Ascending to Godhood: I Can Foresee All Futures

Within the Sword River, countless fine strands of Sword Qi surged toward Chen Sheng from the left like a wildfire, carrying a searing heat and sharpness that threatened to incinerate everything.

For a moment, high above the arena, the Red Flame Sword River rushed from the left while the Cyan Flood Dragon Sword Gang lunged from the right.

The two terrifying attacks sealed off all of Chen Sheng’s room to evade. They descended with a roar, carrying all the killing intent and determination Lu Xuanzhou and Li Xuance could muster.

Faced with this pincer attack from both sides—a killing blow that would have instantly slain any ordinary Profound Gang Realm Martial Artist—

Chen Sheng merely snorted and thrust his arms out to his sides.

"CLANG—!"

A colossal, illusory Golden Bell suddenly materialized around him. It looked solid and weighty, was dark gold in color, and its surface flowed with crimson Blood Talismans and a faint golden halo.

The majestic bell emanated a powerful, indestructible aura, seemingly impervious to all techniques.

The defensive Divine Technique of the Six Extremes Golden Bell Technique—the Innate Protective Golden Bell!

"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!"

The red Sword River and the cyan Sword Flood Dragon slammed into the massive, illusory Golden Bell at almost the same instant.

A deafening roar thundered endlessly as the rampaging Sword Qi clashed violently with the Golden Light and Blood Talismans on the bell’s surface, annihilating each other and creating a piercing screech and a series of thunderous cracks.

The terrifying shockwave kicked up all the rubble on the arena floor and pulverized it.

However, the illusory Golden Bell only swayed slightly at first before becoming as steady as a mountain.

No matter how furiously the Sword Qi bombarded it from the outside, the talismans on the bell’s surface continued to flow. Although its radiance dimmed slightly, it stood firm, unyielding.

Inside the bell, not even the corner of Chen Sheng’s clothes stirred.

’How is this possible?!’

Incredulous horror appeared in the eyes of both Lu Xuanzhou and Li Xuance.

’This was our all-out combined attack, and we couldn’t even break through his defense?!’

Just as the two were reeling from the shock, their old strength spent and new strength yet to be summoned,

a vicious glint flashed in the eyes of Chen Sheng, who was still inside the bell!

"Break!"

With a low shout, Chen Sheng snapped his arms inward, then violently thrust them out again.

"DONG—!!!"

A terrifying toll, grander and more prolonged than any of the previous roars, erupted from the illusory Golden Bell. It felt as if it could cleanse the very Divine Soul.

A visible, pale-gold soundwave swept out fiercely in all directions from the center of the Golden Bell, like the circular ripples created by a giant stone thrown into a calm lake.

"TSSST TSSST TSSST—!"

Wherever the soundwave passed, both the roiling red Sword River and the ferocious, roaring cyan Sword Flood Dragon disintegrated from within, cracking inch by inch as if broken by an invisible force.

They turned into a sky full of drifting motes of light and quickly vanished into nothingness.

Lu Xuanzhou and Li Xuance bore the brunt of the attack.

Struck by the soundwave, which contained immense Gang Force and concussive power, they felt as if they had been hit by a heavy blow. Their chests tightened, their blood roiled, and they staggered backward, unable to control their bodies.

And in that instant, as the golden soundwave had yet to fully dissipate and the two had lost their composure,

a dark figure shot up into the sky from within the fading illusion of the Golden Bell like a phantom.

It was Chen Sheng!

Now high in the air, his gaze was like lightning, instantly locking onto Li Xuance on the left, whose aura was in disarray and who had yet to steady himself.

No words, no flourishes.

Chen Sheng immediately gripped the hilt of the Dragon Roar Blade at his waist with one hand.

He drew his blade.

And slashed!

"SHING—!"

The instant the clear ring of the blade sounded, a deep, dark arc of light materialized from thin air. It tore through the atmosphere as it slashed down toward Li Xuance.

The slash was too fast for the eye to follow.

Contained within the arc of light was a chilling Mental Realm that could sever all things and break all techniques. It instantly locked onto Li Xuance’s mind and even the aura surrounding his body.

Li Xuance’s pupils shrank to pinpricks.

He felt a fatal sense of crisis well up inside him.

It shocked him back to his senses.

With a wild roar, he desperately channeled his remaining Gang Qi. His Red Water Sword let out a final, mournful cry as he thrust it horizontally to block.

At the same time, he pushed his Protective Gang Qi to its absolute limit, forming a solid shield of light over his body.

However, it was all in vain.

"CRACK—THWUMP!"

The crisp sound of something breaking and the dull thud of something being pierced rang out almost simultaneously.

The Red Water Treasure Sword, which had accompanied Li Xuance for many years, snapped in half the instant it made contact with the dark blade arc.

Immediately after,

the Protective Gang Shield he had desperately erected was torn apart as easily as a sheet of paper.

The arc of light, its momentum undiminished, struck Li Xuance squarely in the chest.

"ARGH—!!"

A bloodcurdling scream echoed across the arena.

As if struck by a massive force, Li Xuance’s sternum emitted a sickening crunch, and he violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

Like a kite with a snapped string—just like Lu Maozhi before him—he fell limply from the sky, crashing hard onto the ground outside the arena. A cloud of dust billowed up, his fate unknown.

"Senior Brother Xuan Ce!!"

Xiong Lie’s eyes nearly split with rage and grief. He leaped forward and lifted his senior brother into his arms.

He saw a gruesome, bone-deep gash on Li Xuance’s chest. His breathing was terrifyingly faint; he was on the verge of death.

Xiong Lie snapped his head up to look at Chen Sheng, who stood in the air holding his blade. His eyes were filled with nothing but boundless fear and horror.

The dignified chief True Inheritor of the Iron Sword Sect, the fifth of the Ning’an Ten Heroes,

had once again failed to withstand a single slash from Chen Sheng—just like in the battle at Luoyun Manor.

"BANG!"

Up on the high platform, the armrest of the chair under Iron Sword Sect Leader Lu Qingsong was crushed to splinters in his grip.

He shot to his feet, his face ashen, and radiated a terrifying aura as he stared deadly at Chen Sheng on the arena stage.

"The younger generation is sparring, and victory is decided by skill. What are you planning to do, Sect Leader Lu?"

Sun Yuzhi’s cold voice rang out as she quietly placed a hand on the hilt of her sword. Her frosty eyes, like shards of ice, locked onto Lu Qingsong.

Lu Qingsong’s chest heaved. He ground his teeth, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Li Xuance’s wretched state and Chen Sheng. Finally, he squeezed a few words through his clenched jaw:

"Good! Very good!"

Lu Qingsong took a deep breath, suppressed his rage, and sat back down, but his fists remained tightly clenched within his sleeves.

He knew.

This time, in the battle for the Wushan Yuan Ore shares, the Iron Sword Sect was utterly finished.