tian!

"He... he cannot simply be mortal, can he? Perhaps... he is nothing less than the reincarnation of an Immortal!" Xue Murong muttered blankly to herself.

Xue Murong, the Elder of Spirit Sword, and the disciples surrounding him—all from Divine Sword Sect—felt their world collapsing!

Before the death of Shenjian Gate’s elder, there remained the weakest among Ling Jian elders. Though fearful, despair hadn’t yet taken root.

After all, with Ye Wudao present, the sect leader ensured Shenjian Gate wouldn’t fall!

Its dominance over the Northern Region was unquestionable!

But now, even the sect guardian Ye Wudao had perished!

What remained of Shenjian Gate?

What could still command the Northern Region?

More importantly, the true reasons for Yang Tian’s rampage through Chenjian Sect were yet unclear.

At this moment, who could dare obstruct this unfathomable Yang Tian?

As these thoughts ravaged their minds, unbridled terror spread through their hearts!

Because at that moment, Yang Tian stored away the malevolent blade, descending step by deliberate step from the skies.

Though his footsteps were inaudible, for reasons unknown, with each step Yang Tian took, their hearts raced uncontrollably. Until Yang Tian stood before them, the countless disciples of Chenjian Sect collapsed, trembling on the ground, verging on fainting!

"Will you surrender to me?"

Yang Tian landed heavily on the ground, his words pronounced slowly and deliberately.

Whoosh!

Immediately, a shadow darted forward at an extraordinary speed toward Yang Tian—a figure that turned out to be Yun Han Immortal, the Taoist consort of Ye Wudao, and the wife of Shenjian Gate’s leader, embroiling herself in a terrible conspiracy surrounding Chen Xue!

However, by now, Yun Han Immortal was no longer the arrogant swordswoman who exchanged words with others, nor the disdainful entity who first met Yang Tian.

The entirety of her being quivered in terror as she knelt before Yang Tian, pleading softly, "Rise... rise high above, my superior. What is it that you seek?"

"Where is Chen Xue?"

Yang Tian wasted no breath on pleasantries and questioned pointedly.

"Chen Xue?"

Upon hearing this name, Yun Han Immortal was stunned, her heart leaping in trepidation. As Yang Tian wielded the force that felled Ye Wudao just to summon her, she couldn’t understand what had unfolded.

She even entertained vain fantasies that perhaps Yang Tian coveted her beauty and meant to imprison her in a royal harem.

But she had never once anticipated that Yang Tian’s first words would concern Chen Xue.

"Could it... really be... Has Chen Xue invoked some monstrous calamity? Could she have brought this unimaginable disaster upon my Divine Sword Sect? But isn’t Chen Xue merely a subordinate? How could she have angered him so?"

Yun Leng Immortal’s mind raced with questions, disregarding the controversy surrounding Chen Xue and Yang Tian’s fury. She immediately offered, "Please... please rise, esteemed master. I—I didn’t know it was Chen Xue that provoked you. I—I shall personally bring her forth for you to deal with as you please!"