Chapter 0060

Chapter 60: Heavenly Sword’s Might, World Ending Lotus!

A fierce spear light crashed down and struck Zhou Tong head-on.

There was a boom as the earth shook and a hundred feet of dust billowed into the sky.

Mo Ya smiled with cruel confidence: “Too weak, not even a challenge.” The feel of that strike was familiar and clean. Zhou Tong had to be dust by now.

Just then, the air around them turned scorching as a Fire Dragon spiraled into the sky, tearing the haze apart and lighting up everyone’s eyes.

Someone shivered and whispered: “What is this…” A calm and steady aura spread across the field. It was not harsh or overbearing, yet nothing could shake it.

Zhou Tong appeared again. A layer of firelight wrapped him like armor, turning every attack against him into steam.

Mo Ya roared: “Impossible!”

The guard captain lifted his chin and spoke with pride: “I told you, Her Majesty the Empress’s eyes are the standard. She never misjudges people.” He looked at Mo Ya in the air with pity. This pitiful fool would never understand, even at death’s door, that the young man before him was the legendary Innate Supreme.

Mo Ya snarled: “I don’t believe it. This must be a trick. Otherwise you used a treasure!”

Another thunderclap cut off his doubts. A terrifying sword force burst from Zhou Tong as if it could slice through everything in the world. Mo Ya’s eyes bulged. This power far exceeded his own. [Is this still the Harmonized Heart Realm? No, it’s a monster wearing human skin!]

Zhou Tong’s voice rang out, calm and clear: “Sixfold World Breaking Sword, Heavenly Sword, World Ending Lotus.” Behind him, a brilliant lotus bloomed and dropped straight toward Mo Ya’s crown. Destruction hid within the petals, and despair hit Mo Ya in an instant.

He screamed in madness: “No, this isn’t real. I can’t lose!” A towering Asura phantom surged up behind him. This was the terror of the Heaven Severing Realm: turning spirit into a battle avatar, where even a casual strike could move mountains and fill seas.

He raised his spear, and the Asura shadow mirrored him. In a flash they swung together, splitting into ten thousand threads of killing intent: “Asura Wild Dance, Shattering the Fleeting World!”

Blinding light washed across the All Heavens. People felt their chests clench. This was the weight of the Heaven Severing Realm.

The Asura giant met the lotus. In the next heartbeat it collapsed to dust, wiped away without a trace. Under the Heavenly Sword, the world perishes.

Mo Ya suffered the backlash at once and spat a mouthful of blood. The sight was so sharp it felt like it burned into everyone’s eyes. A Heaven Severing expert had been wounded by someone at the Harmonized Heart Realm. It felt like a bad dream.

Whispers spread through the crowd: “So this is the Guest Elder’s strength. No wonder Her Majesty favors him.” Another voice muttered: “He was hiding his true power.”

Several seedy men in the crowd exchanged looks and slipped away. They were Zhao Wu Tian’s spies. With things this strange, they had to report to their master.

Mo Ya raved with wild eyes: “This isn’t real. What did you do!”

Zhou Tong answered, his voice flat: “A dying man, why ask so much?” As the words fell, he set his stance again. An even heavier aura crashed down, several grades stronger than before. Every sign said the next blow would be world-ending.

Cold spread through Mo Ya’s hands and feet. That aura pressed him so hard he could barely twitch. “No! I don’t want to die!” he howled as bloody tears streaked down. A strong will to live burst out of him. He had been a trained death assassin who treated life and death as nothing. But facing this crushing terror, he suddenly rejected death with everything he had.

He shouted again: “You can’t kill me. I want to live!” He burned his essence blood and forced his strength up by several levels.

Just when people thought he would fight to the end, he spun and fled instead. He even flung his spear at Zhou Tong to slow him down.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Ya vanished at the horizon. He ran.

Zhou Tong’s mouth tilted in a small smile as he raised a palm and caught the spear midair. He turned the spearhead toward the direction Mo Ya had escaped and said, gentle and mocking: “How can a warrior toss away his weapon? Let me return it.”

His sword force poured into the spear. With one smooth wave, the weapon shot off, splitting the air.

People stared, stunned. A few faces changed and they rushed after the flying spear, eager to see the end.

Inside the State Preceptor’s residence, Zhao Wu Tian sipped tea in comfort. By his timing, Zhou Tong should have been cut down by now.

An agent rushed in and shouted: “Sect Master, bad news!” He was one of the watchers Zhao Wu Tian had stationed at the fight. “Mo Ya wasn’t that man’s match at all. He couldn’t even break the other’s defense.”

With a crack, Zhao Wu Tian crushed his teacup to powder. He snapped: “Nonsense!” In his plan, even if Zhou Tong won, it would be a bloody, hollow win.

A scream fell from the sky as Mo Ya slammed to his knees before him and begged: “Sect Master, save me!” His face twisted with fear, as if a ghost chased him from behind.

“You…” Zhao Wu Tian’s chest tightened. It was his first time seeing that look on Mo Ya’s face. What kind of horror could break this man’s mind?

He demanded: “What happened!”

Mo Ya gasped: “Sect Master… I suspect that guy is—”

A spear fell from the heavens and stabbed through his back, pinning him to the floor. Blood burst out with a wet pop and splattered across Zhao Wu Tian’s face.

He didn’t wipe the mess away. His eyes caught the marks on the ground. The blood had pooled into four big characters: “There will be no next time.” It read like both a taunt and a warning at once.