Chapter 525

Chapter 525: The Resplendent Divine Sword

Ding Qian uttered a soft cry. The swirling peach blossoms abruptly accelerated as pink rays burst from the petals and converged into a cluster.

In moments, pink clouds seemed to form over the Burning Divine Platform, surging toward Ye Yun.

*Snap!*

The clouds shattered instantly, dissolving into dust-like particles that cascaded down, enveloping him.

Ye Yun caught a gentle fragrance that slipped into his nostrils before he could react. His head spun faintly as his body trembled—a sudden weakness gripped his limbs.

The peach blossom dust carried hallucinogenic properties. Though Ye Yun’s soul strength far surpassed most at the Golden Core stage, even he couldn’t resist its dizzying effect.

Ding Qian smiled. This was her true weapon. While the Peach Blossom Fragment Cloud Hand’s power rivaled her earlier swordplay, its hidden strength lay in the dust’s aroma—a scent capable of overwhelming any cultivator below the Nascent Soul stage. Even the strongest minds would falter.

In battles between masters, a single moment of weakness spelled doom. Imagine facing a killing strike while disoriented.

Ding Qian’s movements grew fluid as she spun, her delicate palm drifting toward Ye Yun’s crown. Her strike held no mercy—every ounce of true qi surged into that blow, aiming to end him.

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Disciples of Demon Suppression Peak watched eagerly as Ye Yun stood dazed, Ding Qian’s palm inches from his skull.

On the platform, Divine Grace Palace’s higher-ups exchanged stunned glances. Would Ye Yun’s bold challenge end in death? Kun Huazi and Zhuge Chong gaped in shock. Only Shu Anshi remained calm, hands clasped behind his back.

Though momentarily dazed, Ye Yun’s formidable soul recovered faster than Ding Qian anticipated. He snapped awake just as her palm descended—deceptively gentle yet lethal.

A sharp glint flashed in Ye Yun’s eyes. Mist seeped from his pores, coalescing into a shimmering blue ice shield before his chest.

*Ice Spirit Barrier!*

Forged from his Ice Spirit False Pill, the barrier materialized instinctively.

*Snap!*

Ding Qian’s palm struck the barrier with crushing force. Had it landed half a breath later, even Ye Yun’s hardened body would’ve shattered.

*Crack!*

The ice exploded into crystalline shards that clattered against the Burning Divine Platform’s transparent shield. Though the barrier broke, it bought Ye Yun a sliver of time.

Enough.

As the ice dispersed, icy light erupted from Ye Yun’s palm.

“Ice Sealing a Thousand Miles!”

Ice Spirit Qi solidified into a blade. With one sweep, azure ripples fanned outward, freezing everything in their wake.

The pollen cloud crystallized midair—pink specks suspended in blue ice, hauntingly beautiful.

Ding Qian felt her palm strike falter. An unstoppable force blocked the shadow of her attack, then froze the very air around her.

“How?!” Her face paled as true qi surged within her, pouring into the Peach Blossom Fragment Cloud Hand.

Crack!

Though Ice Sealing a Thousand Miles was a group attack divine ability that couldn’t fully seal her technique, it bought crucial moments. When Ding Qian shattered the ice with renewed true qi, she faced a sword.

A purple long sword.

No rippling light accompanied it like the Sword of the Thunder God’s lightning. No flashing shadows or thunderous roars. Just a simple purple long sword.

Yet its presence weighed like heaven’s wrath – righteous energy rolling forward to purge all evil.

Sword Path. The essence of blades!

Ding Qian never imagined Ye Yun would follow thunder with ice, nor that behind breaking ice lurked sword intent. The sword predated all weapons, a primal force woven into creation itself.

This strike held no flourish, no visible edge. Only heaven’s decree made manifest.

Born as a Sword.

The thought struck her – this blade wasn’t swung, but birthed by the world. No technique. No stance.

Just One Sword.

Boom!

The purple long sword struck her palm-shadow. A heartbeat’s pause, then the attack disintegrated. Sword intent surged like a tidal wave toward her.

Ding Qin twisted desperately, but the blade’s aura filled every inch of the Burning Divine Platform. No escape.

“Impossible!” Her hair whipped wildly as hands danced, summoning treasures. “Little Universe Mirror! Flying Flower Shield! Neon Robe!”

Rainbow garments cloaked her while defensive artifacts glowed. If she couldn’t dodge, she’d endure.

Ye Yun stood motionless, every shred of focus and true qi fused into his blade. The outside world vanished; his six senses extinguished. Only the sword remained.

One Sword become Heaven. Born as a Sword.

The Divine Sword descended onto Ding Qian’s defenses.

Pop-pop-pop! Her treasures shattered like glass, shards raining down.

Still the blade fell.

Ding Qian stared upward at her doom, finally sensing the unstoppable might. “Why this power? Must I die here?!”

Brink of death.

Suddenly – space stretched. The sword’s descent slowed as the Burning Divine Platform tripled in size.

CRASH!

Sword arc exploded where she’d stood moments before.

Ding Qian gasped, alive.