World of Cultivation Nine Hundred and Nine – Sword God Wei Sheng!

Mu Xuan's current predicament was dire.

She had a mistaken underestimation of Bie Han, and her division suffered an immense number of casualties. Despite this, she harbored no resentment, acknowledging Bie Han's superior strength and accepting the losses.

However, upon receiving Xue Dong's flying sword dispatch, she was utterly shocked.

The Sect Leader had been defeated!

Could it truly be that the Sect Leader had been defeated? Mu Xuan's initial reaction was one of sheer disbelief, but given the sender, Xue Dong, she quickly came to accept the grim reality.

Mu Xuan immediately recognized the unprecedented danger this presented!

If Wei Sheng managed to breach the main peak of Kun Lun, a catastrophe of unimaginable scale would befall the Sect!

The esteemed Kun Lun had never endured such a humiliation before.

Damn it all!

Mu Xuan yearned to sprout wings and fly back to Kun Lun, but Bie Han relentlessly blocked their path. Any sign of weakness from Mu Xuan would be ruthlessly exploited.

Bie Han was as cunning and ferocious as a wolf.

Mu Xuan's division was severely mauled. In a mere handful of days, over a thousand soldiers had fallen to the teeth of Bie Han's Sin Division. To compound the misery, a similar number sustained injuries. What was more insidious, Mu Xuan understood that Bie Han had intentionally inflicted wounds, knowing that such injuries would cripple morale and impede their movement far more than outright fatalities.

With two consecutive defeats, the morale of Mu Xuan's division had plummeted to an all-time low. Mu Xuan knew defeating Bie Han under these circumstances was an impossibility.

Her immediate concern was devising the quickest route back to Kun Lun. The Sect had been thrust into a perilous position, and the sudden reversal of fortune left even Mu Xuan feeling bewildered.

Yet, Bie Han seemed to anticipate her thoughts, continuing his relentless pursuit with utter disregard for any potential reprisal.

For the first time, Mu Xuan felt utterly helpless. What recourse did she have?

"Daren!" Mu Xuan's second-in-command broke into her thoughts.

Mu Xuan lifted her head.

"Allow this subordinate to take command of the rear guard!" the second-in-command declared, her expression serene as if stating a simple fact.

Mu Xuan's heart trembled. She looked at her comrade, who had been by her side for over a decade. The other woman's gaze was resolute. They had grown up together, like sisters.

"For Kun Lun!" Her sister-in-arms' voice carried a tone of grave determination.

After a long, silent gaze, Mu Xuan managed to suppress her profound grief. Closing her eyes, she mustered her final ounce of will and uttered, "For Kun Lun!"

The second-in-command offered a faint, gentle smile, then turned and departed.

Tears streamed down Mu Xuan's face.

A somber atmosphere permeated the division. Every soldier understood the high command's solemn decision. The thousand injured soldiers and two thousand sword cultivators were chosen to remain. They would sacrifice their lives to impede Bie Han.

The biting cold wind felt like a razor's edge.

"For Kun Lun!"

Wei Sheng soared through the air, his sword held aloft, his expression grave. The very sky and earth seemed to be painted in hues of blood wherever he passed.

The God-Killing Blood Sword appeared saturated with gore, its killing intent saturating the atmosphere.

Wei Sheng's gaze was piercing and unwavering.

He had lost count of the countless individuals he had felled in the preceding days. The sword cultivators of Kun Lun had hurled themselves at him fearlessly, like an unending tide.

Their individual strength was negligible, yet their unwavering resolve caused his expression to shift.

However, it amounted to no more than this.

Wei Sheng's heart was as unyielding as stone. The solemn oath he had sworn in the past echoed in his mind: he would show no mercy to Kun Lun until his dying breath.

To halt his advance, Kun Lun had systematically dismantled every transportation formation along his route. However, these measures proved futile against Wei Sheng. Experts of his caliber could traverse the void itself.

As the majestic Kun Lun mountain range came into view, even Wei Sheng was struck by its sheer immensity and grandeur.

Tens of thousands of towering peaks rose like an infinite forest of swords, each mountain a veritable flying sword with unique forms and distinct auras. Some were impossibly steep, others expansive plateaus, some crowned with glaciers, and still others flowed with molten lava. Even Wei Sheng, who had traversed countless lands, had never encountered a place so singular.

Truly, Kun Lun was a place blessed by nature.

A sense of lament filled Wei Sheng as his gaze settled upon the main peak of Kun Lun.

The main peak stood out most prominently among the multitude of mountains, surpassing all others in both height and breadth. Kun Lun's paramount peak was unrivaled, casting all others into insignificance. It dwarfed every other peak, both wider and dramatically taller, appearing as a colossal sword thrusting towards the heavens.

The peerless Kun Lun!

Layers of intricate defensive formations materialized, adorning the main peak like exquisite silk, shimmering with a dazzling radiance under the sun's rays.

Could this be Kun Lun?

Wei Sheng's gaze suddenly ignited. While the main peak of Kun Lun possessed a soul-stirring aura, the image in his mind was that of the lesser-known, remote Wu Kong Mountain.

It was not grand, nor did it possess astounding power, nor was it revered by countless individuals.

But that mountain held the most significance in his heart!

In the name of Wu Kong!

Wei Sheng drew a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with determination as he raised the God-Killing Blood Sword.

"He has arrived!"

"Wei Sheng!"

The main peak of Kun Lun stirred, thronged with people. Every single mountain within the Kun Lun range teemed with cultivators.

An innumerable host of Kun Lun disciples had gathered from all directions.

"For Kun Lun!"

A voice pierced the air. Nearly everyone brandished their flying swords, echoing, "For Kun Lun!"

"For Kun Lun!"

The thundering acclamations reverberated through the heavens, across the mountains, and within the very souls of every Kun Lun disciple!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Countless figures ascended from the Kun Lun mountain range, their numbers obscuring the sky.

They resembled a blazing inferno, intending to consume the terrifying figure with the fire of their lives. Their countenances were etched with fearlessness.

Yet, unexpectedly, the distant individual did not advance.

For reasons unknown, a collective sigh of relief swept through the crowd.

But at this crucial juncture, Wei Sheng swiftly elevated the sword in his grasp.

A hush fell over everyone. Even the Kun Lun disciples who had been advancing towards Wei Sheng halted in their tracks.

What was his intention?

Wei Sheng stood over one hundred and fifty li from Kun Lun's main peak. Had they not erected a seal formation, they would have been incapable of discerning his silhouette.

Was this a declaration of war?

What purpose would raising a sword from such a distance serve?

However, before they could fathom his actions, a crimson sword energy erupted from Wei Sheng's blade.

This streak of red sword energy was not dazzling, nor did it appear particularly astounding in any way. Yet, this seemingly ordinary energy sliced through the very fabric of space before them, as if traversing the void itself!

The sword energy was accompanied by an immeasurable ocean of blood!

Surging torrents of crimson liquid rose like monstrous maws opening wide to engulf them.

These Kun Lun disciples were swallowed by the advancing blood waves before they could even react. The crimson tide, unyielding, surged with even greater ferocity, hurtling towards the main peak at an accelerated pace.

The vast expanse of distance seemed to hold no sway.

In mere moments, the cresting blood-red waves, imbued with savage power and unwavering resolve, slammed against Kun Lun's main peak!

Boom!

The main peak's spiritual barrier was as fragile as parchment. Shattered energies of myriad colors swirled through the air, only to be consumed by the sanguine flood. The layers of defensive formations, meticulously crafted by Kun Lun over countless generations, dissolved into dust in less than the span of a breath.

The all-encompassing deluge, crushing all resistance, struck the heart of Kun Lun's main peak!

Boom!

Time itself seemed to freeze in that instant. Every observer's expression was one of stunned disbelief, their minds rendered utterly blank.

The majestic Kun Lun main peak began to crumble before their very eyes.

Boom-oom-oom!

The sheer immensity of the main peak caused an colossal mushroom cloud of pulverized stone and dust to billow upwards as it descended. The resounding roar sent tremors through the entirety of the Kun Lun mountain range.

A deathly silence ensued!

Absolute stillness!

Every face was ashen, lips trembling, eyes wide with shock.

The main peak, it had been cleaved asunder in a single, decisive strike...

All the Kun Lun disciples wore faces drained of color. A profound sense of devastation settled within their minds.

Their mournful cries resonated with the deepest despair!

Wei Sheng had breached Kun Lun and brought down its very mountain peak!

This earth-shattering news spread across the world like a wildfire. Nothing could surpass its astonishing impact. Kun Lun, the world's preeminent hegemon, had been vanquished by a single individual; Wei Sheng had felled the main peak of Kun Lun!

Anyone who heard the tidings would be left in a state of bewildered shock for a significant period.

The defeat of Lin Qian had already been deemed incomprehensible; this event defied all description.

For millennia, Kun Lun had stood as the world's mightiest sect, its most powerful faction!

No other sect could ever contend with Kun Lun.

Peerless Kun Lun!

The title was not self-proclaimed; the authority Kun Lun had amassed over thousands of years was deeply ingrained in the collective consciousness. Kun Lun disciples invariably carried an air of pride, a pride they genuinely believed they deserved. It was a pride rooted in the simple fact of their affiliation with Kun Lun.

They exuded an aura of confidence and spirit at all times. They were perpetually viewed as the most exceptional youths, the most formidable sword cultivators, destined to rule the world, both in the eyes of others and in their own hearts.

Kun Lun was the hallowed ground for sword cultivators.

They had pioneered and perfected the cultivation path for potent sword practitioners, elevating sword xiu to become the most dominant offensive force among all xiuzhe.

This sacred ground for sword cultivators, however, was brought crashing down by a sword cultivator hailing from a sect previously unheard of.

For any sect, this represented not merely a profound embarrassment, but a deep wound struck at their very core.

Upon hearing this incredible news, the sword cultivators were rendered speechless; within their hearts, an unshakeable pillar seemed to silently crumble.

Kun Lun would never again reclaim the status of the Peerless Kun Lun.

The shattered main peak and Kun Lun's once-unrivaled renown now served as the ultimate testament to a single individual.

In the times to come, there would be no debate regarding the title of Sword God bestowed upon Wei Sheng.

The Peerless Sword God!