Legend of the Great Sage

ven Climbing Vine from Qian Rongzhi.
Once he devoured her and regained the will of the heavens completely, there would only be one possible outcome for this battle.
Now, apart from Li Qingshan, no one could directly withstand Si Long’s attacks, not even him.

“And I am he who slays dragons!” Li Qingshan roared madly.

A blood-red slash shot up into the sky, challenging the dignity of the sovereign.

“Forging the Nine Provinces!”

With a thought, the eight cauldrons moved together, swelling as they rose up into the air.
They surrounded him like a fortress of metal.

Li Qingshan only noticed the gap left by the missing Frost Province cauldron.
Becoming one with the blade, he killed his way into the fortress, except Si Long was nowhere to be seen.
The eight cauldrons crushed towards him like eight mountains.

Xiao An’s eyes roared with flames.
She moved her fingers again and again while powering the Immortal Relinquished sword, the Skull Prayer Beads, and the Trisepultural Robes at the same time.

The Immortal Relinquished sword erupted with sword qi, slicing towards the Heaven Climbing Vine again.

The Skull Prayer Beads dispersed before gathering together again, assembling the Skeleton Demon Formation.

The Trisepultural Robes played the most important role.
This was the first time she had used it, so she was not certain about its effects, but she trusted the judgement of the enemy.
If it posed no threat, it was completely possible for Si Long to simply continue with what he was doing before, fending off their combined attacks while devouring Qian Rongzhi’s soul nascence.
He could have even bought some more time.
He would not have immediately launched a counterattack.

At the same time, she tightened her grip around the Buddha Slaying sword and communicated with Gu Yanying, “If an opportunity arises, fly me over there.”

“Understood!” Gu Yanying nodded.

Si Long lured Li Qingshan into the encirclement of the eight cauldrons as he rose up alone.
Reaching out conveniently, the Immortal Relinquished sword that slashed towards the Heaven Climbing Vine ended up in his hand.
He said in praise, “A fine sword!”

Boom!

The cauldrons of the eight provinces shattered, resembling the furious bloom of a flower.
There were a total of three colours.
The centre possessed the sharpness of metal.
The petals were crimson like blood, yet the edges were pitch-black like ink, completely composed of blade aura.
It slashed apart all of the cauldrons.

The countless fragments of god seals shot off into the surroundings before merging with the world again.
The figures of mountains, rivers, and lakes appeared in the air.
The peaks were lofty as the rivers raged on.
The feeling they gave off was even more realistic than actual mountains and rivers.

Si Long sucked in a deep breath and raised the Immortal Relinquished sword high into the air.
Dragon qi gathered in the palm of his hand.

“The Son of Heaven’s Sword of the True Dragon, Pacifying the World!”

The golden light from the sword reached three hundred metres long, causing even the mountains and rivers to dim.
The sounds and voices of the living creatures rose up in the surroundings like a tsunami.
Even the unruly Immortal Relinquished sword was unable to put up any resistance.

At that very moment, he was the great lord of the world.
Everything beneath the heavens was his land.
Everything within his land was his subject.

All the living creatures were his subjects.
When the lord wanted his subjects to die, they had to die.
Li Qingshan was no exception either.

The intangible will of the heavens and the will of the living creatures all gathered in that sword, slashing towards Li Qingshan along a trajectory that abided to the ancient principle.

The flower wilted after blooming.
Li Qingshan had just broken out from the encirclement of the cauldrons.
His daemon qi was temporarily drained, and he was riddled with openings.
As he gazed at the undodgeable and unstoppable son of heaven’s sword, he was like a madman at the end of his path.
There were no lucky breaks left for him.

He let out a mad laughter and unleashed the Frenzy of the Tiger Demon.
The tiger stripes stretched over his forehead as his blood bubbled.
The demonic figure of Maheśvara manifested behind him, swinging his blade to receive the attack with an indomitable spirit.

The blade was not endowed by any other external force.
All it bore was the resolute will to fight to the very death, without any fear of the heavens, without any fear of the will of the people.
It was a common man’s blade.

The blade and the sword, the common man and the son of heaven, the inferior and the superior, clashed together!