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The Whispering Root Agares locked onto Pu Jianxing tightly. The terrifying mental shock that came from the wreckage of the abyss and carried a faint divine pressure was not invisible and intangible, but condensed into an almost tangible, filthy dark red torrent of destruction flowing with blasphemous runes, which slammed into Pu Jianxing!

boom!

Pu Jianxing bore the brunt of the blow, his protective sword energy trembling violently, and he uttered a whine as he could not bear the weight. He groaned, a trickle of blood instantly escaping from the corner of his mouth. The veins in his sword-gripping arm bulged, and his bones groaned softly. The mental impact was more than just a crushing of will.

"Come on!"

Pu Jianxing's voice was like a tearing silk, forcefully exploding in the spiritual storm. The ancient longsword in his hand, which had been with him for many years, finally burst into an unprecedented brilliance!

"Ten Thousand Swords: Cutting the Flow!"

The sword light was no longer simply sharp, but carried a will to cut through and isolate everything! The brilliant sword light shot up into the sky, no longer splitting the filthy torrent, but in the destructive torrent of spiritual shock, it forcibly cut out a short-lived vacuum!

This vacuum wasn't a physical vacuum; it was Pu Jianxing's unrivaled sword intent that forcibly sliced ​​and solidified a portion of space and the spiritual plane, forming a temporary "broken flow" barrier that separated the inside from the outside. The dark red spiritual torrent crashed against the invisible barrier, emitting a tooth-grinding, violent, frictional sound. Filthy runes flashed and exploded frantically, yet for a moment, they couldn't break through!

Within the barrier, the violent mental impact and muttering were largely weakened. Dao Yan's eyes flashed with silver light, and he seized this crucial opportunity and shouted hoarsely.

"Left front! Rift! Jump!"

Feng Tian didn't hesitate. Phoenix flames erupted from his body, transforming into a giant flaming claw. He snatched up the pale, almost exhausted Qing Yu and shot off like an arrow in the direction Dao Yan had indicated—a deep canyon that had just been ripped open by the earth's violent earthquake! Dao Yan followed closely behind, his white robes rustling in the chaotic energy turbulence.

"Ants! Stay!"

The core tree of the Whispering Root, Agares, unleashed a deafening, inhuman roar. It wasn't a sound wave, but a blasphemous voice that exploded directly on the spiritual plane. Beneath the earth, countless rotten roots as thick as pythons, coated in dark red slime and sharp bone spikes, burst forth. Like the tentacles of a predatory deep-sea monster, with a shrieking sound that ripped through the air, they swept towards the fleeing trio! Simultaneously, several filthy dark red energy beams condensed from the withered branches of the core tree, like spears of judgment, instantly locking onto Feng Tian and Dao Yan!

"Humph!"

Pu Jianxing's eyes flashed with coldness! He was now alone facing the abyss, feeling the pressure like a landslide or tsunami! Maintaining the "cut-off" barrier had already made his blood boil. Facing the fatal attacks simultaneously directed at his teammates, he had no intention of holding back!

"Sword World!"

A low roar, not earth-shattering, yet carrying a kind of resolute will that could shatter the universe. With Pu Jianxing as its center, an invisible, translucent ripple instantly spread out, dragging the enemy in! This wasn't a realm of artistic conception, but the prototype of a higher-level rule—the forced manifestation of the Rule of the Sword!

Sword world!

Within this sword realm, the air is no longer air, but countless extremely fine, invisible, yet omnipresent sword auras! Space is no longer space, but a battlefield sliced ​​and reconstructed by sword intent! The sound of all things is stripped away, leaving only the humming of billions of sword blades!

The speed of those violently swirling corrupted roots suddenly slowed down as soon as they entered the sword realm! It was as if they were trapped in an invisible, sticky swamp!

The moment those dark crimson energy beams, powerful enough to severely damage legends, entered the sword realm, they were intercepted, sliced, and eroded by countless translucent walls of sword energy that condensed from thin air! Like a meat grinder, the beams quickly dimmed and disintegrated into tiny specks of foul starlight, completely purified by the sword realm!

"Roar--!"

Whispering Root Agares roared in shock and fury! It felt like a fly caught in a spider's web within this realm, its every move sliced ​​and slowed by billions of invisible blades! Its vast mental pollution field was forcibly repelled and weakened by this pure, razor-sharp sword intent!

At the core of the sword world, Pu Jianxing's figure is like a sword monument that has stood for eternity.

His eyes were no longer a deep black, but had turned into a cold, emotionless silver-white.

And in his hand, the ancient longsword had disappeared. In its place, there was a longsword embodied by the pure, condensed and ultimate sword principles!

The sword possessed a strange translucent quality, as if composed of flowing crystal, yet possessed an edge powerful enough to cleave the world. Within its body, countless fine, mystical silver runes swirled endlessly like stars, each movement resonating and pulsing with the countless sword energies of the entire sword realm. Its mere existence emanated a mighty power so profound that even the Whispering Roots palpitated!

"cut!"

Pu Jianxing spat out a cold word. No fancy move names, only the purest and most direct killing will!

He waved his arm, and the sword of rules turned into a silver streak that pierced through the sky and earth according to his will!

The speed of this sword seemed to transcend the limitations of space. Wherever the thought went, the sword's edge was there! The target was directly aimed at the core of the Whispering Root, the place that gave him the feeling of threat!

scoff-

A soul-shattering tearing sound rang out! The incomparably tough, dark red corrupted matter enveloping the ancient tree was easily cut apart by the Sword of Rules like a hot knife through butter! The huge trunk of the ancient tree was almost severed by the sword, and the edge of the wound was as smooth as a mirror, covered with a cold silver glow, preventing the regeneration of the corrupted matter!

Deep within the wound, the obsidian-like abyssal wreckage was exposed. The blasphemous runes flowing on its surface flickered violently, emitting a piercing scream! A tiny, almost invisible crack appeared on the surface of the wreckage! Although extremely subtle, it was a damage to its essence!

"Ugh—!"

Agares's agonized roar resounded through the heavens and earth, and the corrupted power of the entire core area became violent and boiling! It felt the pain and anger from the "remains of its master"!

Countless, even thicker, corrupted roots, entwined with foul lightning, recklessly descended upon Pujian Star, the center of the Sword Realm, like mad dragons. A dense, rain-like shower of foul energy bombs erupted from the branches of the core ancient tree. The entire Sword Realm was violently shaken, enduring unprecedented pressure!

Pu Jianxing's silvery eyes remained icy. His figure flickered like a ghost within the sword realm, each movement sending billions of sword energies surging and strangling like a tidal wave. The Sword of Rules wielded with unfettered ease in his hands. Every strike of his sword inevitably severed and purified one or more violent roots, and annihilated a volcanic energy bomb!

He gradually gained the upper hand! With the blessing of the Sword Realm and the sharp edge of the Sword of Rules, the Whispering Root's massive size and terrifying contaminating power became a target for constant cutting and bleeding.

However, the price of forcibly activating the rules of the sword and controlling this power that far exceeds one's own realm is not low.

Pu Jianxing's face paled at a visible rate. Deep within his silvery-white eyes, fine veins of blood began to appear, like cracks on fine porcelain. The blood vessels beneath the skin of his sword-gripping arm bulged, taking on an abnormal silver-gray hue, as if ready to burst at any moment, spilling silver light instead of blood!

Every time he swung the Sword of Rules, every time he maintained the operation of the sword world, the backlash force was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, madly corroding his body, golden elixir, and even his soul!

His spiritual sense had already covered the edge of the canyon. He clearly saw Feng Tian, ​​Qingyu and Daoyan, transformed into three streams of light, and dangerously rushed out of the most violent energy turbulence range in the core area, temporarily escaping the fatal threat.

The goal has been achieved.

A cold light flickered in Pu Jianxing's silver eyes. He no longer wanted to fight.

Facing the next wave of destructive attacks launched by Whispering Root Agares due to severe pain and anger, which were almost all-out - dozens of giant roots wrapped in filthy lightning surrounded and strangled him, and the core ancient tree condensed into a dark red destructive light column with a diameter of several meters - Pu Jianxing made a decision.

He poured the remaining spiritual power in his body, along with the last strength contained in the Sword of Rules itself, into the Sword of Rules in his hand without reservation!

"Split the Sky!"

The Sword of Rules erupted with an unprecedentedly blinding light, the star runes on the blade swirling wildly, instantly expanding! Pu Jianxing didn't swing. Instead, he hurled this terrifying weapon, the embodiment of the Sword's rules, like a javelin, at the encircling and strangling giant root network and the ancient tree at the core of the destructive light column—a fierce thrust!

boom--!

The moment the Sword of Rules left his hand, the silver light around Pu Jianxing suddenly dimmed, and his eyes instantly returned to a deep black, but deep in his pupils was fatigue and pain that could not be concealed.

The separated Sword of Rules transformed into the first thunderclap of creation! It pierced through the foul lightning and sticky decay, carrying an unstoppable will of destruction. With incredible precision, it bombarded the depths of the massive wound cut open before the core ancient tree, crashing fiercely into the remains of the abyss!

"No!"

Agares let out an unprecedented, shrill scream, a mixture of excruciating pain and terror! Cracks in the abyssal wreckage instantly widened, and foul light flickered wildly, flickering unpredictably! The entire core area twisted and trembled violently like a shattered mirror! The encircling root network and destructive beams were forcibly blocked and even partially disintegrated by this ultimate blow imbued with the power of laws. The turbulent energy flow instantly became tenfold more violent!

At this moment when the chaos was like the collapse of heaven and earth and the light obscured everything, Pu Jianxing endured the severe pain of soul-tearing and the emptiness of the body, and became one with the sword!

call out!

A dim but teleporting sword light, like a fish swimming upstream, accurately captured a brief gap in the violent energy turbulence caused by the impact of the Sword of Rules!

The sword flashed and disappeared in an instant into the twisted shadows of the dead trees outside.

Only the core area remained, where Whispering Root Agares roared and struggled madly amidst the ravages of the Sword of Rules' residual power and the pain of the wounded Abyssal wreckage, pouring endless rage upon the surrounding, already shattered earth. Deep within the obsidian wreckage, a faint, filthy dark light flickered, as if a thoroughly enraged eye of the abyss had memorized the direction of the sword's escape.