Chapter 60: One Palm to Erase Tang Hao—I, Chen Xin, Have Practiced the Sword My Entire Life. If I Cannot Glimpse the End of the Sword Dao, I Would Rather Die!
Although his physical body had been destroyed, as long as this wisp of remnant soul survived, Tang Hao believed that one day he would rise again!
"Not good! He's not completely dead. My realm is still too low!"
After realizing something was wrong, Qian Renxue was shocked. She immediately tried to chase after him, only to discover that the remnant soul was far too fast. She simply couldn't catch up.
As Tang Hao's remnant soul sped away, watching Stone Village grow farther and farther behind him, along with the already vanished Jiang Chen and Daoist boy, he cursed viciously while fleeing.
"Damn that pretty boy! Damn that Daoist boy!"
"Thirty years on the east of the river, thirty years on the west of the river!"
"When I, Tang Hao, rebuild my cultivation and return, I will tear all of you into pieces!"
"Especially that so-called Immortal Lord. He's nothing but a pretentious wast—"
However, before Tang Hao could even finish the final word, the people of Stone Village and Qian Renxue, who had already prepared to ask Liu Shen to intervene, witnessed a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
At the far end of the horizon, a gigantic golden palm suddenly appeared above the wilderness.
It was formed entirely from pure spiritual power.
The palm blotted out the sky.
Its size covered a hundred li in every direction.
Every palm line looked like a deep ravine, carrying an overwhelming pressure capable of destroying heaven and earth.
It descended toward the escaping remnant soul.
"Noisy."
"Those who insult the Immortal Lord… die."
Boom!
The giant palm descended.
The earth sank.
Mountains, rivers, and forests within a hundred li were instantly reduced to dust beneath this single strike.
"No!!!"
Before the palm even fully landed, Tang Hao's remnant soul had already been annihilated within strands of golden light.
This time, it was true annihilation.
Body and soul completely destroyed.
Not even ashes remained.
…
After the sky-covering golden palm obliterated Tang Hao with a single strike, the entire Douluo Continent erupted into turmoil.
Although they had already witnessed the destruction of a God King before, seeing the lofty gods of their world crushed so effortlessly once again still made everyone draw a sharp breath.
Douluo Continent, Sunset Forest
Within the Sunset Forest lay a land blessed with spiritual beauty. Hot springs released red and white mist, nourishing countless rare immortal herbs.
Yet at the heart of this vibrant place, a Blue Silver Emperor that had only recently sprouted several tender leaves suddenly began trembling violently.
It was none other than Ah Yin.
Even though she was merely a plant now, and her consciousness had not yet fully recovered, she could still sense Tang Hao's death.
A ripple spread through the air.
The emerald leaves of the Blue Silver Emperor rapidly turned yellow and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The crystalline dew that once glimmered upon them turned murky and slid down into the soil.
The instinct of a wife told her that her husband's aura had completely vanished.
That emptiness brought her unbearable pain.
The surrounding Blue Silver Grass reacted as well.
Within ten li, every blade of Blue Silver Grass bowed its head simultaneously.
Leaves drooped.
Vitality faded.
The grass mourned.
Flowers wept.
Even the wind fell silent.
Only the withered Blue Silver Emperor trembled quietly.
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Shrek Academy
Night fell like ink.
A freezing wind blew through the broken dormitory window.
Standing there motionless like a statue was Tang San.
His eyes were locked on the massive palm imprint in the sky.
Tears stained the corners of his eyes, yet he made no sound.
He had already become numb.
First, he watched his father have his neck snapped by Qian Renxue, who was only at the Blood Transformation Realm.
Then the Daoist boy crushed his father's remaining soul like swatting a fly.
The shock had long surpassed the limits of what his mind could bear.
"Dead, all dead."
Tang San's voice was hoarse.
No matter what, that had been his father.
But did he dare hate?
He wanted to hate the lofty Immortal Lord.
He wanted to hate the Daoist boy who could destroy worlds with a single strike.
But he didn't dare.
Every time the image of that figure in green robes surfaced in his mind, a trembling from the depths of his soul forced him to regain his senses.
That existence was an insurmountable chasm.
So he redirected all his hatred toward those he dared to hate.
"Qian Renxue!!!"
Tang San's fingers dug deep into the wooden window frame until his nails split and blood flowed.
"You're truly cruel!"
"Killing someone is one thing, but why destroy his body and soul completely?!"
"You only won because of that world's cultivation system!"
"If you fought at the same level, your Angel Martial Soul wouldn't even be worthy to carry my father's Clear Sky Hammer's shoes!"
"And that Daoist boy is just a bullying dog servant!"
Tang San took a deep breath, raised his hand, and let the blood slide down his hand.
"Just wait. I will remember this hatred."
"If that world truly holds such heaven-defying opportunities, then I, Tang San, will definitely go there!"
"I possess twin martial souls. I have the Tang Sect's supreme techniques from my previous life. The Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, Mysterious Jade Hand, and hidden weapons!"
"My talent is one in a million!"
"If the sky screen chooses me… if I can also go to that world…"
A chilling smile slowly appeared on Tang San's lips.
"With my aptitude, that Immortal Lord will surely view me in a different light."
"As long as I ascend to the Zero Sequence seat, as long as I am given time and resources…"
His gaze fixed once more upon the radiant screen in the sky.
"Forget a mere Qian Renxue or a Daoist boy."
"Even that Immortal Lord… I will surpass him!"
"And when that day comes, those of you who allowed your subordinates to kill my father…"
"You will pay blood with blood!"
…
Extreme North, Core Region
Blizzards roared across the land.
Auroras illuminated the icy sky.
Standing atop the frozen plains was Snow Empress, her white dress nearly blending with the endless snow.
Her eyes reflected the terrifying palm strike displayed on the sky screen.
"Foolish."
After a long silence, she finally spoke.
"That Tang Hao had already regained a chance to live, yet he insisted on provoking such an existence. Truly foolish beyond measure."
Beside her, Ice Empress flicked her long scorpion-like braid.
"Sister, did you notice?"
"That Qian Renxue was only at the early stage of the Blood Transformation Realm!"
"She didn't use a single trace of soul power. She relied purely on her physical body to slaughter a god!"
"This… this is terrifying!"
If that world's cultivation system was truly so monstrous, then the proud physical bodies of soul beasts would be like paper in comparison.
Snow Empress's gaze grew heavy with worry.
She looked toward the direction of the Star Dou Great Forest.
The place where the Titan Giant Ape had just been teleported away.
"Yes… it's terrifying."
"Even though Tang Hao was arrogant, he was still a rank 100 god."
"If even he was so insignificant before that system…"
"Then Er Ming…"
"Even as a hundred-thousand-year soul beast of immense strength, survival in a world where mountains could be moved and ancient beasts roamed everywhere seemed unlikely."
…
Spirit Hall
Unlike the anxiety elsewhere, celebration filled the halls of Spirit Hall.
At the center stood Bibi Dong.
Her scepter was raised high, and her beautiful face was filled with triumph.
"What Clear Sky Douluo? What number one sect in the world?"
"Before Xue'er, they're nothing but chickens and dogs!"
"The might of the Blood Transformation Realm truly lives up to its name!"
Turning to the kneeling elders and bishops below, she spoke passionately.
"Everyone, did you see it?"
"Xue'er not only killed Tang Hao but also gained the Daoist boy's recognition and received the Ascension Token!"
"Even if she's only an outer sect servant, she's still a servant of the Primordial Immortal Court!"
"This means that behind Xue'er stands not only the Daoist boy capable of destroying the world with one palm…"
"But also the supreme Immortal Lord!"
"From today onward, Spirit Hall has immortals as our backing!"
At that moment, Qian Daoliu stepped forward, his aged face flushed with excitement.
"Now that Tang Hao is dead, the Clear Sky Sect has lost its greatest pillar!"
"They're nothing but lambs awaiting slaughter!"
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has lost Chen Xin, leaving only Gu Rong!"
"As for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, it has long since rotted!"
"This is heaven's opportunity!"
"The perfect chance for Spirit Hall to unify the continent and establish the Spirit Empire!"
Hearing this, Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo immediately knelt.
"Congratulations, Grand Worship! Congratulations, Your Holiness!"
"With the young miss blessed by immortal fate, if we still hesitate, wouldn't we disgrace the Immortal Court?"
"We request permission to immediately launch the Soul Hunt Operation!"
Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with cold light.
Her scepter struck the ground sharply.
"Approved!"
"By my order!"
"From this moment onward, Spirit Hall enters first-level war readiness!"
"Summon all Platinum Bishops and Temple Knights!"
"First target: the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"
"Second target: the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"
"Those who follow us shall prosper."
"Those who oppose us shall perish!"
…
Perfect World, Upper Realm
Sword Province.
Chaotian Sword Sect.
Behind the Servant Hall lay the Sword-Washing Pool.
The night was deep and silent.
Unlike the chaotic wilderness below, this place was utterly still.
The so-called Sword-Washing Pool was not a simple pond.
It was a terrifying cold pool formed by underground ten-thousand-year frost energy and the countless sword intentions left behind by generations of sect disciples.
Ordinary mortals would be shredded instantly by invisible sword qi.
Even weaker cultivators would not dare approach.
Yet in the center of the silver-like pool sat an elderly figure, naked and cross-legged.
It was none other than Chen Xin.
Once the proud Sword Douluo.
Now merely an old servant who washed swords.
His eyes were tightly shut, and his wrinkled face twisted with pain.
The countless strands of sword qi in the water pierced into his body like invisible blades, slicing through every inch of his meridians and scraping against his bones.
"Pfft!"
He spat out a mouthful of black blood.
The blood that fell into the pool was instantly crystallized into a crimson ice shard by the biting cold air.
Even at this stage, Chen Xin did not get up; instead, he straightened his back even further.
"Not enough… still not enough…"
These past days he had endured humiliation within the Servant Hall.
He had even witnessed a teenage sweeping boy casually release sword qi capable of flattening a mountain.
That blow had nearly shattered his Dao heart.
But Chen Xin gritted his teeth.
He was a sword cultivator.
Better to break than bend.
"Soul rings? Soul skills?"
"They were merely shackles placed upon us by heaven and earth."
"To survive…"
"To reclaim the dignity of the sword…"
"I must break and rebuild!"
He looked down at the nine soul rings beneath him.
Then roared.
"Break!!!"
Behind him, the Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul appeared.
But instead of unleashing a soul skill, the sword turned toward his own dantian.
And slashed down toward the nine soul rings.
Crack!
The nine symbols of a Titled Douluo's glory shattered completely.
The backlash erupted instantly.
Rampaging soul power tore through his meridians.
"AHH!"
Blood sprayed from every pore.
The Sword-Washing Pool turned crimson.
Yet amid the unbearable pain, Chen Xin began circulating a technique he had secretly learned from overheard conversations among outer disciples.
Drawing spiritual energy into his body.
"Let my body be the furnace."
"Let the sword qi be the flame."
"Burn away the old blood."
"Forge new sword bones!"
Sword qi surged into his body, reshaping his flesh.
It was a gamble.
If he succeeded, he would shed his mortal body and truly step onto the path of cultivation in this world.
If he failed—
He would explode and die, becoming just another wandering ghost in the Sword-Washing Pool.
Chen Xin raised his head toward the sky and roared.
"I, Chen Xin, have practiced the sword my entire life!"
"If I cannot ascend to the peak and glimpse the end of the Sword Dao…"
"I would rather die!!!"
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End of Chapter