A Man Like None Other

Chapter 5820

Before the gates of the Xuantian Sword Sect in the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain Range, what

was once a sacred celestial land, brimming with soaring sword energy and spiritual beauty, has now become a bloodbath of carnage.

The demonic clouds, as dark as ink, churn and obscure the sun; the roars of beasts shake the heavens and tear the sky apart.

The brilliant light curtain formed by the Big Dipper Sword Qi Subduing Demon Array, under the endless erosion of demonic energy and the impact of brute force, has become as thin as a cicada’s wing, flickering and emitting a heart-wrenching creaking sound, unable to bear the weight.

The seven sword peaks have dimmed, and cracks have even appeared on their surfaces, as if they might collapse at any moment.

Inside and outside the mountain gate, corpses lie strewn everywhere, and blood flows in streams.

There were the tattered sword robes and mangled bodies of Xuantian Sword Sect disciples, as well as the charred bones of Demon Sect cultivators and the massive corpses of Fusion Beast Warriors.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, burnt flesh, and the chilling stillness of annihilated souls. The surviving Sword Sect disciples, mostly wounded and their robes stained with blood, still gripped their swords tightly, their eyes resolute as they held their positions.

Yet, deep within their eyes, an undeniable weariness and despair crept in.

The mountain-protecting formation had reached its limit.

Ling Yunzi stood atop the crumbling main peak, the “Xuantian Sword” in his hand no longer as dazzling as before, its blade even showing fine cracks.

His face was deathly pale, his clothes soaked with blood, his breathing erratic, clearly on the verge of collapse.

But he still stood tall, like an unyielding mountain, his gaze fixed on the two figures outside the formation radiating overwhelming ferocity—Hun Sha and Zheng Gu.

“Hehehe… Ling Yunzi, why fight like a trapped beast?”

mid-air, his demonic energy churning around him. His face, once slapped by David, was

how long your mountain-protecting formation

I will personally extract your soul and refine your spirit, reducing your Xuan Tian Sword Sect’s

the dim light. He wielded

to commemorate the rise

like a

disciples, upon hearing this, felt their grief and indignation deepen, yet not one

was no turning back today; only a fight

a deep breath, suppressing the metallic taste rising in his throat, his voice hoarse yet carrying an undeniable resolve: “Disciples of the Xuan

The surviving

roared in unison,

into the formation beneath their feet without reservation, some even burning their

bodies cracking. Ancient sword intents, originally hidden deep within the earth and incomparably sharp, were forcibly awakened, like dragons emerging from their slumber, converging towards the

remaining strength, a final act

Fiend and Ferocious Bone showed not fear, but rather

exactly the effect they

its foundation, they could eliminate this major threat from the

Xuan Tian Sword Sect was about to ignite its final, glorious, and ultimately

“Boom—!!!”

indescribable roar did not originate from the battlefield, but from the very depths of the

of a chaotic giant awakening, it instantly overwhelmed all the fighting,

an indescribable, terrifying pressure, like an

but carried an ancient and boundless aura of supreme authority, surpassing all