The Man’s Decree

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?”

him. His face, once slapped by David, was contorted with resentment and

how long your mountain-protecting formation can hold

your spirit, reducing your Xuan Tian Sword Sect’s ten-thousand-year heritage to ashes! And that little beast David… I will find him and

in the

I will use your blood to commemorate the

Gu roared, like a

this, felt their grief and indignation

back today; only

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

” The

roared in unison,

the formation beneath

sword peaks trembled violently, their bodies cracking. Ancient sword intents, originally hidden deep within the earth and incomparably sharp, were forcibly awakened, like dragons emerging

strength, a final act of mutual

showed not fear, but rather an

was exactly the effect

foundation, they could eliminate

Xuan Tian Sword Sect was about to

“Boom—!!!”

roar did not originate from the battlefield, but

dawn of the universe, or the heavy sigh of a chaotic giant awakening, it instantly overwhelmed all the fighting, roars, and mournful

indescribable, terrifying pressure, like an invisible curtain of the sky, suddenly

was not merely powerful, but carried an ancient and boundless aura of supreme authority, surpassing all things, as if