I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

Yue Gang, one of the Celestial Race's outstanding talents.

The corpse fell from the sword domain to the desolate wilderness outside the city, where all was silent.

All the cultivators in the city stared blankly, as if they had not yet recovered from the shock of that sword strike.

Everyone held their breath, and could only hear the roar of their own heartbeats in their ears.

When Shen Ming and Jun Luo began to speak, they forgot their surprise and stared wide-eyed.

Could it be that that one sword strike wasn't the limit?!

The downside of challenging someone of a lower level is that the one with the lower level has the trump card.

Whether or not it succeeds, there's no point in continuing.

If this becomes a regular practice, it would disrupt the balance of heaven and earth, showing no regard for the tribulations of heaven.

High in the air, Li Zibai focused intently on his sword, only to find that his two opponents had retreated.

"Who is he?! How dare you collude with outsiders to harm us here?!" Tianjie, who was fighting alongside Chi Linghua, shouted.

What nonsense is this? Li Zibai followed their gaze and saw the Sword Domain and the fallen Yue Gang.

Within the sword domain, Shen Ming was confronting Jun Luo.

Despite his cultivation level being at the Lesser Emperor Realm, he was in no way inferior.

"this?"

Li Zibai was confused. Shen Ming was pretending to be a Saint Realm expert, but he actually had strength even greater than that of a Saint Realm expert.

Then why bother with the pretense? Or is it that the emperor's cultivation level is a facade?

It was so dramatic, Li Zibai thought of the enduring rumors.

That's the mindset of the strongest person who plays the game of life.

Within the Sword Domain, the faces of the people from the Heavenly God Palace were ashen, and the atmosphere was as oppressive as if frozen in time.

Beside Jun Luo was another outstanding talent.

A pale-faced man in blue robes had two heavy iron hammers stuck diagonally behind his back, but his eyes revealed a cold, bloodthirsty intent.

His name is Tuoyu.

"Sir, leave it to me."

Tuoyu took the initiative to step forward.

He didn't believe that was Shen Ming's regular combat strength, and he didn't believe that the Sword Domain could continue indefinitely.

Based on these considerations, it would be unwise to join forces with Jun Luo.

Conversely, by taking turns consuming resources, the limits of the sword domain are measured.

“Go ahead.” Jun Luo nodded.

The Celestials are not driven by emotions. Some say their thinking is comparable to that of a cold machine. Faced with different crises, they will make the optimal solution, including sacrificing their own kind.

Tuoyu laughed loudly, stepped forward, and shook the heavens with his twin hammers, attempting to shatter the sword domain.

"Humans, bear the wrath of the Celestial Palace!"

The twin hammers clashed with a sound that seemed to tear through the air, each strike carrying the power to shatter the void.

This is an attempt to find a weakness in the Sword Domain; it appears violent, but is actually quite clever.

Shen Ming slightly raised the sword tip, and in an instant, the aura between heaven and earth solidified once again, and countless sword intents emerged from the void.

Within the sword domain, sword light roamed, carrying a silent sharpness.

Tuo Yu slammed his double hammers down fiercely, but he could not get even half a step closer to Shen Ming. Like a dragon emerging from the abyss, he struck directly at the corner of the sword domain!

A deafening roar erupted, not from the shattering of the sword domain, but from the reappearance of thunder.

The next instant, the Thunder Sword Prison suddenly converged, like a gaping maw, and without any attack process, it directly enveloped Tuoyu.

The Thunder Sword Domain resembled a giant vortex, with lightning swirling at its center and sword energy roaring, transforming into an absolute killing domain.

Tuoyu was located at the very center of the vortex.

His enormous figure seemed to be firmly locked in place, and no matter how much he struggled, he could not break free from that invisible restraint.

He swung his double hammers like meteors, striking in all directions, but each strike was blocked by countless sword energies, sparking a dazzling burst of sparks.

"Break!" Tuoyu roared repeatedly, his hammer strikes were like the collapse of heaven and earth, but the vortex of the Thunder Sword Prison only paused slightly under his attack.

The next moment, it became even more violent, with thunder roaring like an angry dragon, carrying endless sword intent that surged from all directions, completely devouring his attack.

Amidst the flashes of lightning, Tuoyu's figure appeared even smaller.

His strong, towering body was slashed by sword energy, leaving bloody marks.

He gritted his teeth and roared, trying to shatter the thunder again, but the merciless sword prison gave him no chance to breathe.

"God's Slash!"

Jun Luo could no longer sit still, and took out a huge golden halberd.

Instead of rescuing people, he attacked Shen Ming.

Divine blood burned, and the sound was like rolling thunder.

With a sudden swing of the golden halberd, a golden blade of light burst forth, carrying the force to split the heavens and earth, and cleaved straight towards Shen Ming.

This blade of light traversed the sky, tearing apart the sword domain. Wherever the golden light passed, the void was cleaved open, creating a pitch-black crack, as if the entire world was about to be cut apart by this terrifying divine art.

What's even more terrifying is that this move is not merely a condensation of power; it contains the divine power of the Celestial Race.

"Sword Domain, I reign supreme!"

Shen Ming's gaze narrowed slightly; in this sword domain, he was not limited by the number of enemies.

"Sword Thirteen!"

He unleashed the strongest sword technique of the Wuji Sword Art.

This sword can be used to strike anything.

In the Sword Domain, they were invincible.

Every single strand is imbued with sword intent!

A massive, boundless sword appeared, carrying a sharp aura that seemed to pierce through heaven and earth.

The Wuji Sword clashed with the golden blade of light.

With a deafening roar, the phantom sword and the golden light blade collided in mid-air, generating a world-destroying shockwave.

Golden light raged wildly, and sword intent intertwined and crisscrossed.

A hint of surprise flashed in Jun Luo's eyes. He hadn't expected Shen Ming to be able to withstand the attack head-on, but he didn't stop.

He let out a cold shout, gripped the golden halberd tightly with both hands, and the halberd's edge once again shone with divine light. Taking advantage of the shockwave from the first attack, he directly broke through the air and the golden halberd slashed fiercely at Shen Ming like a heavenly blade.

"Die!" Jun Luo roared, his figure transforming into a golden afterimage, his killing intent surging like a tide. This attack pushed his divine power to the limit, forcing the surrounding sword intent to dissipate.

"The Celestial Race's divine arts are nothing special," Shen Ming commented, transforming himself into a sword.

The two figures clashed fiercely in mid-air. In the clash of swords and halberds, Shen Ming's sword intent repeatedly suppressed Jun Luo's divine power by a slight advantage.

Jun Luo's shock grew, and he never imagined that someone could gain the upper hand in a direct confrontation with him!

"You...are you really human?!" Jun Luo's expression changed slightly, and he once again gathered his divine power to fight.

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching scream rang out.

Thunder Sword Prison, like a punishment from heaven and earth, continues to torment Tuoyu.

Under the relentless bombardment of sword energy and lightning, every inch of the enormous figure's skin was charred and cracked in the lightning.

"Save me..." Tuo Yu uttered his last words, but his voice was drowned out by the thunder. Amidst the surging sword energy, his figure finally vanished in the purple lightning.

As the Thunder Sword Prison gradually subsided, only a scorched earth and a silent wreck remained at the center of the vortex.

"Another, another one!"

The monks of Blackrock City were terrified; many even collapsed to the ground, their legs trembling.

Shen Ming was not their enemy, but the power he displayed instilled a natural fear in them.

This person breaks the rules and disrupts the balance.

To put it even more dramatically, it defies the laws of nature!

In particular, the sword domain is still there, showing no signs of being exhausted!