"Roar!!!"

The army’s loud shouts combined with the sound of weapons being wielded by the divine warriors, creating an almost deafening noise.

If an ordinary person were here, they might be scared to death on the spot.

The formation led by Su Huaiying finally showed signs of defeat.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

Four Divine Generals simultaneously launched an attack on the dual-faced dharma image. The latter had an arm severed, a large wound on the side of its neck, and its chest directly pierced through.

The Water Moon Guanyin, as beautiful as an illusory moon, shed a tear from its left eye, seemingly lamenting its destined fate.

Meanwhile, the Asura Aspect continued to struggle, its fierce face a frightening blue, eyes red, suddenly baring fangs as it began tearing at the nearest Divine General’s arm, tearing it off directly!

Su Huaiying’s face turned pale, a trace of blood seeped out from the corner of her mouth, but she swallowed the remaining blood back into her throat.

Chen Kuang squatted down, patted her back, and said, "Disband the formation." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Su Huaiying let out a breath and nodded.

The dual-faced dharma image in the sky collapsed backward, then transformed into countless glowing fragments, dissipating into the air.

The four Divine Generals immediately pursued triumph, swinging their massive weapons at the people.

The sound of the wind pressed down, instilling fear.

The frail and tattered old man standing before them bore the brunt.

The old man raised his head, pointing a finger toward the sky.

He extended two fingers, slim and powerful like bamboo joints, pressed together and thrust straight into the sky.

The old man’s spine was incredibly straight, and in this world, it seemed there was nothing straighter.

He was no longer frail but immensely tall!

His figure seemed to stretch endlessly toward the sky until it reached the pitch-black firmament, unable to be concealed by the sun, moon, and cosmos.

Sky touching, earth standing.

At this moment, he was like a sword piercing through the heavens and earth.

Huo Hengxuan spoke, seemingly addressing Chen Kuang behind him, or perhaps merely muttering to himself.

He softly said, "I’ve never really known how to use a sword."

"Someone once told me that I wasn’t cut out for Swordsmanship, that my swordplay was both ugly and useless, so I never learned to wield a sword."

"Among all the Swordsmanships in Jie Lan Temple, I never touched a single one, learning only martial arts with fists and legs."

"Later in the army, I had no choice but to pick up a sword because it was the only weapon I could use."

"’Grass Cutting Song’ is never Swordsmanship. It’s merely the art of killing."

"The weapon doesn’t matter. The number of people killed does."

"The more people you kill, the stronger you become, and the higher your status, the more you gain... I must strive, so when I return to her, even the ugliest sword must be deemed beautiful."

Huo Hengxuan raised his head, looking at the sky, sighing:

"I used to think this way."

"But later, I realized it’s not like that."

"After earning fame and fortune, so many people flattered me insincerely, complimenting my swordplay. Yet, I wasn’t happy at all... Turns out, I never wanted to prove myself; I just wanted her to talk to me."

"Sadly... such an opportunity is no longer possible."

The old man, expressionless, lowered his head to gaze at the massive army before him, as though observing a swarm of ants:

"In this life, I only wield one sword."

"And whoever sees it finds it beautiful."

Huo Hengxuan’s hand moved, his fingers pressed together like a sword, slowly sweeping from top to bottom, slicing through this world.

He said, "Slash!"

The old man’s stance was incredibly simple, even rudimentary, without any flashy spiritual Qi surges, dazzling light effects, or the like.

No giant spectral sword was seen gathering in the sky.

No overwhelming wave of swords followed the old man’s summons.

Just this simple and straightforward approach, even... somewhat ugly.

But then, Chen Kuang realized, this sword was not slow.

On the contrary, it was unbelievably fast.

Because the army before him began to roll backward.

Yes, roll backward.

This is not a metaphor but a genuine phenomenon.

Like a tide, the overwhelming charge of tens of thousands of horses pulling banners for miles all rolled back as this sword strike landed.

The horses curled their limbs, rolling backward like children playing with pill bugs.

The cavalrymen riding the horses were also rolled into the horses, like fillings inside rolls.

The four Divine Generals above were no exception, no matter how big, terrifying, or intimidating they were, becoming seaweed wrapping on a sushi roll.

Banners, horns, people, armor, the dust flying in the sky.

All of it rolled backward instantly.

Meanwhile, the things behind rolled forward similarly.

The left rolled likewise, the right rolled likewise, up and down, front and back, all the same!

Countless things folded and rolled toward a central point, as if transforming from three dimensions into a flat plane.

And those caught in it still hadn’t understood what was happening.

Their expressions remained resolute, their faces filled with murderous intent, as if their enemy was right in front of them.

The horses’ legs never stopped, continuously running with effort.

Even in their eyes, Chen Kuang and others were still reflected.

And in the reflection, their spears and swords were thrusting toward the latter, victory was within reach!

But in reality, they were moving further away from Chen Kuang and others until rolled into the center, revealing a strange seam.