The God-Destroying Sword
The Ansha's eyes burned.
With a thunderous roar, he unleashed a blue magical wind that exploded outward from his body. The force was overwhelming—like a celestial storm born from the heart of the universe. Saints, disciples, and demons alike were thrown backward, sliding across the celestial ground nearly twenty-five meters before they could stabilize themselves.
The wind howled.
Then—
The Ansha vanished.
In the next instant he reappeared beside Nem, his presence like a blade pressed against the battlefield's throat.
But Xiao Yan was already moving.
Without hesitation, he surged forward and thrust the God-Destroying Sword straight toward the Ansha.
The blade struck.
Once again—
The dragon scale resisted.
The sword ground against the blue armor with a shrill metallic cry, sparks of celestial energy erupting from the contact.
Xiao Yan gritted his teeth and pushed harder.
Behind him, the Saints gathered their remaining strength and poured their power into the attack. Waves of spiritual energy surged through Xiao Yan's body, amplifying the force of the blade.
At the same time, Nem extended his hands.
Dark energy wrapped around the battlefield, constricting space itself and preventing the Ansha from slipping away.
For the first time—
The impenetrable armor faltered.
A faint crack appeared on the dragon scale.
Then another.
Thin fractures spread across the blue surface like lightning crawling through glass.
Xiao Yan's eyes flashed.
Now.
With a sudden burst of speed, he shifted his stance and drove the blade upward.
The sword pierced through the cracks and plunged into the Ansha's chest.
Blood erupted violently from the wound, scattering across the celestial air.
The battlefield gasped.
But Xiao Yan did not stop.
Using the momentum of the strike, he twisted his body and launched into a powerful scissors kick, vaulting over the Ansha's shoulder.
As he flipped through the air, he remembered the words that had guided him for a century.
Destroy the inner core…
One precise cut…
His body rotated.
The sword descended.
With absolute precision—
He drove the God-Destroying Sword deep into the Ansha's knee.
The place where the hidden core of his internal alchemy resided.
The Ansha groaned—a sound filled with ancient pain.
His body staggered.
The divine aura surrounding him flickered violently.
Across the battlefield, Hao Nan, who had been locked in combat with Di'or, immediately rushed toward them to intervene.
But before she could reach them—
The Ansha raised a hand.
A silent command.
Retreat.
Hao Nan froze.
Slowly… reluctantly… she withdrew.
Xiao Yan did not hesitate.
He struck again.
The sword twisted deeper within the Ansha's knee.
And then—
Something impossible happened.
The Ansha's body began to dissolve.
Starting from the knee upward, his form slowly crumbled into shimmering dust. Particles of light drifted into the celestial wind like fragments of a dying star.
His torso faded.
His arms scattered.
His head dissolved last.
Within moments—
The Ansha was gone.
The battlefield fell silent.
Only the whisper of cosmic wind remained as the last grains of his existence scattered into the void.
Saints.
Disciples.
Demons.
All stood frozen in disbelief.
They had done it.
The one who could not die…
Had finally fallen.
Around them, the remaining Celestial immortals—shocked and disorganized by their master's fall—were quickly surrounded and captured by the surviving warriors.
No one cheered.
No one spoke.
They simply stared at the empty space where the Ansha had once stood.
And wondered—
Whether the universe had truly just changed forever.