The Power of True Swordsmanship

Translated by Basingh.

"Long Chen, you fool! Your so-called cleverness has become your downfall! Before I emerged, they may not have been able to touch you…

But now that I am here, the full power of the Skyweb Fortress is mine to command! I am one with this place! Here, I am INVINCIBLE!"

Mo Zhan's sword came crashing down, yet he still had time to mock Long Chen. At the same time, everyone could sense it—the ancient fortress's power was surging wildly into Mo Zhan’s body.

Long Chen sneered. "I always wondered how the Devour Heaven Serpent Clan could have such an idiotic branch. Instead of cultivating the divine techniques left behind by your ancestors, you waste your time practicing human swordsmanship and wielding human weapons."

His fist clenched tight, purple Emperor Flames swirling around it at breakneck speed.

BOOM!

Long Chen’s punch slammed into the sword! The entire ancient city trembled violently, and within the fortress, the Mo Yan Devour Heaven Python Clan warriors spat out blood as if struck by a hammer.

"Impossible! What kind of power is this?!" Mo Zhan’s face changed drastically.

Long Chen didn’t even coat himself in Emperor Flames. Barehanded, with just one punch, he sent a terrifying shock through Mo Zhan’s body. His blood churned, his wrist went numb, and his grip on the sword almost slipped.

"That sword’s not bad… but in your hands, it might as well be a fire poker."

Long Chen smirked. "The spirit of this fortress is long dead. You and your ancestors have been parasitizing it, using the lingering spirits of the dead to play the role of a weapon spirit."

"But this is a human divine weapon. It was never meant for you. You can’t control it."

"Your attacks? All bark, no bite. Flashy, but weak beyond belief."

Mo Zhan's face twisted in rage. "Enough of your nonsense! DIE!"

BOOM!

Behind Mo Zhan, a massive illusion of a black serpent emerged. Its colossal body coiled in the air, its maw wide open, as if about to devour the heavens.

The moment it appeared, Xi Yuanqing and the others felt the power of the world around them being rapidly drained away.

"The Devour Heaven bloodline… they say they can swallow heaven and earth, directly refining the power of the world for themselves. With this phenomenon activated, his strength will be endless." Xi Yuanqing murmured, envy tinging his voice.

"BZZZZT!"

With the divine manifestation supporting him, Mo Zhan’s sword vibrated violently. Its terrifying sword aura split the air, shaking the heavens.

Long Chen eyed the blade, shaking his head. "The sword itself is excellent, but unfortunately… it's wasted on you.

"You think brute force can subjugate it? Tame it? You’re dreaming."

Mo Zhan’s hands trembled. Shock and fury flashed in his eyes—because what Long Chen said was the truth.

This sword… this fortress… they weren’t theirs.

They were stolen, ripped from the hands of their rightful owners through blood and slaughter. The fortress spirit had died long ago, and now, the spirits of his ancestors merely latched onto it like parasites, pretending to wield its power. But in the end, it was a crude imitation at best.

As for the sword, its might was undeniable—but its sword will was ferocious, refusing to submit. Even now, Mo Zhan constantly had to suppress it, fearing that it would one day backlash against him.

But despite this, he had persisted, believing that his talent in swordsmanship would one day allow him to fully dominate it.

Yet Long Chen… had seen through everything in an instant.

"DIE!"

Furious, Mo Zhan didn’t wait for his power to reach its peak. He swung his sword with all his might, slashing toward Long Chen.

"CLANG!"

A single finger, shrouded in purple energy, stopped the blade mid-air. A surge of purple shockwaves exploded outward.

"RUMBLE…!"

The entire fortress trembled. Buildings collapsed. The Mo Yan Devour Heaven Python warriors inside the fortress realized with horror that if they stayed, they would be crushed alive.

But the moment they fled—

"PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!"

The waiting Xi Long Clan warriors butchered them the instant they stepped outside.

The Xi Long warriors had undergone a complete transformation. The enemy barely had time to react before they were slain in an instant.

Their combat style… eerily resembled that of the Dragonblood Warriors.

They lacked the sheer wealth of battle experience of the Dragonblood Legion, but their instincts were terrifying. They could perceive weaknesses in their foes, predict their movements, and strike with lethal precision.

This was exactly why Long Chen had taken an interest in them. Now, they were finally showing their true potential.

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

Inside the fortress, Long Chen stood firm, holding Mo Zhan’s sword in place with just one finger.

At that moment, all 999 strands of his Emperor Flames erupted simultaneously, their holy might sweeping across the heavens.

Mo Zhan’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief. "No! This… this is impossible! You haven’t even entered the Unity Realm! How can your Emperor Flames be this strong?!"

He had just stepped into the Unity Realm himself, and the power gap between this realm and the 999-Emperor Flame stage was immeasurable.

In his mind, anyone who had yet to reach Unity Realm was nothing more than an ant before him.

Yet now…

A single finger.

A single, devastating finger had shattered everything he believed in.

His confidence, his pride, his very understanding of cultivation—obliterated.

Long Chen sighed. "If you had embraced your own talents, I might have used my whole hand to deal with you."

"But instead, you abandoned your own gifts to chase after something that was never meant for you."

"Among Unity Realm cultivators, you’re nothing but a disgrace."

"Human swordsmanship… is not something you can touch, let alone master."

"CLANG!"

Long Chen flicked the sword lightly with another finger.

A ripple of violet light spread across the blade.

"CRACK!"

The sword trembled violently. Mo Zhan's palm split open, blood spraying everywhere as he was blasted backward.

Long Chen caught the falling sword between two fingers, then slowly grasped its hilt.

He raised the blade, his voice calm yet unwavering.

"A human divine weapon… should never have been defiled by the likes of you."

"Since you love the way of the sword so much…"

"Then allow me to show you the mere surface of what true swordsmanship looks like."

"HUMMM!"

Long Chen’s sword pointed to the sky. Purple Emperor Flames surged, piercing the heavens.

The blade vibrated three times, each tremor sending a wave of violet energy rippling across the battlefield.

With every ripple, the sword’s aura skyrocketed, forming a colossal purple blade that stretched toward the firmament.

"SLASH!"

A single stroke.

A violet light split the heavens apart, cutting straight through the ancient city.

"BOOOOOM!"

The fortress shuddered violently, then—under Xi Yuanqing’s horrified gaze—

It was split cleanly in two.

A deep, echoing voice resounded from the crumbling ruins, carrying a curse from an age long past.

"Damn you, human! You will die a miserable death…!"

Final Thoughts

This chapter was pure dominance. Long Chen utterly crushed Mo Zhan—not just physically, but mentally. His words alone shattered Mo Zhan’s confidence before his sword did the rest.

And that final heaven-splitting slash? Simply breathtaking.

🔥 What’s next? Will Mo Zhan crawl back from this humiliation, or is this the end for him?

Stay tuned! 😈