I Become Sect master In Another World-Chapter 150: The Sword That Split The Shadow

The valley had disappeared.

The world had become nothing but shadows.

The Shadow Sun Calamity An Ning unleashed in previous chapter had swallowed everything—

the cliffs, the broken platforms, the corpses, the watching sects—

All were drowned in a suffocating ocean of black light.

The darkness domain pulsed like a living organism.

Black tendrils wriggled across the ground.

Shadowy mist curled upward like whispering ghosts.

Air thickened until even breathing felt heavy.

Only three figures remained clear inside the vast darkness:

Shaurya – bleeding, exhausted, golden aura flickering weakly.

Lorgann – molten scales glowing dimly, body trembling.

An Ning – standing tall, calm, the center of the shadow world.

His sword rested against his hip.

His fingers brushed the hilt lazily.

His aura…

Changed.

It no longer felt like mere shadow or spiritual pressure.

It felt like the air and atmosphere bent around him.

Like the darkness existed because he chose it.

Shaurya and Lorgann braced themselves.

An Ning smiled faintly.

"You survived the Shadow Sun Calamity."

He tilted his head.

"Not many could do that."

Shaurya coughed blood but stood straight.

"Not many have me."

Lorgann snorted steam.

"Or me."

An Ning chuckled.

"Good. Then allow me to show you—"

He gripped the sword hilt.

The darkness behind him rippled in excitement.

"—my true power."

Shaurya's hand tightened around the Meteorite Sword.

Lorgann lowered his stance.

The world held its breath.

An Ning unsheathed his blade—

SCHING—!!!

Light didn't emerge.

Darkness did.

The sword was a streak of black moonlight, curved and elegant, casting no reflection.

The moment the blade left its sheath, the entire domain tightened like a clenched fist. An Immortal Level Low Grade Weapon.

Shaurya felt pressure slam into his lungs.

"This aura—"

Lorgann growled.

"The domain itself bent… just from him drawing the sword."

An Ning pointed the blade casually at them.

"Get ready to get beaten up."

He vanished.

Shaurya barely saw movement.

A blur.

A shadow streak.

Then—

"Lorgann—!"

A black arc sliced toward Shaurya's ribs—

Lorgann slammed into him, pushing him aside—

SLAAAAAASH!!!!

The darkness blade ripped across Lorgann's side.

Molten scales exploded.

Lava-like blood splattered the ground.

A roar tore from his throat.

"GOHHHH—!!"

Shaurya's eyes widened in shock.

"LORGANN!!"

The dragon staggered, but planted his claws firmly, forcing his body upright.

An Ning was already in front of them again.

His form flickered through the darkness like a ghost.

One slash.

Two.

Three.

Sparks of molten blood and golden light lit the domain.

Shaurya leapt to counter—

"Star Crash—!"

His blade swung upward—

An Ning dodged effortlessly.

His knee slammed into Shaurya's stomach.

THUD—!!

Shaurya's vision flashed white.

He fell to one knee—

But An Ning didn't let him recover.

He slashed downward.

Shaurya raised the Meteorite Sword to block—

CLAAAAANG—!!

His arms nearly shattered.

The force hurled him backward.

He rolled, gasping, blood spraying from his mouth.

Lorgann roared again, snapping his molten jaws around An Ning—

An Ning lifted his sword—

Tapped Lorgann's snout with the blade's flat—

And the explosion of shadow energy sent the dragon tumbling.

"GHHH—!!"

He hit the ground hard, claws struggling to grip the shattered terrain.

Shaurya pushed himself up.

An Ning stood between them, poised like a god of war sculpted from shadow.

"Your teamwork improved," An Ning said.

"But your bodies are crumbling."

Shaurya spat blood.

His ribs were cracked.

His arm shook violently.

Still—

He raised his sword.

"I'm… not done yet."

An Ning's voice deepened.

"Good."

He raised his blade.

The darkness trembled.

"Because I am just getting started."

He moved.

Shaurya's eyes barely tracked him.

The darkness streaked.

The blade blurred.

He clashed with Shaurya—

CLANG!

CLANG!

CLANG!

CLANG!

Each strike shook Shaurya's bones.

Each clash made the Meteorite Sword vibrate violently. Thanks to Shaurya's Immortal Level High Grade Sword that it still didn't shatters.

An Ning's expression didn't change.

"No openings."

He stepped forward.

"No hesitation."

He rotated his wrist.

"No softness."

He slammed the sword against Shaurya's guard—

CRAAAAAACK—!!

Shaurya's knees buckled.

"GAH—!!"

His arms screamed from the pressure.

He felt something tear in his shoulder.

An Ning's black blade lifted for a finishing slash—

Lorgann lunged from behind, molten claws ignited.

"STAY AWAY FROM HIM!"

An Ning didn't even turn.

He flicked his blade backward.

SHING—!!

A thin shadow slash struck Lorgann's chest.

The dragon roared—

Stumbled—

Barely remained standing.

Blood dripped like burning lava.

Shaurya's heart clenched.

"Lorgann…!"

Lorgann snarled through clenched fangs.

"I'm… still here."

An Ning's gaze sharpened.

"You're both still resisting."

He shifted the sword into a downward stance.

"Let me correct that."

The darkness behind him swirled upward.

Black winds converged.

Shadow currents spiraled.

The air trembled with a building force.

Shaurya felt dread crawl up his spine.

"Lorgann—brace yourself!"

Lorgann steadied himself, planting his claws deep into the fractured ground.

An Ning raised the sword.

"Abyssal Sword Art… First Form."

The darkness gathered into the blade.

The entire domain dimmed.

Then—

"Void Shatter."

He slashed toward Shaurya.

It was faster than thought.

Shaurya saw nothing.

Only—

Black light.

Then—

Lorgann roared.

"SHAURYA—!!"

The dragon leapt in front of him.

The slash struck Lorgann full force.

SHAAAAAAAA—!!!!!!

A massive explosion of black energy engulfed him.

Scales shattered.

Bones cracked.

Molten blood sprayed across the domain.

Lorgann hit the ground on all fours—

Barely.

His body trembled violently.

He coughed molten blood, dripping from his fangs.

But he did not fall.

He refused.

Shaurya's pupils shrank.

"Lorgann—!!"

The dragon smiled weakly.

His molten eyes dim.

"I told you… I won't fall."

It lifted it's head.

"But… I can't take much… more…"

Shaurya felt something snap inside him.

Not bone.

Not muscle.

Something deeper.

Something he kept buried.

An Ning tilted his head.

"You should have died from that. Impressive."

Then he pointed the blade toward Shaurya.

"Now—your turn."

Shaurya didn't speak.

Didn't breathe.

Didn't blink.

His blood boiled.

His vision tinted gold.

His aura—

erupted.

The air rippled.

Golden sparks scattered across the darkness like stars being reborn.

Shaurya's body straightened.

His breathing turned slow—dangerously slow.

His fingers tightened around the Meteorite Sword hilt.

An Ning raised a brow.

"Oh?"

Shaurya lowered his head.

"…You hurt Lorgann."

Golden cracks appeared across his skin.

"…You really did it."

The ground beneath him split.

"You—"

He lifted his face.

His eyes weren't golden.

They were burning.

"—WILL FACE MY FURYYYYY!!"

His aura detonated—

BOOOOOOOOOOM—!!!

A shockwave of pure golden force blasted outward.

The darkness domain vibrated violently.

Black clouds tore apart.

An Ning's hair fluttered for the first time.

Shaurya slowly sheathed his sword.

An Ning narrowed his eyes.

"Huh, accepting defeat…?"

Shaurya slid one foot backward.

His entire stance shifted.

Focused.

Sharp.

Lethal.

"Divine Sword Art…"

His voice echoed like thunder in a void.

"…END OF DARKNESS."

He unsheathed the Meteorite Sword in a single motion.

The slash wasn't a streak.

It wasn't a beam.

It wasn't a wave.

It was—

LIGHT.

Pure blinding golden radiance exploded outwards, cleaving through the darkness domain like the sun ripping apart the night.

The darkness cracked.

Shattered.

Collapsed inward.

An Ning's eyes widened.

"What—"

The golden slash hit his darkness domain head-on.

KAAAAA-THOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!

The collision shook the realm.

Black energy screamed as it was devoured. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The domain buckled and broke apart.

Every shadow tendril evaporated into smoke.

The attack overwhelmed space.

The shadows bent.

The ground split.

The realm howled.

The darkness domain flickered—

Then shattered completely.

Light returned to the valley.

And An Ning—

For the first time—

Was blasted backward badly.

He dug his heels into the ground, skidding across the domain, cracks ripping beneath his feet.

His lip split.

A trickle of blood rolled down his chin.

"…Impossible."

His voice trembled slightly.

Shaurya exhaled out steam, golden aura crackling around him.

Lorgann slowly rose behind him.

Barely standing.

But standing.

They stood side by side.

An Ning wiped the blood with his thumb.

His shocked expression slowly twisted into a grin.

"Good…"

His black aura exploded.

"VERY GOOD."

Shaurya rushed forward.

Lorgann charged beside him.

An Ning met them head-on.

The world trembled.

Shaurya slashed—

An Ning parried—

Lorgann roared molten fire—

An Ning cut through it—

Shaurya feinted left—

Lorgann hammered right—

An Ning blocked both—

But slid a step back.

Just one step.

But it was enough.

Shaurya leapt upward—

Lorgann rammed from below—

An Ning crossed his arms to block—

And skidded backward again.

The watching sects gasped.

"Master forced him back!"

"Lorgann too—both of them!"

"It's working!!"

The Meteorite Sword carved golden arcs.

Lorgann's claws carved molten crescents.

Together—

An Ning finally grunted.

Shaurya pierced his guard—

Lorgann struck his ribs—

An Ning was pushed back violently—

BOOOOOM—!!!

He smashed into a fractured cliff.

Dust erupted.

Shaurya stood with Lorgann, chest heaving, sword trembling.

An Ning rose slowly from the impact crater, his clothes torn, his lip bleeding, his expression twisted somewhere between outrage…

…and exhilaration.

He wiped the blood away.

Then smiled.

A smile too calm.

Too dangerous.

"Fine…"

His voice deepened.

"Then I'll stop holding back."

His shadow aura ignited like a sun going supernova.

The valley shook violently.

Everyone felt it.

This was no longer a test.

This has become a war.

TO BE CONTINUED…