Black killing intent and aura intertwined, in the hands of the Imperial Tutor, it was a black long sword. The sword was seven feet long, with a black hilt and a black body through which blood flowed. The hilt was entwined with black patterns. This sword was extremely eerie. Chen Tian's divine pupils scanned all the information about the long sword. Chen Tian was not flustered at all. So what if the opponent used a weapon?
Chen Tian assumed a punching stance, with the power of five elements converging on his left fist. A multicolored vortex spun and condensed into his fist, releasing a terrifying aura. The Imperial Tutor's expression became solemn, and he thought to himself in shock, 'Were the previous five punches not his full strength? Just how powerful is this guy?'
The Imperial Tutor dared not imagine, for Chen Tian's current punch felt more than ten times stronger than the previous five. If he hadn't had his divine sword, this clone wouldn't have been able to withstand this blow. The multicolored vortex in Chen Tian's hand completely vanished, and his fist turned multicolored. The fist blazed, and a giant fist shadow shot straight towards his face.
The Imperial Tutor said confidently, 'Foolish. How can you defeat me, who wields my divine sword?'
He brandished the black long sword, and with a light slash, a black sword energy shot out, like the first ray of light from the horizon. It pierced through Chen Tian's fist shadow and flew directly towards Chen Tian's figure. Chen Tian shot out his palm. Seeing Chen Tian's action, the Imperial Tutor scoffed, 'You're courting death! You intend to block this move head-on.'
The Imperial Tutor knew the power of his attack. Chen Tian's attempt to block it head-on was undoubtedly suicidal. He had never been defeated by this move. Once the sword is drawn, death follows!
The multicolored light on Chen Tian's palm instantly transformed into nine-colored light. Simultaneously, illusory dragon and phoenix figures coiled around his arm, with dragon scales and phoenix fire covering his arm and palm. This black sword energy could not advance an inch within Chen Tian's palm. Chen Tian simply clenched his hand, and with a bang, the black sword energy exploded.
The Imperial Tutor's eyes widened as he stared at Chen Tian, his jaw nearly dropping. Was this move resolved just like that? He couldn't believe it.
The Imperial Tutor swung his long sword repeatedly, unleashing countless black sword energies in all directions, forming an ocean of sword qi. Chen Tian was enveloped within it, and countless sword energies shot towards him. Chen Tian's arm returned to normal, and he said with a sneer, 'This is what you call swordplay? Inferior swordplay is always inferior.'
In Chen Tian's eyes, the Imperial Tutor's swordplay was like a child playing with a broadsword, completely lacking any merit. Chen Tian possessed memories from both the cultivation world and the divine world. In both worlds, he was a sword cultivator. Having inherited their memories, Chen Tian's swordsmanship had reached an unparalleled level. However, Chen Tian preferred dual-wielding weapons and rarely used swords.
'Alas, allow me to show you what swordplay truly is!'
Chen Tian sighed, knowing that this clone would be destroyed by him soon anyway. He might as well demonstrate some sword skills.
The ocean of sword qi surged towards Chen Tian. Chen Tian brought his fingers together, using them as a sword. Five-colored sword qi flowed on his fingers, and a river of stars appeared behind him. The starlight and the river of stars gradually entered Chen Tian's fingers. A humming sound reverberated throughout the domain. Chen Tian raised his finger, and a phantom long sword materialized on it. Chen Tian swept his finger in a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree arc. The terrifying ocean of sword qi dissipated before the phantom of Chen Tian's sword, without a trace of its power remaining.
The Imperial Tutor's eyes were filled with horror. Chen Tian's move had astounded him. What kind of sword dao was this? The Imperial Tutor didn't know, but he knew that his swordplay was garbage compared to Chen Tian's.
Chen Tian slowly walked towards the Imperial Tutor. Just as the Imperial Tutor was about to make a move, Chen Tian merely glanced at him. The Imperial Tutor's arms exploded, and he had no idea when Chen Tian had made his move.
Chen Tian's face was filled with killing intent as he coldly shouted, 'I'm done playing with you. I have other matters to attend to.'
'You, you can't kill me! My main body is in seclusion. If you kill me, he will never forgive you when he emerges, nor will the dynasty.'
The Imperial Tutor was now somewhat terrified. Chen Tian was like a devil. From the beginning of the battle until now, the opponent had merely been playing. What kind of monstrous talent was this? Had he not even used his full strength?
In the Imperial Tutor's eyes, this was Chen Tian's full strength. In Chen Tian's eyes, full strength meant using all his trump cards. A mere clone of the Imperial Tutor hadn't even forced out his fourth-grade spells or his primal fusion power. Was this considered going all out?
Chen Tian pressed forward step by step, but where could the Imperial Tutor's clone escape? The entire surrounding area had been sealed by Chen Tian's domain. Moreover, after the battle and the previous moves, the clone's strength was almost depleted. Continuing to fight would only lead to death.
Chen Tian flicked his finger. *Whoosh!* *Splat!*
Head and body separated. The Imperial Tutor's body dissipated. After all, it was just a clone, so there was no corpse. Chen Tian's nine-colored domain receded, and he vanished into the sky with a flash.
At night, an enraged roar echoed from the imperial palace. Chen Tian was resting in an inn. In two days, the mystic realm would open, and Chen Tian only needed to wait.
As for the people of the imperial palace, Chen Tian was not afraid. His ability to "cross the sea under camouflage" allowed him to completely conceal himself and even change his appearance, making it impossible for anyone to detect him. He didn't believe that this dynasty possessed such a treasure.
For two days, Chen Tian remained in the inn, not going out or receiving guests, cultivating in his room. There was surprisingly little information about the Holy God Realm, mainly because the system remained tight-lipped, citing insufficient permissions and strength. However, after the system's latest update, Chen Tian could now actively cultivate to speed up fusion.
Only the chaotic origin was more difficult to fuse than other origins. The fusion speed only increased during combat. The Divine Strike Mystic Realm was an opportunity.
Two days quickly passed. As the sun rose, Chen Tian opened his eyes. His purple eyes were filled with mist. Chen Tian exhaled a breath of turbid air and then said with satisfaction, "Not bad. In two days, I've cultivated the Supreme Divine Eye. I have another move in my arsenal. However, the Supreme Divine Eye is only in its first stage, Soul Refinement. It's still too difficult to cultivate it to the great accomplishment stage."
Chen Tian was not in a hurry. In the past two days, Chen Tian discovered that cultivating martial arts techniques could also accelerate the fusion process. So, Chen Tian delved into his memories to find martial arts to cultivate. The Supreme Divine Eye was one of them. The first stage, Soul Refinement, was enough for Chen Tian to instantly kill some people.
"The mystic realm should be opening soon. It's time to go."
Chen Tian looked at the imperial palace square and vanished from his room. On the square, the crowd was a sea of people. Most of the martial artists here were drawn by the Divine Strike Mystic Realm, as who wouldn't want a chance for inheritance? For Chen Tian, it was useless, but for these martial artists, it was more important than their lives.
Strength is paramount. The weak should be slaughtered, and the strong will always dominate the weak. This is an unchanging law, the same in every world.
No matter how much power or wealth you possess, I can shatter it with a single punch. In the face of power, everything else is an illusion.
Chen Tian's figure appeared below the square like a ghost. The square was surrounded and guarded by generals. On the central stage, a black and white vortex appeared. Soldiers stood guard. Chen Tian's divine pupils provided information: these soldiers were all at the first rank of the Royal Dao realm. Truly worthy of a dynasty.
Chen Tian had underestimated the dynasty. He had originally thought the dynasty was not worth fearing, but now it seemed he really couldn't reveal his identity.
There were over thirty first-rank Royal Dao realm experts on this square alone. Chen Tian could kill them instantly, but he understood the principle that even an ant could kill an elephant if there were enough of them. And this was just the visible force; who knew how many martial artists were hidden behind the scenes.
If Chen Tian were exposed, it would be difficult to escape. A voice sounded in Chen Tian's ear, 'Brother, are you interested in teaming up? We can find opportunities for inheritance in the Divine Strike Mystic Realm together.'
Chen Tian turned and saw a chubby little fellow with an aura reaching the third rank of the Martial rank. Chen Tian replied, "Sure!"
"Brother, what were you just thinking about? My name is Pang Yuan. May I ask what your name is?"
"Chen Xuan!"
Chen Tian used a false name. It was better not to use his real name given the special circumstances. Pang Yuan patted Chen Tian's shoulder and said, "Brother Chen Xuan, how about we go and get some treasures of opportunity in the mystic realm together?"
Looking at Pang Yuan's fawning demeanor, Chen Tian didn't need to think; this guy was definitely not a good person. But Chen Tian wasn't afraid. What was there to agree to?
Besides, he was unfamiliar with the mystic realm. It was his first time entering, and who knew where the trials were located? Having a guide at least meant he wouldn't get lost.
Chen Tian calmly asked, "May I ask, young friend Pang Yuan, what kind of treasure of opportunity is it?"
"Accompany me..."
Before he could finish, he made a series of gestures. Chen Tian's expression instantly changed. So this was the treasure of opportunity the little chubby guy was talking about!
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Chen Tian never imagined that he would one day have to go grave robbing.
That's right, the chubby little fellow in front of him was talking about grave robbing. This was the first time Chen Tian had ever done such a thing.
"Ahem, ahem, ahem! Silence, silence!"
A voice echoed through the sky. An old man appeared above the square. The old man's voice boomed, "The mystic realm is opening. Martial artists of the Royal Dao realm are forbidden from entering. The Luo Yun Dynasty will not be responsible for your life or death. The mystic realm is now open. Those who wish to enter, please do so."
After the old man finished speaking, he led the soldiers away. Instantly, countless people rushed in to enter the mystic realm. Chen Tian was already approaching the entrance to the mystic realm when he noticed Pang Yuan hadn't followed. He turned around and saw that the guy was only halfway there. Was his walking speed really that slow?
Chen Tian's figure moved to Pang Yuan's side, sighing helplessly, "I'll take you. Otherwise, you won't know when you'll be able to enter the mystic realm."
He directly picked up Pang Yuan. Chen Tian couldn't understand. A martial rank expert, why was his walking speed so slow? Was it for some other reason or was he doing it deliberately?
Chen Tian transformed into a beam of light and entered the mystic realm. When there were no more martial artists on the square, the old man who had presided over the event returned. He touched the stage beneath his feet, and patterns emerged from the stage before disappearing.
If Chen Tian were here, he would surely realize that the Divine Strike Mystic Realm was a trap. As for what the Luo Yun Dynasty was plotting, no one knew. It was a pity that Chen Tian entered the mystic realm and did not witness this scene.
Inside the mystic realm, Chen Tian and Pang Yuan appeared. After a dizzying spin, Chen Tian regained his senses, and the chubby fellow in his hands fell to the ground.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Chen Xuan, couldn't you have been gentler? Falling from such a height, my bones!"
Chen Tian's face darkened. A martial rank expert, and he was afraid of breaking his bones? Was he kidding him?