Chapter 1935: The Hand Cannon Returns to the World

Chapter 1935: Chapter 1935: The Hand Cannon Returns to the World

Peak of Creation Realm.

Before his death, the Green Cloud Sword Master had already reached this realm; no one understood it better than him.

You could say he’d already set foot on the peak of the Six Worlds.

"However, now that you’re inside my own dimension—even if you’re at the peak of the Creation Realm—it’s still possible for us to battle."

Sword intent surged through the heavens and earth, black astral winds swept across this space, and the clouds above twisted into a spiraling vortex under those winds, thunder crackling wildly within the spiral!

The Green Cloud Sword Master extended his hands, clutching at the spiraled clouds as if grasping a sword’s hilt!

As the Green Cloud Sword Master struck at Chang’sheng—

The spiraling clouds plummeted from the sky, smashing straight toward Chang’sheng!

The raging wind was razor-sharp; wherever it swept, space was sliced in half like twigs and leaves by sword qi, the once-unbroken barriers of space now fragile as paper, shredded to thin threads!

He could turn anything around him into a sword with just a flick of his wrist.

With one move, he possessed the power to destroy heaven and earth.

No wonder the Green Cloud Sword Master was called the greatest sword cultivator.

Chang’sheng lifted his head slightly as the wild wind howled, his robes fluttering restlessly, but his long hair drifted as if caressed only by a gentle breeze.

"So this guy is your past life?"

He didn’t care at all about this sword strike that might’ve torn the world apart—instead, Chang’sheng didn’t even look back as he asked Netherworld King.

Netherworld King nodded slightly. "Should be right."

A soul fragment reborn—so yeah, it was technically his prior incarnation.

The Green Cloud Sword Master remarked indifferently, "Merge with me, and you can set foot in Outer Heaven. What’s wrong with that? This world is too narrow; venturing into a broader world, isn’t that a blessing for a sword cultivator?"

Chang’sheng watched as the spiraling cloud hovered just above him, and simply, unassumingly stretched out a hand to softly press against it.

The momentum of the sword halted instantly!

The Green Cloud Sword Master’s pupils contracted sharply—this strike had gathered all the power of law within the space, and yet the opponent caught it with ease?

Chang’sheng acted like nothing happened, holding up the cloud with one hand, sneering, "Why don’t you let Netherworld King take control of your soul and show you around?"

With a cold snort, the Green Cloud Sword Master formed a seal with his hands, and from him, thousands of sword edges forged themselves—all integrating the power of law in this space and the immense Sword Dao of the champion from a million years ago!

With a snap of his fingers, these thousands of sword edges rushed at Chang’sheng like a deluge of swords.

The intention was to overwhelm Chang’sheng together with the gigantic cloud-sword!

"Netherworld King was just a fragment of my soul; what’s wrong with letting it return home?"

That was the logic, after all.

The Green Cloud Sword Master was only reclaiming what was his, not exactly at fault.

Chang’sheng said flatly, "Oh? Sounds pretty reasonable."

Without even glancing at the myriad sword edges slashing toward him, Chang’sheng grabbed the cloud sword with his hand, his fingers closing into a fist!

It was a simple grip—yet it contained all the supreme Daoist principles of heaven and earth.

In an instant, the spiraling clouds shattered!

"But so what?" Chang’sheng couldn’t have cared less, saying, "He’s my disciple. Sure, he can piss me off, but that doesn’t mean I won’t protect him."

At the same time, Chang’sheng flicked his robes, and around him, countless green leaves began to swirl, forming a barrier!

Thousands of sword edges landed on the dense green leaves—sometimes shattering them, but time and again, an endless vitality restored and replenished the shield.

No matter how many swords, they just couldn’t break through this screen!

The Green Cloud Sword Master’s face darkened at the sight.

With all the power this space offered, he still couldn’t shake the opponent?

And the other seemed to fend it off with casual ease.

After all, that last attack—the Green Cloud Sword Master in his prime would’ve found it troublesome, barely able to keep pace.

"Can’t have it be a one-man show, now can we?"

True to his nature of never giving his opponents a break, Chang’sheng was already in front of the Green Cloud Sword Master mid-sentence.

He pressed his palm forward!

The Green Cloud Sword Master couldn’t dodge in time—he could only channel all his sword intent and rule power into defending against this palm.

Bam!

With a gentle slap, the whole world trembled!

All the defenses on the Green Cloud Sword Master’s chest fell apart, fracturing like a shattered mirror!

Spurt!

A mouthful of blood sprayed out, his eyes wide with disbelief.

He shot to the ground like a cannonball!

Rumble!

The ground quaked, deep cracks spidering outward! Dust blanketed the earth.

A sweep with soul power revealed an abyssal pit down there.

The Green Cloud Sword Master lay crumpled at the bottom—his body battered and nearly broken, even his soul almost blasted apart by Chang’sheng’s palm!

Huh.

Didn’t die outright?

Not just Netherworld King was stunned—even Chang’sheng frowned.

This was a first.

Chang’sheng reconsidered.

Maybe life’s been too easy lately; he’d forgotten that even a lion must go all out for a rabbit.

If he didn’t finish it, his foe might have some hidden trump card.

But that was expected—enemies these days kept reaching higher realms, too.

With that thought—

A flash of gold on Chang’sheng’s arm; a Hand Cannon appeared, trained directly on the abyssal pit below.

As he guessed—

The palm strike hadn’t fully finished off the Green Cloud Sword Master.

From the pit, sword qi erupted.

The Green Cloud Sword Master, blood streaming from his battered body, surfaced before Chang’sheng again.

Now blood dripped from the Green Cloud Sword Master everywhere, his breath ragged, fixing Chang’sheng with a death stare. "In all the Six Worlds, there’s still someone like you... No matter who you are—even if you hail from Outer Heaven—I won’t let my plans of millions of years be ruined right here!"

With that, the Green Cloud Sword Master raised his hands high, and all the space’s law power seemed to surge like tides, flowing into his palms!

"This entire space is a magic treasure of mine—I was saving it for Outer Heaven, but looks like... I’ll have to use it on you now!"

As space’s law power gathered in his palms, it became a sword.

The whole dimension started crumbling.

Barriers of space flaked away like rotten bricks.

This was a sword strike forged from the might of a Small World!

Even the peak of Creation Realm couldn’t face this blow unscathed!

That, at least, was what the Green Cloud Sword Master thought.

But when he spotted the strange weapon in Chang’sheng’s hands, his brow furrowed.

Still—what’s done is done.

Brandishing the sword imbued with the power of an entire Small World, the Green Cloud Sword Master slashed at Chang’sheng!

This moment, for the first time, Chang’sheng used the Hand Cannon right in front of an enemy.

Countless strands of law rushed into the Hand Cannon in an instant!

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