The black saber struck, cleaving the firmament.
A massive void rift, torn asunder by the descent of the black saber.
As if a pair of scissors had sliced through a piece of cloth.
This blade, possessed unparalleled might.
"Need a hand?" the Evil Lord beside him asked, eager to join.
He could no longer wait.
The ferocity of this saber strike made him yearn to unleash his own power.
"Not yet."
Chen Fan didn't turn his head.
He answered with a smile, "He's not the first, more will come. This one, leave him to me for now."
The Evil Lord nodded, "Alright."
Since the former had spoken, the Evil Lord had no reason to insist further.
After all, more would come, this one or two wouldn't matter.
The Black Sorcerer naturally heard their exchange, and sneered, "What do you take this seat for?"
There was no humiliation.
If a person was exceptionally handsome and was called ugly, they would simply laugh it off, knowing it was born of jealousy.
But if a person was inherently ugly, and you insisted on calling them ugly, they would get angry.
The Black Sorcerer was in such a predicament now; he was powerful, yet treated as a weakling and mocked.
Anger was impossible, nor did he feel insulted.
His instinct told him they were jealous.
Thus, he paid them no mind.
But not minding didn't mean he wouldn't kill, wouldn't strike with all his might.
"Kill."
The black saber tore through the sky, descending.
It reached Chen Fan, its power peerless.
The saber's glow illuminated the youth's eyes, which blazed with a fervent fighting spirit, like two divine swords.
"Roar."
The Thunder Beast appeared, the Dao Spirit of the Wind-Thunder Dao.
Internal wind, external thunder.
"Two Extremes Dao?"
Upon seeing this, the Black Sorcerer roared with laughter, "Haha, Wind-Thunder Dao, excellent. I didn't expect such a great prize to await me upon arrival. Good, this seat is very pleased."
The pagoda on the other side felt a pang of envy.
That was the Wind-Thunder Dao.
all Two Extremes Daos were targets for their search.
The lower ten lands were merely for harvesting.
Ordinary Great Daos were also good, but compared to Two Extremes Daos, they were somewhat lacking.
How could it not feel envious?
"Already feeling envious?"
The Phantom Sect sneered, "Don't rush, there's more to make you envious."
Hiss.
The Five Elements Spirit, a celestial steed imbued with the power of the five elements, appeared.
It galloped through the chaos.
"Holy crap, twin Dao Spirits, this is... a Five Elements Dao Spirit..."
The pagoda's eyes turned red with envy.
The next moment...
Screech.
The Light-Dark Dao Spirit materialized.
Roar.
The Life-Death Dao Spirit emerged.
Hiss.
The Yin-Yang Dao Spirit appeared.
Five Dao Spirits circled Chen Fan, their immense spiritual power erupting instantly.
With a 'bang', the descending black saber was directly repelled.
The five Dao Spirits enveloped Chen Fan, forming an invincible domain, impervious to blades and swords.
"Impossible..."
This exclamation burst forth simultaneously from the Black Sorcerer and the pagoda.
Five Dao Spirits.
They had never heard of such a thing.
The Phantom Sect and the Lord of Light exchanged glances, seeing the envy in each other's eyes.
But mostly, it was mockery directed at the pagoda.
"Still envious now?" the Lord of Light teased.
"..."
The pagoda offered no reply.
Envious?
Of course, it was envious.
But more than that... it felt fear. Yes, it sensed fear.
Its gaze subconsciously shifted to the Black Sorcerer, only to find him also immersed in shock.
"Come."
With a resonant boom, Chen Fan's five visceral organs pulsed in unison.
The power of the five worlds poured into the Dao Spirits, which then channeled directly into the Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi.
"I wield a sword that can cleave the heavens..." Chen Fan's voice was calm and natural.
*Puff*.
The long sword descended.
Before the sword even landed, dense cracks began to appear all over the Black Sorcerer's body.
From within the black saber, a fearful voice of a Dao Spirit echoed.
"No."
The Black Sorcerer despaired.
His Great Dao was collapsing, the Dao Spirit within his saber was shattering.
It all happened too fast.
His body felt as if it were trapped in place, utterly unable to move.
The only thing that could move were his pupils, which witnessed the crumbling black saber, the shattering Great Dao... and the dissipating consciousness.
Everything vanished with the descent of this single sword.
*Bang*.
The origin of the Great Dao instantly collapsed.
The Black Sorcerer's body disintegrated into dust scattering across heaven and earth.
Within the Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi, the five Dao Spirits flew out, capturing the shattered Dao Spirit power from the black saber, which was quickly swept up and completely devoured.
The sated Dao Spirits returned to Chen Fan's body.
Chen Fan raised his hand and beckoned, "Gather."
The scattered Great Dao and vital blood of the Black Sorcerer were all held in his hand. He tossed them backward, "Qi Sha, devour them."
Of those who arrived with him initially, only Qi Sha and Overlord had yet to ascend to the eighth rank.
Overlord needed no help and would break through soon.
Only Qi Sha was slightly behind. The residual essence of a ninth-rank being who commanded six Dao Spirits was all given to him.
"Thank you, City Lord."
Qi Sha, excited by the City Lord's bestowal, swallowed it directly under Overlord's envious gaze and sat down to digest.
A heaven-sent opportunity!
He knew that following the City Lord meant gaining benefits.
This time, he had followed precisely to break through.
...
"Heh heh."
The Phantom Sect's gaze turned to the pagoda, "How was it?"
*Whoosh*.
The pagoda was about to flee.
This news had to be relayed.
Five Dao Spirits. Something even the foremost being in the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands couldn't achieve, yet it was done by a young man.
This matter was of utmost importance and had to be reported.
"Too late."
The moment the pagoda prepared to escape, it heard the Phantom Sect's voice.
An immensely powerful formation suddenly appeared within the void rift, trapping the pagoda in place.
"When did you..." the pagoda exclaimed in surprise.
This formation was exceptionally strong; it couldn't be broken in a short time.
"Did you think I was just chatting with you?" the Phantom Sect smiled.
"Kill."
The Lord of Light, however, had no desire for pleasantries and struck immediately.
*Bang bang bang*.
The two unleashed their full power, battering the pagoda relentlessly.
This time, there was no holding back.
No matter how the will within the pagoda roared in fury, it was futile. It could only watch as its will was continuously depleted.
"You forced my hand." The pagoda was also a ruthless individual.
With that said...
*Boom*.
The pagoda exploded.
An eighth-rank Imperial Armament was thus detonated.
The will within the pagoda personally triggered the self-destruction.
The Phantom Sect and the Lord of Light were engulfed by the destructive storm, emerging with curses.
A mere explosion of will could not harm the two of them.
Yet, it left them in a rather disheveled state.
"Fortunately."
Despite the slight disarray, the Phantom Sect was satisfied with the outcome. "He didn't manage to send the news back."
City Lord Chen was their ultimate trump card. Before the great war arrived, the longer the news could be concealed, the better.
The death of the Black Sorcerer and the self-destruction of the pagoda momentarily stunned the existences behind other rifts.
They had only projected their power, without any will, so they had no idea what had transpired in the Ninth Land.
However, the disappearance of the Black Sorcerer's and the pagoda's power made them instinctively choose to retreat.
The Ninth Land fell silent once more.