155: Chapter 155 The Backbone of Humanity! The Sword of the Golden Immortal of the Long River!

Above Tianshu City.

That brilliant Sword Beam, which had blocked the combined strike of thirty Demon Clan Celestial Immortals, hung in the air like a ribbon stretching across the galaxy, refusing to dissipate.

Within the Sword Beam, a middle-aged man dressed in simple cyan cloth clothes, with an old wine gourd hanging at his waist, stood in mid-air.

He looked unremarkable, even somewhat disheveled, but the moment he appeared, the collapsing space around him miraculously calmed down.

All Sword Qi was restrained within his body; he himself was like a sheathed, peerless Immortal sword!

The Human Race's only Golden Immortal—Sword Immortal Chang He!

"Old man Chang He!"

Seeing this figure, Shen Youchu felt her tightly strung nerves suddenly relax, and her eyes uncharacteristically reddened: "If you, Old thing, had arrived half a step later, I would have had to self-destruct my immortal core and perish together with them today!"

Sword Immortal Chang He did not turn around; he simply unhooked the wine gourd from his waist and took a swig, his tone calm yet tinged with a hint of helplessness: "Girl, your temper is still so fiery. Step back; I will handle what comes next."

Subsequently, he raised his head, his eyes, deep as ancient wells, staring directly at the Mo Ke Golden Immortal sitting on the white bone Demon throne.

"Mo Ke, you have crossed the line."

Sword Immortal Chang He's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable penetrating power: "I already know the ins and outs of the matter. It is your Demon Race that is greedy by nature, coveting the talent and Double Pupils of my Human Race's Prodigy, and repeatedly sending people to assassinate him first."

"Now that you were inferior in skill and were killed in return, you, a dignified Golden Immortal, are actually mobilizing forces to cross territories and slaughter a city. Do you really think the rules of the Yuchuan Realm are just for show?!"

Facing Sword Immortal Chang He's questioning, the Mo Ke Golden Immortal not only felt no guilt, but instead let out a burst of unbridled, wild laughter.

"Hahaha... Rules? Chang He, have you cultivated the sword until you've become stupid?"

The Mo Ke Golden Immortal stood up from the white bone throne, his dark golden battle armor emitting a suffocating Demon might, and he looked down at Sword Immortal Chang He with contemptuous eyes:

"In these Three Thousand Upper Realms, whoever has the biggest fist, that person is the rule!"

"Do you really think that when I crossed realms to come here, the Realm Lord of the Yuchuan Realm didn't know?"

A cruel sneer curled the corner of the Mo Ke Golden Immortal's mouth: "He certainly knows! But look at him, he doesn't even dare to make a peep!"

"Why? Because your Human Race is weak! In the entire Three Thousand Upper Realms, out of sixty thousand Golden Immortals, you Human Race only has you, Chang He, as the sole seedling!"

"And behind my Demon Race, there are hundreds of Grand Unity Golden Immortals, and there are even Ancient Demon Ancestors with levels above the Great Dao Origin sitting in command!"

"Would the Realm Lord offend my vast Demon Race for the sake of you, a single Human Race Golden Immortal? It's simply ridiculous!"

The Mo Ke Golden Immortal's words were like the sharpest blade, bloodily tearing open the seemingly ethereal, yet in reality cruelly savage, jungle Law of the Upper Realm.

Other races were naturally happy to see the Human Race and the Demon Race slaughtering each other.

If the Human Race were exterminated, they could divide up the Human Race's territory and resources; with one less competitor, why wouldn't they be happy to do so?

The Loose Cultivators in Tianshu City felt endless sorrow welling up in their hearts upon hearing these words.

So, in the eyes of those high-and-mighty giants of the myriad races, the Human Race was nothing more than a pawn that could be discarded and sacrificed at any time!

"Mo Ke, you don't need to use the Demon Race to suppress me."

Sword Immortal Chang He's eyes remained calm, but beneath that calmness, a storm capable of cleaving heaven and earth was brewing.

He knew very well why Mo Ke was so anxious.

Su Feng's potential was too terrifying!

Five years ago, he was only at the Early Stage of the Immortal Realm, and five years later, he had actually condensed a spatial immortal core, and even seized a dark immortal core!

This unreasonable growth speed made the Demon Race feel deep fear.

They were afraid that the Human Race would produce another person like himself, who had received praise from a Saint and subsequently soared into the sky!

immortal core resources were already extremely scarce; if the Human Race rose, it would inevitably shake the fundamental interests of other races.

"My Human Race indeed only has me as a Golden Immortal."

Sword Immortal Chang He slowly extended his right hand and grasped the simple, ancient longsword wrapped in coarse cloth on his back.

"But as long as I, Chang He, still have a breath left, the spine of the Human Race will not break."

"Today, as I stand here, don't even think about touching the Human Race in Tianshu City. That young man named Su Feng, I will definitely protect him!"

"Just you?!"

The Mo Ke Golden Immortal's eyes revealed a fierce light: "Chang He, I admit that your sword Dao's killing power is number one. As fellow Grand Unity Golden Immortals, I might not necessarily win against you in a one-on-one fight. But behind me, there is the [Ten Thousand Demons Immortal-Slaying Formation] formed by thirty Heavenly Immortals!"

"If you remain obstinate, today I will first behead you, this sole seedling of the Human Race, and then slaughter this Tianshu City!"

"You can try."

Sword Immortal Chang He did not waste any more words.

"Zheng—!"

A sword chime, crisp to the extreme, rang throughout the entire Yuchuan Realm!

The coarse cloth wrapped around the longsword instantly turned into powder, and an Immortal sword, with the phantom of the River of Time flowing across its entire body and emitting extreme sharpness, appeared in Chang He's hand!

[Long River Setting Sun Sword]!

In an instant, Sword Immortal Chang He's whole body erupted with terrifying Sword Intent that approached the Middle Stage of the Golden Immortal realm!

That Sword Intent had no flashy Law light or shadow, only the purest "cut"!

With one sword strike, all Laws retreated!

The blood-colored Demon clouds above the entire Tianshu City were forcefully split down the middle by this Sword Intent, creating a huge crack tens of thousands of li long, and the long-lost sunlight spilled into Tianshu City through the crack.

"Form the Formation!!!"

The Mo Ke Golden Immortal's expression changed slightly; he had clearly underestimated the sharpness of Sword Immortal Chang He when desperate. He immediately roared and retreated into the protective circle of the thirty Demon Clan Celestial Immortals.

The thirty Heavenly Immortals frantically burned their Origin, and the monstrous Devilish Qi intertwined with Laws, transforming into a phantom of an ancient Demon God tens of thousands of zhang high, blocking firmly in front of Sword Immortal Chang He!

In the confrontation, with Sword Immortal Chang He's reckless drawing of his sword, the originally one-sided, certain-death situation finally underwent a subtle change.

But everyone knew that Sword Immortal Chang He was only one person; once his sword momentum waned, or he was dragged down by the Formation of the thirty Heavenly Immortals, Tianshu City would still be unable to escape its doom!

"Old man Chang He, hold on! I'm coming to help you!"

Shen Youchu gritted her teeth, the light of her four-colored immortal core erupted, and she grabbed her giant hammer, ready to rush out of the city-protecting Formation.

However.

Just at this tense moment, when a great battle was on the verge of breaking out.

In the deepest part of the City Lord's Mansion, in the direction of the Su Family Chamber of Commerce's secret room.

A vast fluctuation, strange to the extreme and seemingly capable of suppressing all Laws in the world, suddenly shot up into the sky!

In that fluctuation, there was actually the breath of the Great Dao Origin that simultaneously contained nine completely different types of immortal core power, yet perfectly fused together!

"This is..."

Sword Immortal Chang He, who was just about to swing his sword, suddenly stiffened, turned his head to look at the City Lord's Mansion, his eyes filled with unbelievable shock.

And the Mo Ke Golden Immortal opposite him, as if he had seen a ghost, exclaimed aloud:

"Nine-Nine Returning to One?! Great Dao Origin?!"

"This is impossible!!! Who is condensing the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit?!!!"