All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 665 - 373 Like a Dream, Like Awakening, A Sword Comes!_1

SIZZLE!

Under the Nine Heavens Jade Thunder, clouds surged violently in the scarlet sunlight. It was as if a hole had been blasted through the entire sky, and a bolt of purple thunder crashed down thunderously.

Su Bei was a conduit, a medium for this bolt of heavenly thunder!

"How is this possible...?"

A booming sound, like a great bell, echoed.

Amidst this earth-shattering roar, the Heaven and Earth Dharma surrounding South Emperor cracked violently. Su Bei's pallid face turned an unnatural, vivid red. Blood, dark as ink, poured from his orifices as his black hair whipped wildly in the air.

The four swords connected Heaven and Earth, bound to his body. His pupils were a deep crimson.

South Emperor stared blankly at the man before him, only now realizing that even though he had achieved Mahayana, he was no longer on the same level as the Nine Heavens Jade Thunder.

BANG—

"Hahaha... South Emperor, you think everything is under your control... you overplayed your hand long ago."

"So what if you survived the heavenly thunder? Before you now is a bona fide madman who simply doesn't care anymore... Haven't you noticed those several auras from the north?"

"They're all here, hahaha..."

The Confucian Sage laughed wildly. His Spirit of the Sea had long since shattered, and he clung to life by a mere thread of Spiritual Energy.

BANG—

Another heavy sword strike!

"How could it be broken by me?! You son of a bitch, just hold on for me!"

"Ten cycles of sixty years? Worthless trash!"

"I'm going to bury the whole of South City under this heavenly thunder today!"

Su Bei laughed madly, screaming with all his might!

Immense pain had numbed his senses. Under the Nine Heavens Jade Thunder, his flesh was ravaged, his eyes fixed on the man before him.

"To hell with the blood calamity!"

"To hell with the Heavenly Dao Stone!"

With this sword strike, Su Bei was already resolved to die.

At this moment, perhaps it was rage consuming him, or utter despair, or the uncertainty of her survival—he was done with the future that seemed so predictable.

All of this stemmed from that one stone, from those so-called seals.

Who decided the Heavenly Dao?

Who left behind that stone?

Who built the Hidden Heavenly Palace on the Ice Sky Plain?

He couldn't dwell on it; all he wanted was to destroy the source of all this evil.

He aimed at the Heavenly Dao Stone, which was shielded by the Heaven and Earth Dharma. The Wilderness Queen's ring on his hand glowed faintly. Taking a deep breath tasting of blood, the energy between Heaven and Earth surged, saturated with Qingping Sword Qi. He roared, "I'm fed up! Break apart!"

Let it end. Let everything end.

South Emperor's brow furrowed tightly. His hand turned over, and the Heaven and Earth Dharma suddenly brightened. At first glance, it seemed no more than the light of a candle, but in Su Bei's eyes, it was an ocean of fire engulfing the sky!

He shielded the Heavenly Dao Stone behind him, his eyes bloodshot, and declared, "My Ascension Path, who dares obstruct it?"

"Su Bei! Die for me!"

BOOM—

The final thunderbolt descended at last, and the world seemed bathed in daylight!

As an azure-purple light surged upwards, the hundred-foot Heaven and Earth Dharma gradually lost its original luster. With a final caress of purple lightning, cracks instantly spread from the point targeted by the four swords.

Then, the Heaven and Earth Dharma collapsed with a deafening crash, sending dust billowing into the sky.

A gust of wind blew by, and South City fell silent.

Only rubble and debris remained.

The sound spread like wildfire, like thunder, making the whole world seem to tremble.

The thunderous sword light cascaded down. Above the clouds, the four swords spun, and the people of the Twenty-One Provinces saw a streak of white silk in the sky.

All cultivators looked up in terror.

"What is that?"

"Heaven's retribution?"

Dao Zi's expression was grave as he gazed into the distance.

"Is it all over now?"

Yu Hongxiu froze, her hand instinctively going to her chest, feeling her heart pound.

Outside South City, the women watched in a daze as events unfolded. They watched the figure who had unleashed that annihilating sword strike plummet from the sky.

THUD—

He crashed to the ground, lying still.

"Master—"

"Husband—"

"Little Friend Su."

It began to rain.

Blood rain.

This was perhaps the last rain of autumn.

Countless fiendish beings swarmed towards the man lying on the ground, dense as ants, blanketing the sky and earth.

Xiao Ruoching collapsed to her knees, wailing, "Who will save Master..."

"Master!"

South Emperor shivered, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and rose from the ruins.

The sky had cleared, the Nine Heavens Jade Thunder slowly receding. South Emperor gazed at the unscathed Heavenly Dao Stone and heaved a long sigh of relief.

In less than an hour, the Heavenly Dao Stone would be completely absorbed.

He slowly walked towards the man, whose life or death was uncertain.

"Su Bei, if you were even at the half-step Mahayana Realm, I might have been obliterated by that sword strike of yours..."

"Nine Heavens Jade Thunder, hmm? Your sword was indeed able to endure it."

"It is, after all, the Qingping Sword."

South Emperor calmed his Spiritual Energy, walked over to Su Bei, and squatted beside him. He remarked thoughtfully, "When I was young and studied history, I noticed that every person capable of turning the tide always seemed to fall short at the very last moment."

"It sounded quite regrettable, but now I understand the reason."

"What is a 'raging tide'? It is the overwhelming trend of the times. And 'to turn such a tide' means to go against this trend. Since you are going against the trend, on what grounds could you possibly remain undefeated?"