Myth Beyond Heaven

Jian Yun's aura surged, and the seven elemental swords flew over, forming a torrent of swords. However, before he could make a move, a figure materialized out of thin air, a whirlwind of motion and chaotic energy intercepting Qin Juehai's descending swords. "Nameless Sword Art: Void Defiance!" a voice rang out, sharp and clear amidst the chaos.

The newcomer was none other than Rui Xian. His eyes burned with an inner intensity as he met Qin Juehai's attack head-on. His sword, a simple, unadorned blade, hummed with a power that rivaled the chaotic energy of the Rain and Cloud Swords.

BOOOM!!

The clash of their swords sent shockwaves through the already ravaged battlefield, the very air rippling and distorting under the immense pressure. The force of the impact sent both figures hurtling backward, skidding across the shattered ground.

Everyone watched in stunned silence. Who was this newcomer who dared to intervene in a battle between Sword Gods?

Rui Xian, his body trembling from the force of the impact, coughed up a mouthful of blood. His hair was disheveled, his clothes torn, but his eyes still burned with an unyielding spirit.

He staggered to his feet, his gaze fixed on Qin Juehai. "You're not his inheritor... You've stolen his legacy," he said with difficulty.

Qin Juehai, his face contorted with rage, glared at the newcomer. "Who are you?" he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "How dare you interfere?"

"I am Rui Xian," Rui Xian said coldly. "My master is the first disciple of the Nameless Sword God. I won't allow you to use his power wrongly."

Everyone present was surprised. They, of course, knew the Nameless Sword God, one of the strongest Sword Gods in the Primordial Era.

"How did he get the legacy of the Nameless Sword God?" He Chong looked at Qin Juehai with a frown.

"Clearly, he forcibly refined it," the elderly Ancient True God said. His cloudy eyes stared at Qin Juehai. "Although he uses the Nameless Sword God's techniques, his execution is full of flaws. This is not his way of the sword. He's not suitable to wield such profound swordsmanship."

Qin Juehai narrowed his eyes and said with a cold sneer. "Use his power wrongly? Where did you come from, kid? The Nameless Sword God is nothing but a dead body. I can use his legacy however I like... And you... You are simply jealous that you can't get your hands on it-that's why you're making such a statement."

"However," he paused slightly, his swords humming with violence. "I have to applaud you for having such courage. You are just a tiny God Ascension Realm cultivator, yet you dare to challenge me, a True God."

Rui Xian was about to say something, but Jian Yun raised his hand to stop him.

"This is not your battle," Jian Yun said calmly. "Step back."

Rui Xian shook his head and said with unwavering determination. "Thank you, Senior. But I have to do it. I vowed to my master that I would take the legacy of the Nameless Sword God back with my own sword."

Jian Yun went silent for a moment and retracted his hand. "This is your way of the sword? Not bad. You are indeed Wu Ming's descendant."

Rui Xian smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to know him, Senior. And yes, this is my way of the sword."

Jian Yun didn't say anything further and let Rui Xian go. As a sword cultivator, he understood Rui Xian's determination and feelings more than anyone else. All sword cultivators took pride in their way of the sword. It was their life. Stopping them would be no different from insulting them.

Rui Xian raised his sword, and his aura surged.

"Forbidden Sword Art: Life Severance!"

A wave of terrifying energy erupted from Rui Xian's body, his aura surging to an unprecedented level. For a fleeting moment, he transcended the limitations of his God Ascension Realm cultivation, his power rivaling that of a True God.

The desolate landscape trembled, the very air thrumming with the intensity of his power. The Ancient True Gods watched in awe and apprehension, sensing the dangerous edge to this sudden surge of strength.

Rui Xian, his eyes burning with a fiery intensity, lunged towards Qin Juehai, his simple sword transformed into a weapon of unimaginable power.

"Nameless Sword Art: Heaven's Fury!"

His sword, infused with the full might of the Nameless Sword God's legacy and amplified by the forbidden technique, became a conduit for chaotic energy, unleashing a torrent of destructive power that seemed to tear at the very fabric of reality.

Qin Juehai, caught off guard by Rui Xian's sudden surge in strength, found himself on the defensive, his arrogance replaced by a grudging respect.

He countered Rui Xian's attack with his own, the Rain and Cloud Swords flashing in a blur of motion, their chaotic energy clashing against Rui Xian's sword in a dazzling display of power. The two figures exchanged blows, their swords clashing like thunder, their movements a whirlwind of motion and energy. The desolate landscape became their stage, the very air their canvas, painted with the vibrant hues of their clashing sword energy.

Rui Xian, his movements fueled by a desperate determination, pressed his attack, his swordsmanship a symphony of precision and power. He pushed Qin Juehai back, forcing him to defend, his attacks relentless, his strikes aimed at vital points. "Impossible!" Qin Juehai roared, his voice filled with disbelief and frustration.

Rui Xian, his face pale but his eyes unwavering, responded with a cold sneer. "You may have stolen the legacy, but you will never truly master it. You are nothing but a pretender!"

His words struck a nerve in Qin Juehai, fueling his rage and desperation. He unleashed a furious barrage of attacks, his swordsmanship growing more savage, his movements more

unpredictable.

However, as the battle went on, Rui Xian's strength was visibly fading.

Qin Juehai, sensing his opponent's weakening resolve, pressed his advantage, his attacks growing more relentless, his swordsmanship more precise.

"It's over, Rui Xian!" he roared, his voice filled with triumphant arrogance. "The legacy of the Nameless Sword God is mine!"

Rui Xian, his body battered, his breath coming in ragged gasps, refused to yield. He channeled his remaining strength into a final, desperate attack.

"Nameless Sword Art: Eternal Oblivion!"

His sword, infused with the last vestiges of his life force, transformed into a beam of pure chaotic energy, its aura so intense that it eclipsed even the destructive power of Qin Juehai's

attacks.

The beam of energy shot towards Qin Juehai, its speed so great that it seemed to defy any profound laws.

Qin Juehai, his eyes widening in alarm, barely had time to raise his swords in defense.

BOOOOOM!!

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