Talk About Bragging, How Do You Really Have The Qualifications Of The Great Emperor?

Chapter 100: If you don't return, then you won't return (Fourth Update)

The Sword Immortal is very powerful.

There is no doubt about this. As a Sword Immortal who has achieved Transcending Tribulation through the way of the sword, he specializes in using one sword to break ten thousand laws.

No matter what tricks the opponent has up their sleeve, I fearlessly face them with my sword.

Facing enemies hundreds or even thousands of times stronger than myself, the white-robed Sword Immortal does not retreat even half a step. The aura emanating from his body becomes even sharper and more intimidating.

Clang~!!

The surging and mighty sword qi is like a divine dragon emerging from the sea, spanning thousands of feet and sweeping away thousands of soldiers.

In the terrifying onslaught of the sword qi, countless evil spirits wail, and endless demonic energy dissipates into nothingness, causing one's blood to surge uncontrollably.

Unfortunately.

Compared to the endless demonic clouds and the endless Demon Race, the ones the white-robed Sword Immortal has killed are simply insignificant, completely negligible.

With one sword, he can cut through the demonic clouds, but soon they will be covered by even denser demonic clouds.

With one sword, he can slay the Demon Race, but soon more Demon Race will fill in the gaps. Compared to the total number of Demon Race, there is almost no visible weakening.

The white-robed Sword Immortal.

In the end, there is only one person.

Even if his sword qi is flourishing.

It is still impossible for him to single-handedly annihilate the endless Demon Race.

In the end.

The endless demonic clouds surge, and the sword light within the clouds gradually dims, no longer as unstoppable and awe-inspiring as before.

Boom~

The Sword Immortal's attack weakens slightly, but the demonic clouds instantly become even more rampant.

The black dense clouds rush towards the white-robed Sword Immortal like towering waves, wave after wave, not giving him any chance to catch his breath.

In the end.

The white-robed Sword Immortal is still injured, enveloped by the endless demonic clouds. The three-foot-long sword in his hand breaks, his white clothes stained with blood, and his body covered in countless brutal wounds.

The originally soaring aura has also become weak, obviously greatly depleted.

But he still does not retreat.

Holding the broken sword, he stands proudly at the top of the world, alone, facing the endless demonic clouds, with countless lights from the homes of unaware beings behind him.

The sound of the suona gradually fades away, no longer extravagant and unrestrained.

The melancholic sound of the erhu begins, as if it has already foreseen the Sword Immortal's fate, bidding him farewell.

Kill!!

The Sword Immortal slowly raises the broken sword in his hand, and his body is engulfed in a blazing golden flame. The previously weakened aura instantly increases several times, ten times.

At this moment.

His whole person has turned into a sword, a peerless divine sword capable of Opening Heaven and Earth.

Longevity of Heaven and Earth!

The white figure disappears, turning into endless flames, becoming the last shooting star in the black sky, becoming a sword qi that spans thousands of miles and tears through the sky.

The sword qi traverses thirty thousand miles!

The cold light of the sword covers nineteen provinces!

The style of this sword seems to illuminate the eternal ages.

The despairing, oppressive, and almost unstoppable demonic clouds are pierced through.

Through the cracks torn by the sword qi, one can see the radiance shining down from the heavens, bringing hope back to the dim earth.

Although, it only lasts for an instant.

...

The Sword Immortal falls.

The broken sword falls from the sky and embeds itself diagonally on the desolate mountain.

Like a tombstone.

The bloodstains on the sword edge that have not yet dried up are like inscriptions on a tombstone, narrating a tragic battle.

The sound of the erhu becomes hoarse.

The atmosphere becomes heavy, and heaven and earth mourn together.

The demonic clouds become even more rampant, already shrouding more than half of the sky.

It makes people unable to help but feel despair.

Suddenly.

A sharper and more intense suona sound resounds, accompanied by the rumbling of war drums and the low sound of horns.

The war song echoes throughout the entire Divine State.

At the peak of the mountains, brilliant divine lights shoot out one after another, rushing towards the endless demonic clouds one after another.

Sword qi traverses the nine heavens!

Thunder shatters the darkness!

Talismans break evil and exterminate demons!

Formations span the heavens and the earth!

...

Under the ancient pine trees that have witnessed countless years.

Two elderly men sit facing each other, halfway through a game of chess. Smiles appear on their faces as they slowly stand up, transforming into two streaks of light and charging towards the demonic clouds.

Beside a fragrant flower bush.

A middle-aged man caresses the heads of his children, takes a final look at his beloved woman, puts on his battle armor, and carries a long knife as he charges towards the Ninth Layer of the sky.

In the depths of the thunderous valley.

A young boy with a hint of innocence on his face resolutely stepped out of the valley, holding a war halberd and charging straight into the sky. In an instant, a purple radiance flashed, as if he was controlling thunder and lightning.

Full of spirit and fearlessness!

...

Tragic.

The tragedy of this battle exceeded everyone's expectations.

In the scene.

The black demonic clouds were repeatedly dispersed, only to gather again.

At the top of the sky.

Streaks of light disappeared, bodies fell, and the sky was splattered with blood.

In Phoenix Perch Tower.

All the discussions had ceased at this moment. Everyone stared at the scenes in a daze, with only shock and a strong sense of tragedy in their hearts.

Their eyes, moistened without knowing when.

They knew that the soundscape often reflected reality, the sights and sounds that the creators of the soundscape had once experienced.

So.

The scenes that appeared before their eyes at this moment were probably wars that had truly happened in the past.

Not fictional.

Perhaps there really was a sword immortal who, despite having achieved immortality, fought to the death to protect the common people.

Perhaps there really were a group of people.

Saying goodbye to their parents, bidding farewell to their families, rushing to the battlefield, prepared to die in countless battles and be buried in a foreign land.

If they didn't return, then they wouldn't return!

Because behind them were countless lights of home, behind them were countless compatriots.

Though they were many, they went forth!

...

Outside Phoenix Perch Tower.

The number of pedestrians stopping increased. They listened to the music coming from the tower and countless images burst into their minds.

Their eyes gradually became moist.

They seemed to have resonated with the profound music and immersed themselves in that war.

On the street corner.

A middle-aged man dressed in tattered clothes, with disheveled hair and lifeless eyes, exuded an extremely decadent aura, like a miserable beggar.

He walked aimlessly, hesitating in his steps, as if he had lost the direction of his life.

Suddenly.

He seemed to hear something, and a brilliant light burst from his eyes as he looked towards Phoenix Perch Tower.

In his eyes.

The scattered light gradually gathered, and the originally listless and chaotic aura began to recover.

"Immortal Song of Transcending Tribulation!"

"Master, senior brothers, and Uncle-Master senior uncles."

"You've come back, all of you have come back."

"I miss you so much!"

"I've endured so much these years, so much!"

"Having children is so tiring!"

The middle-aged man muttered to himself, staring blankly in the direction of Phoenix Perch Tower. His eyes gradually became moist.

Tears swirled within them.

A real man doesn't shed tears easily, but only when he reaches the point of heartbreak.

He slowly closed his eyes, released all his thoughts, and completely merged into the melody.

His aura.

Gradually became more restrained, and his presence greatly diminished, as if he had disappeared from this void.

...

The impassioned war music lasted for a long time.

Finally.

The overwhelming demonic clouds were dispersed, and clarity was restored between heaven and earth.

Countless lights of home were lit up again.

On the collapsed mountains, the devastation was everywhere. Ancient pines were broken, flowers withered, and countless graves stood densely.

The mountain wind blew.

The broken flagpoles and tattered flags fluttered in the wind.

White ribbons fluttered, as if guiding the souls, leading those lost in the distance back home.

Silence fell.

Only the faint sound of the mountain wind could be heard, adding a touch of desolation to this vast soundscape.

When~

The sound of the ancient bronze bell rang again, deep and majestic.

Echoing for a long time.

PS: There will be an update tonight, I'm writing it now.

By the way.

Don't get too comfortable, brothers. The upcoming plot is a series of climaxes!

(End of this chapter)