Zi Yu Mo looked at Nalan Sheng and, before Nalan Sheng could respond, continued speaking:
"You can see for yourself, my brother is a useless fool, unfit to be the king of Ziling Kingdom."
"If we join forces, we can conquer all the other nations together!"
As Zi Yu Mo spoke, his expression became more frenzied.
"Nalan Sheng, you have the strength for this!"
"I'm not interested."
Nalan Sheng frowned, his voice calm.
The fervent look on Zi Yu Mo's face instantly twisted into a savage expression.
"Are you... rejecting me?"
As soon as his words fell, a large number of warriors surrounded Nalan Sheng from the air.
All were Martial Kings!
There were hundreds of them, all Martial King-level warriors.
"As the leader of the rebels, you must die," Nalan Sheng said coldly.
At that moment, he raised Ye Fan Sword high.
As the energy from his body surged into the blade, an overwhelming aura of sword energy began swirling around it.
"Kill him!!!"
Zi Yu Mo's face contorted with rage as he bellowed the order.
The moment his command rang out, the Martial Kings around him released their powerful martial skills simultaneously.
It seemed they had been preparing for this, as the martial skills erupted in an instant, without any delay!
Boom, boom—
The unleashed martial arts filled the air with deafening explosions as waves of terrifying energy crashed down on Nalan Sheng, engulfing him completely.
"Hahaha!"
"What's the use of being a Sword Saint?"
"Can you possibly withstand the martial skills of hundreds of Martial Kings?"
Zi Yu Mo laughed maniacally as he watched.
Whoosh—
But in an instant, the overwhelming energy split cleanly in half and dissipated.
Zi Yu Mo's laughter froze on his face.
Nalan Sheng's figure reappeared, completely unscathed.
Just moments ago, he had swung Ye Fan Sword, effortlessly slicing through the wave of martial arts energy, dispersing it.
"Useless."
"No martial skill can stop me."
Nalan Sheng glanced coldly around at the surrounding warriors as he spoke.
"Impossible..."
The onlookers' eyes widened in shock, their bodies trembling slightly.
The two elderly men beside Zi Yu Mo were equally stunned.
How could this be?
Even a Martial Saint couldn't come out of such an attack unscathed! And yet, Nalan Sheng not only survived but sliced the immense energy in half.
It had to be the sword!
Both elders quickly realized it—the terrifying aura of Ye Fan Sword and the strange markings along its blade.
Just looking at the sword gave them a bone-chilling fear.
[Sword Rain]!
Nalan Sheng didn't hesitate. He summoned Ye Fan Sword's power again.
From the sword, blue energy erupted, forming countless blue swords that shot toward the surrounding warriors.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
The blue energy swords moved even faster than the previous sword energy.
Before the Martial Kings could react, their bodies were pierced through!
Over a hundred Martial Kings were instantly killed.
[Killed Martial King-level warrior, gained 1,000,000 evolution points]
[Killed Martial King-level warrior, gained 1,000,000 evolution points]
[Killed Martial King-level warrior, gained 1,000,000 evolution points]
...
[Absorbed Martial King-level blood essence, gained 100 energy points]
[Absorbed Martial King-level blood essence, gained 100 energy points]
[Absorbed Martial King-level blood essence, gained 100 energy points]
...
Once again, an endless stream of blood and energy was absorbed by Ye Fan Sword, surging into its blade and then into Nalan Sheng's body.
"The energy I just used... it's already fully recovered..."
Feeling the powerful energy coursing through him, Nalan Sheng muttered to himself in awe.
This sword was truly terrifying.
In such a short amount of time, all the energy he had expended was replenished!
With this sword, as long as he continued killing, his energy would never deplete.
"Nalan Sheng!!!"
Zi Yu Mo shouted in fury, his eyes bloodshot with rage.
His elite warriors, his pride, had been slaughtered by Nalan Sheng so easily!
"Now it's your turn."
Nalan Sheng ignored Zi Yu Mo's outburst. In a flash, he appeared right in front of Zi Yu Mo, swinging Ye Fan Sword down toward him!
Clang!
But just at that moment, the two elderly men stepped in front of Zi Yu Mo, each holding large swords to block the attack.
As the swords clashed with Ye Fan Sword, a sharp metallic sound rang out, and cracks began to spread across their blades.
"What...?"
The two elders' eyes widened in disbelief.
Their swords were forged from meteorite steel, some of the strongest weapons known, yet a single strike had cracked them.
Crack, crack—
The cracks spread rapidly across the blades, and in an instant, both swords shattered into countless pieces!
In that brief moment, everything happened so fast.
Realizing the danger, the two elders abandoned their broken swords and quickly pulled Zi Yu Mo back, trying to escape.
"You can't run," Nalan Sheng said coldly.
In his current state, with Ye Fan Sword in hand, his strength had increased dramatically.
With a single thought, he reappeared in front of them, blocking their escape.
Though these two elders were also Martial Saints, they posed no threat to Nalan Sheng now.
"Nalan Sheng, get lost!"
The two elders extended their hands—one summoning fierce fire energy, while the other unleashed an icy blast—both energies hurtling toward Nalan Sheng.