Global Catastrophe: I Begin to Evolve from an Ancient Tree-Chapter 277: Severely Wounded with a Single Sword

Chapter 277: Chapter 277: Severely Wounded with a Single Sword

As each formidable cultivator arrived, the entire Ancient Wilderness was shrouded in an aura that made hearts tremble.

Within the Divine City.

Gu Qingyang sat cross-legged, his mind wandering as if his spirit traveled beyond the heavens.

The Asking Sword lay across his knees, emanating waves of Emperor’s Might, causing subtle distortions in the surrounding space.

"They have come!"

Chen Mountain gazed into the void, sensing the presence of many powerful auras, and felt an immense pressure.

Among these auras, it wasn’t that many were stronger than him, but their sheer number was overwhelming.

In Chen Mountain’s perception alone, there were roughly twenty auras at the Quasi-Emperor level.

The remaining auras were merely at the Saint level, yet their numbers were comparable to those of the Quasi-Emperors.

In other words.

This battle.

The major Sacred Lands and dynasties had laid bare all their resources.

Cui Lan and other Quasi-Emperors also sensed the unusual development, their expressions turning grim.

So many!

Way too many!

They initially thought that it would be impressive if there were a dozen or so Quasi-Emperors and Saints; little did they expect the actual number to be twice their estimate.

Their previous confidence had completely dissipated.

"What do we do?"

A Quasi-Emperor asked with a grim expression.

Chen Mountain replied with a bitter smile, "What else can we do? In this battle, we have no retreat. Either we stop their advance, or the Taichu Sacred Land will be erased from the Immortal Extinction Realm."

Turn back?

Since the moment the blood oath was made, they knew there was no turning back.

Even if faced with twenty Quasi-Emperors, or even two hundred, they could only charge forward with gritted teeth.

No choice.

Such is the terror of a blood oath.

At this moment.

Other cultivators also sensed the aura of Chen Mountain and others, tearing through the void to arrive.

...

Outside the Divine City.

Space shattered.

One powerful cultivator after another arrived, walking through the air, their eyes cold as they stared at the Divine City. When they saw Chen Mountain and the others emerge, their faces grew colder still.

"Who would’ve thought that even the mighty Taichu Sacred Land would submit to foreign races; your presence truly disgraces the Immortal Extinction Realm!"

A Quasi-Emperor said coldly.

As he spoke, Jiang Cauldron’s gaze fell on Chen Mountain: "Chen Mountain, you have greatly disappointed me!"

He and Chen Mountain were both formidable cultivators from fifty thousand years ago.

Back then.

Jiang Cauldron viewed Chen Mountain as his rival.

But now, his former rival had sided with foreign races, which filled Jiang Cauldron with anger.

Between strong cultivators, there has always been a sense of mutual respect, and for Chen Mountain to ally with foreign races was, in Jiang Cauldron’s eyes, an insult to himself.

Upon hearing this.

Chen Mountain’s expression did not change as his gaze swept over the present cultivators, finally landing on Jiang Cauldron.

"The winner takes all; there’s nothing more to say. We’ve already taken a blood oath, so words hold no meaning. If you wish to destroy the Cyan Yang Divine Court, you’ll have to step over our dead bodies first!"

As these words fell.

The eyes of the other cultivators grew even colder.

Especially those from the Divine Wilderness, who now felt utterly disgraced.

After all, Taichu Sacred Land belonged to the Divine Wilderness, and now their stance with the Cyan Yang Divine Court was undoubtedly a stain on the entire Divine Wilderness.

Jiang Cauldron’s gaze turned icy: "Given past relations, if you now choose to take your own lives, I can decide to preserve the bloodline heritage of the Taichu Sacred Land.

Only those who’ve sworn allegiance to the Cyan Yang Divine Court will be executed; the others can live!"

Upon these words.

The faces of Chen Mountain and the others changed.

Their unwavering alliance with the Cyan Yang Divine Court was due to having no path of retreat.

Once a blood oath is made, one is bound to live and die with the Cyan Yang Divine Court.

But now.

The forces from all factions were advancing with such momentum, that just the Quasi-Emperors numbered twenty.

Such overwhelming power left Chen Mountain and his companions with no hope of victory.

Therefore.

Jiang Cauldron’s words left Chen Mountain and the others in hesitation.

The reason the blood oath cannot be broken is that the consequences are severe, but in this dire situation, death looms regardless. Preserving the bloodline of the Taichu Sacred Land is the best outcome.

Just as Chen Mountain was about to speak, an immense, terrifying aura erupted from within the Divine City, and the Azure Celestial Divine Tree dominated the sky, its majestic power spreading across the land.

At the same time.

The Heaven-Reaching Sword Light sliced through layers of space, and all the Quasi-Emperors felt the biting cold strike, their nerves instinctively taut as if facing imminent calamity.

Jiang Cauldron, leading the group, had his face changed drastically, as his sight was overtaken by the Sword Light.

At that moment.

He seemed to see death approaching.

No longer able to suppress the terror within him, Jiang Cauldron’s sword box suddenly opened, unleashing frightening Emperor’s Might.

Grasping his Emperor’s Soldier, Jiang Cauldron’s entire being channeled his essence, and the Great Emperor Illusion suddenly appeared, and then a sword was also slashed out.

The two sword lights collided in the void, unleashing earth-shattering shockwaves.

"Boom——"

Dazzling light filled the heavens and earth, and in the next breath, a figure was seen flying backwards.

When the others looked carefully, they found it was Jiang Cauldron who had been sent flying.

Unlike before, Jiang Cauldron now had a ghastly wound on his chest, deep enough to reveal bone, with blood gushing out, and his beating heart was clearly visible.

This one sword.

Jiang Cauldron was severely wounded.

His heart was nearly cleaved apart.

Once the heart is shattered, even a Quasi-Emperor would fall.

"Pfft!"

After landing, Jiang Cauldron coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood, his gaze toward the Divine City filled with undisguised fear.

Just a little more!

Just a tiny bit more!

If it weren’t for using the Divine Emperor Sword to protect himself at the critical moment, he would have already fallen to that sword.

Never had Jiang Cauldron imagined

that one day, while wielding the Emperor’s Soldier, he would nearly be slain by a single strike from another.

Even now.

Jiang Cauldron had yet to see who his opponent was.

Lowering his gaze.

The previously flawless Divine Emperor Sword now bore a barely noticeable notch.

This sight.

Made Jiang Cauldron’s pupils contract once more.

Damaged!

The Emperor’s Soldier left by the Divine Martial Emperor ten thousand years ago was actually damaged.

At this moment, Jiang Cauldron’s expression was exceedingly grim.

The damage to the Emperor’s Soldier seemed more severe than his own grievous injury.

Meanwhile.

Other cultivators, witnessing Jiang Cauldron’s dire situation, also had their expressions changed drastically.

No one expected Jiang Cauldron to be so grievously wounded by a mysterious cultivator with a single strike, and more importantly, he had already used the Divine Emperor Sword.

Meanwhile.

Unlike other cultivators’ shock, Chen Mountain and the others felt not only shock but a growing sense of delight.

Jiang Cauldron’s cultivation had reached the mid-level of Quasi-Emperor, and with the Divine Emperor Sword in hand, his power was incredibly terrifying. Now, without Gu Qingyang even showing up, he had wounded Jiang Cauldron with a single strike, nearly killing him on the spot.

Such a display of strength suddenly provided a glimmer of hope amidst their despair.