Chapter 634: Chapter 634: A Familiar Warmth
If not for that legendary existence... how is the Black Spot Kite’s current position in the Cultivation World reflected in the attitude of these daughters?
"Heavens, is it really you?"
Embracing the warmth of Yang Quan’s arms, feeling that familiar temperature, disbelief filled the air.
"Yes, it’s me."
Seeing this, Yang Chuan tightly hugged Hua Da into his arms and laughed, "I’m back!" he announced.
Was that really the meaning behind it?
Didn’t he leave for the Cultivation World?
How did you return?
How can this even be possible!
As Liang Chuan opened his mouth, everyone abruptly stood up.
Especially among the representatives of various factions, their eyes were practically brimming with terror.
For in this moment, they recalled Yang Tian’s overwhelming strength and terrifying methods.
However, all of this was under Su Zhiyang’s command. Yet, Li Jiangjian, the legendary guardian of China’s cultivation forces, had reportedly been defeated in Yangchuan County by one of Ancient Martial’s disciples. But there were many eyewitness accounts—this was undeniable!
And so, Qiang Jian, with his hand forcefully restrained by Yang Chuan, watched as a long sword casually returned to his opponent’s hand.
"Haha, I hope you’re ready to give it a try."
At that moment, the vast force that Jiangjian wielded gathered around his long sword, instantly summoning countless grand formations. The energy surged towards the heavens, tearing through the Chinese sky. Dark nets of clouds spread above, shrouding the Yang Family’s ancestral estate, making its rooftop seem utterly insignificant in comparison.
"If you truly are this era’s mythic deity, then what of it? God of Killing! Slay the Good Sword!"
Under the shining sun of China’s symbolic Yang Ri, without hesitation, he declared his challenge.
In the thick of defeat, where even the Black Sword’s creed unraveled, Yang Chuan unexpectedly waved his hand.
Whirl—!
In an instant, resistance disintegrated, and the mightiest among them were terrified. The "Immortal Sword" technique capable of slaying deities scattered directly into the breeze, and even Lord Jiang Jian could only stand immobilized.
How could this even happen?
Jiang Jianyu could not believe his own eyes. A simple wave of the hand to nullify such a fearsome attack?
What kind of power is this...
In that moment, Yang Chuan—a piercing gaze like blades—finally declared coldly, "You dare use the ’Immortal Slaying Sword’ once again? Unworthy! You have no qualification to touch it!"
Unworthy?
Those words caused a flush of crimson to rise on Qiang Jian’s face, and he prepared to retaliate once more.
But before he could act, his hands faltered, his technique disrupted. Suddenly, his entire figure froze; it was like an overwhelming performance of fate descending solely upon him. The lethal sword web, initially conjured by his own breath, broke apart into fragments barely holding form.
His form, so heavily shielded once before, was now collapsing under Yang Chuan’s pressure. Jiang Jian’s reaction revealed the weight of guilt and despair he shouldered most heavily.
Later, Yang Chuan raised his hand toward the heavens, and in that instant, he severed the covenant with the Immortal Slaying Sword itself. Even Jiang Jian’s life force seemed held hostage to this dissolution.
It turned out... he was already dead!
"So this is the strength of this era’s mythic deity?"
Jiang Jianjiang grinned bitterly, as if he had lost everything these past two thousand days. Yet, upon closer observation, his grasp—shaken from one to ten—proved he lacked any qualifications. It was as though everything spoken was but an illusion of power.
Swish—!
The wind danced wildly. The breeze surged through, expelling every grain of dust that had clung to China’s past might. Yet, this same ethereal gust seemed to erase it entirely, leaving behind only a bittersweet regret.
Someone gazed at the site, waving their hands as if dispelling confusion. Jiang Jianjiang stood rooted in place, panting alongside the others after only two fleeting intervals.
A wave of the hand—a return of the legend!
First deal with the divine test’s threat!
It has always been China’s most formidable hidden card!
Even more controlling than nuclear arms!
While other nations helplessly surrendered to Xin Atu, only this strength preserved resistance until today.
If not for Yang Chuan enjoying the peak boiling age of conflict, then Zhou Xuan’s divine suppression dwindled in significance, unable to recover for a decade.
Terror engulfed the followers, shattering their notions of challenging China!
Yet now, what is this scene?
A mere wave of the hand dispersing the terrifying divine sword net, dismantling the strategically evolved war god’s divine form in a mere breath?
It left everyone utterly stunned. Like petrified statues in shock.
Frightened and uneasy, none dared match gazes with Yang Chuan’s piercing eyes.
Before them stood a mortal myth who once swept the Earth. Ancient knowledge claimed he owned the wisdom countless sages failed to rival—an eternal legend!
Thump—!
Amidst such tension, a sudden clap of hands broke everyone’s concentration.
From above, someone chuckled, joining in applause. "Unbelievable! Mr. Yang—to behold you, this era’s living myth, is truly an honor."
Gently adjusting the humor across his stoic face, Mei Qingjian, who remained poised despite the lingering tension, humorously added, "Ah, the romantic Jiangjian warrior’s spirit may decay, and his prowess too rudimentary compared to mastery... But above us? China’s epoch transcends expectations. To wield the slain ’Immortal Slaying Sword,’ each strike speaks vividly of divine legitimacy. Mr. Yang’s command inspires nothing less than awe!"
With deliberate reverence, William’s tone praised Yang Tianhe, drawing everyone’s focus closer.
"Yang Xiangshan, you understand Xin Atu well. In your decade-long absence..."
"No need for pleasantries. I already understand," Yang Chuan cut him off coldly.
"Call for Heavenly Sword Master if you like. So be it," Yang Chuan flatly responded to the formal recognition. "You are Xin Atu’s successor."
"Fine then!"
Astray would William gesture significantly towards Yang Chuan in acknowledgment. "I..."
"This sovereign couldn’t care less who you are!"
Yang Bu dismissed Wei, striking an impactful blow without hesitation.
A tempest immediately tore through the scene, as though mirroring the devastation earlier brought forth against Jiang Jian.
Yet, this particular whirlwind rushed toward William, missing its former lethal intent, instead delivering a radiant light from above, shrouding William’s figure completely.
In contrast, even under such conditions William displayed unwavering confidence. "Bold as ever, Yang Xiusheng! However, you overestimate yourself. I am shielded by the brilliance of Ales himself. Even you, Mr. Yang, shall not harm me one bit!"
Within the cause-effect clashes of Heavenly Sword and divinity overwhelming Shen Family grounds, alliances wavered noticeably.
Yet realization dawned: Ares himself was not even present. The radiant beam shielding William came perhaps from thousands of miles away, sent from Olis Mountain!
At such a distance, under two successive heavenly strikes, the strength of Ares’s power was undeniable.
...not even Tang Shihua nor Yang Chuan matched Ares...
William’s mocking voice surfaced—lingering his sly gaze towards all who dared speculate further. With exaggerated laughter, he declared, "Ah, you envisioned this as well, didn’t you? Truly splendid. Tang Dynasty Myth holds no superiority against the greatness of Ares."
"Is this a declaration of war?"
The question repeated heavily from Yang Chuan.
"Indeed! Ares!"
William proudly proclaimed, "Mr. Yang, thanks to Miss Yang’s alignment, I transcended through Cultivation World into this gateway, ultimately forming alliances across previously unreachable dimensions. Now having crossed thresholds infinitely beyond return, my encounter with Ares completes that which we never dreamt capable."
Shifting betrayal effortlessly revealed atop masterstrokes by visible emotions William taunts aloud mere mortals comparisons suffocated "offending humanity beneath starred heavens unmeasured scope bonds undone worst possibility heaven undone grasp limits none reflect backward universal domains destiny..."