Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor-Chapter 804 - 803: The Collapse of the Mind

"On that stage, though there are thousands, only less than six hundred belong to my Wang Family’s descendants. Now, as I summon over ten thousand Wang Family bloodlines to unlock this Dragon-Slaying Blade, it will be more than sufficient to obliterate you!"

Wang Mo spoke with chilling resolve, his finger slicing through the void as the blood-red, earth-shaking Long Knife roared down, heading straight for the Sword Light unleashed by Su Han.

"Four Swords Move the Heart—what does ’Move the Heart’ mean?"

Su Han fixed his gaze on Wang Mo, suddenly revealing a faint smile.

This smile fell into Wang Mo’s eyes, causing his heart to involuntarily jump wildly.

"Pretentious tricks! Faced with absolute power, your little ploys are entirely futile!" Wang Mo sneered coldly.

"Ploys, is it?"

Su Han chuckled lightly, saying, "I can make mountains and seas move, make time flow—at this moment, this Fourth Sword can also make your heart tremble!"

"Boom!!!"

Almost at the instant Su Han finished speaking, the two beams of Sword Light collided with a resounding roar.

One black, one red, they dominated the skies. All else in everyone’s vision vanished; what remained was merely this heaven-shaking black and red Sword Light.

The immense sound, like the destruction of the Central Domain, was deafening as it spread out.

Countless people retreated, viewing from great heights. The vast crowd of over ten thousand seemed to transform into waves, forced back under the impact of these two beams of Sword Light.

These beams intersected in the void, creating an indescribable visual impact for onlookers, as if the blazing Jin Yang illuminating heaven and earth had been eclipsed. The only entities left were these two beams of Sword Light.

In that moment, Su Han suddenly extended his finger, pointing fiercely at the pitch-black Sword Light.

"I, Su Han, told you—this blade is called Move the Heart!"

"Bang!"

As Su Han’s finger landed, Wang Mo’s heart convulsed violently.

The convulsion came abruptly—he didn’t even understand why.

Then, as the clash subsided, an overwhelming sense of fear suddenly surged within Wang Mo. He raised his head sharply, his eyes filled with terror, and he involuntarily retreated.

Yet his retreat seemed as though his spirit had diminished. With every step he took, his heart trembled more intensely.

Vaguely, Wang Mo’s expression turned deranged, as if he were teetering on the edge of collapse.

His spirit quivered; he could no longer sustain the attack of the Dragon-Slaying Blade. He felt... as though his own bloodline was on the brink of collapse. At this moment, even the Dragon-Slaying Blade seemed to tremble and crack in his vision.

"No... No..."

Wang Mo suddenly lifted his head and shouted, "Su Baliu! I’ve been tempered in the Pseudo-Emperor Realm for nine hundred and seventy-three years, growing indifferent to life and death—you cannot shake my resolve!"

"Slash!"

With a roar, Wang Mo swept his hand, summoning yet another Dragon-Slaying Blade from the blood mist.

The conjuring of two Dragon-Slaying Blades caused the blood mist to rapidly shrink, leaving only half of its former volume.

"If one Dragon-Slaying Blade cannot annihilate you, then two will!" Wang Mo roared furiously.

"Too weak!"

Su Han scoffed coldly, "Wang Mo, you could be called a talent—to advance so close to the threshold of the Dragon Emperor Realm—your fortune truly is immense, your gift above average. Yet, you remain but a Peak Pseudo-Emperor. You’ll never again have the opportunity to become a Dragon Emperor. Your remaining lifespan is only twenty-seven years. After twenty-seven years, you’ll turn to dust, your soul dissipating entirely—a Pseudo-Emperor like you won’t even have the chance for reincarnation!"

"Nonsense!!!"

Wang Mo’s face twisted into furious despair, his eyes bloodshot.

Every word uttered by Su Han echoed relentlessly in his mind.

To the others, these statements seemed like mere mockery. But to Wang Mo at this moment, they churned inside him like a raging storm—as if these words alone could topple his mighty spirit.

Perhaps only he, and other Pseudo-Emperors, understood that everything Su Han said was the unbearable truth for their realm!

A lifespan capped at a thousand years; no hope for reincarnation upon death; condemned during life to eternally linger below the Dragon Emperor Realm, barred from transcending...

Each of these burdens formed the Heart Demon shared by all in the Pseudo-Emperor Realm.

Four Swords Move the Heart!

What moves here is no ordinary heart—it is Wang Mo’s heart!

Or rather, what Su Han moves is not Wang Mo’s heart—it is the demons and grievances dwelling within him!

Such grievances sufficed to drive Wang Mo to collapse, rendering him unable to withstand the fight and prone to fatal errors—like this very moment!

"Su Baliu, die by my hand!!!"

Wang Mo’s eyes glowed red as he unleashed a frenzied howl. His attacks lost all semblance of order, relying solely on the two Dragon-Slaying Blades to bombard Su Han relentlessly.

"Your Demon Thought has emerged; your spirit is broken. Whatever efforts you make now are utterly meaningless!"

Su Han sneered coldly, pressing down forcefully with his right hand wielding the Ultimate Night of the Divine Blade. The Sword Light roared downward, obliterating the first Dragon-Slaying Blade before fiercely colliding with the second.

"I will not lose! You are merely a Dragon God Realm cultivator—I could crush you with a flick of my hand. Defeat is impossible for me!!!"

Wang Mo swept his hand again, transforming the remaining half of the blood mist into two new Dragon-Slaying Blades, which he directed simultaneously at Su Han.

He had plunged into utter madness at this point, exhausting every ounce of Dragon Power. Though his attacks lacked any semblance of technique, this fiery desperation indeed bestowed him a tremendous surge in strength.

The latest Dragon-Slaying Blades had been formed through the collective force of ten thousand Wang Family descendants—even Su Han, faced with three blades at once, felt immense pressure.

His Sword Light trembled violently before eventually dissipating into the void. Yet, what followed was Su Han’s Fifth Sword—his Fifth Blade!

"Five Swords Destroying Spirits!"

As his voice thundered like that of a Celestial God, the Fifth Blade, spanning a colossal twenty thousand feet, swept across the endless void, filling the sight of all present. It descended directly upon the three Dragon-Slaying Blades.

Four Swords Move the Heart; Five Swords Destroying Spirits!

The two swords mirrored the dynamic of Buddha Mountain’s Buddha Birth and Buddha Extinction—interconnected, inseparable.

Following the Fourth Sword that shattered the enemy’s mind, the Fifth Sword sealed their annihilation!

"Boom!"

The colossal Sword Light crashed down, cleaving the second Dragon-Slaying Blade cleanly in half, scattering it into blood mist that dissolved into the air.

Simultaneously, the third and fourth blades also crumbled, disintegrating into the void.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft..."

The collapse of four Dragon-Slaying Blades caused ten thousand Wang Family descendants to spew blood collectively, their faces turning pale as their bodies staggered backward.

And Wang Mo himself—the guiding force—felt a tremendous shock pulsing through his chest. His face was devoid of all color.

"Swish!"

After annihilating the three Dragon-Slaying Blades, the Sword Light hovered directly over Wang Mo’s head and slashed down at him.

Wang Mo’s expression changed drastically. Without hesitation, he retrieved a Divine Stone and opened his mouth to swallow it.