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In just one breath of time, Luo Yang's petite body was instantly engulfed by the surging sea of swords.

The sound of sword Qis tearing through the air and the rumble of explosions rang out unceasingly.

The already ruined arena instantly began to collapse.

"So powerful."

Seeing Chen Yao launch such an attack, everyone in the arena, including the Sword Faction's Sect Leader, who had already become a Sheng Domain powerhouse, couldn't help but sigh.

One must know that Chen Yao was only at the Genuine Force. However, his means were so astonishing. Wasn't the so-called demon-level talent not enough?

The Myriad Sword Sect was originally a powerful sword technique without a level limit. As long as Chen Yao continued to become stronger, the ability to control the sword would also continue to grow stronger, and the power of this move would also become more powerful.

As long as Chen Yao advanced to the peak of the martial stage and launched such an attack, even if he had already become a Saint realm expert, he would not dare to underestimate Chen Yao.

No one dared to deny Chen Yao's formidable talent in cross-border combat. If anyone dared to underestimate Chen Yao, their only outcome would be death.

"Is it over?"

As the tens of thousands of spectators in the arena saw the sea of swords flood over the arena, their hearts stirred as they witnessed this shocking scene.

The King's realm disciples, and even some instructors, looked at Chen Yao on the stage and could not help but feel a sense of reverence.

However, only Chen Yao, who was standing on the battlefield, had a grave expression on his face.

Using the Ten Thousand Swords Sect consumed a lot of his spiritual energy, but he had an even greater impression of his mind.

His consciousness was already starting to become blurry, and he didn't have much spiritual energy left. Perhaps, he would only be able to hold on for another quarter of an hour.

A quarter of an hour might not be enough because everyone believed the battle to be over. However, Chen Yao clearly understood in his heart that this was just the beginning.

Because he had used almost all of his strength and the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, but Luoyang was not seriously injured, at least not dead.

BOOM! A loud sound was heard.

All of a sudden, the rolling sea of swords emitted a brilliant red light, and the solemn expression in Chen Dazzling's eyes became even more intense.

"Bam."

In the blink of an eye, the sea of swords that had submerged Luo Yang was sent flying. Tens of thousands of flying swords flew up into the air and scattered all over the place. Luo Yang's body was revealed.

"Is he finally going to reveal his real body?"

Chen Yao looked at Luo Yang with a wry smile on his face.

As expected of Luo Jianxin's only daughter, she had perfectly inherited Luo Jianxin's talent in the path of the sword. Her strength was truly extraordinary, at least her magic tools were very powerful.

At this moment, Luoyang had already revealed his true appearance.

She wore a black skirt and a red veil. In her hand was a blood-red longsword. Above her head floated a blood-red lotus.

The blood-red lotus was about the same size as the female Buddha who was worshiped by the Zen Temple in the west. The blood-red lotus released a red light curtain that enveloped the entire lotus.

A Saint-rank magical equipment?

Staring at the blood-red lotus, Chen Yao's expression became incomparably solemn.

He had faced countless Heaven-ranked magic tools before, but the pressure he felt was not as great as the pressure he felt from the blood-red lotus.

Even if the user was only at the first level of the Genuine Force, he would still be able to fight against warriors of the Royal Martial Realm. It would not be easy to win, but it would not be difficult to keep his life.

Luoyang himself should have the strength to fight against an early stage Emperor realm. In addition to that Saint rank defensive magical equipment, he would have the strength to fight even if he were to face a peak level expert in the Emperor Martial Realm.

Although Chen Yao had already guessed that Luoyang would definitely have some powerful magic tools for hiding, he didn't expect that Luo Yang would actually be able to take out a Saint-rank magic tool.

"Who is she?"

Although Chen Yao had guessed his true identity and made mental preparations, the Sword Faction disciples didn't know.

The one submerged in the surging sea of swords was the sword faction's outer court disciple Yang Luo, but the one that appeared from the sea of swords was a mysterious woman clad in a black dress.

Everyone was bewildered and shocked.

Who is she? What was going on?

"Asura Blood Lotus."

Looking at the blood-red lotus above Luo Yang's head, some of the higher ups of the sword faction recognized this Saint Tier magical equipment.

Their expressions were also extremely unsightly.

"Insolent witch, you dare to disguise your presence and enter my sword faction. Are you truly bullying my sword faction's lack of people?"

An old man at the peak of the Emperor Martial Realm stood up. His face was filled with extreme anger and excitement.

The Shura Blood Lotus was a keepsake passed down through the generations by the demonic women of the Boundless Demon Sect.

When he saw the blood-red lotus, Luo Yang's identity became clear to everyone.

Luoyang's existence was a blatant humiliation to the sword faction.

"Kill her."

Another expert at the peak of the Martial Emperor Stage shot out towards Luoyang without any warning. A low-grade Heaven Ranked sword appeared in his hand as he chopped down at Luoyang.

Currently, all of the sword faction's martial artists had personally witnessed the scene of Luo Jianxin in the Blood Cleansing Sect. The humiliation and hatred from that year were still vivid in their eyes. How could they not be angry? How could they control their emotions?

Three more people in the Emperor Martial Realm attacked Luoyang one after the other.

Four Martial Emperors attacked Luoyang together.

Even if she had a Saint-rank defensive magical artifact, how could she block it?

However, her expression did not contain much worry. Instead, she looked at Chen Yao with an appreciative expression.

"I really want to see you. Originally, you thought that you only had a false reputation and that I could defeat you with my own strength. I never would have thought that you would force me to even use the Asura Blood Lotus."

"Since my identity has already been revealed, we can't continue this match. It's such a pity."

"You are very strong."

Chen Yao looked at Luo Yang, his expression still grave. He felt that Luo Yang had not fully unleashed his strength. As Luo Jianxin's daughter, how could she not have a powerful sword skill? But she did not show it.

Thus, he could not underestimate Luo Yang.

"Next time, I will definitely defeat you."

Luo Yang's body suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already more than 10,000 feet up in the sky.

The blood-red lotus had already appeared below her feet.

"You want to leave?"

Almost at the same time, over a dozen martial artists flew up into the air. Since they dared to come to the sword faction's headquarters, how could they leave just because they wanted to?

"Scram?"

Suddenly, an angry shout came from the distant sky and a blood-red sword qi suddenly appeared. It shot towards the dozen or so people in the Emperor Martial Realm.

This sword qi was extremely powerful.

"Shocking Waves Sword Technique."

"Wave Splitting Chop."

"Shadow Stinger."

A dozen or so martial artists unleashed their most powerful sword skills at the same time.

This blood colored sword qi was too strong, no one dared to underestimate it.

"Bam."

The dozen or so powerful energies collided with the blood-colored sword qi …

More than ten powerful sword skills were destroyed at the same time as the Sword Qi continued to shoot out.

"Puchi!"

The experts all spat out mouthfuls of blood as they fell from the sky.

"Enough."

Suddenly, Luo Tian, who had been motionless all this while, let out an angry bellow and shot the Heaven's Destruction Sword toward the blood-red sword beam.

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