94: My Godly Father (25) (Please give a good review!)

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The Cripple's voice wasn't loud, yet it struck heavily at the hearts of those True God Realm experts deep within Yaoguang Blessed Land.

Before his voice had even faded, he moved.

The Cripple who had always been lazily leaning against the mountain gate, the drunkard who limped and seemed ready to fall at any moment, now stood with his back perfectly straight.

He didn't draw any world-shaking divine weapon; held in his hand was still that rust-covered, broken remnant sword.

Facing those rays of divine light that were enough to tear the sky asunder and obliterate Laws, he simply raised his hand casually and swung the remnant sword.

A single sword slash.

There was no Sword Qi soaring to the heavens, no brilliant spiritual light.

It was just such a simple and unadorned slash.

In the next moment, a scene that no one could understand unfolded.

Those rays of divine light, containing the might of a True God and capable of destroying everything, were blocked by an invisible force the instant they were about to touch The Cripple's body, silently shattering inch by inch into a sky full of light specks.

"How is this possible!"

From deep within the blessed land came several startled exclamations.

"A bunch of things who only know how to flaunt their seniority and bully juniors, you dare call yourselves True Gods?"

The Cripple sneered, his tone filled with undisguised contempt.

He took a step forward.

With this step, he was no longer lame.

His figure vanished instantly and reappeared in mid-air, directly facing the sources of those terrifying auras.

"Li Fentian! You're looking for death!"

Accompanied by a roar, several figures soared into the sky from deep within the blessed land, each possessing vast Divine Might and an aura as deep as an abyss.

They were precisely the few True God Realm Grand Elders of Yaoguang Blessed Land who had been living in seclusion.

Together, they laid out an inescapable net, their Divine Abilities and Daoist arts weaving into a Domain of absolute slaughter, pressing down upon The Cripple.

The Cripple's expression remained unchanged as he simply struck with his sword.

His sword wasn't fast; it was even somewhat slow.

But every slash carried a sense of returning to simplicity, landing precisely on the weakest point of the opponent's attack.

*Clang!*

A pagoda divine weapon sacrificed by an Elder was struck at its base by his sword; its spiritual light instantly dimmed, and it wailed as it flew backward.

*Chiss!*

The sky-covering divine fire manifested by another Elder was split down the middle by his sword; wherever the Sword Intent passed, all fires were extinguished.

The Cripple strolled leisurely amidst the siege of several True God Realm experts; with every swing of the remnant sword, a True God Realm expert would grunt and retreat, their face pale.

He wasn't fighting; he was playing.

Bit by bit, he effortlessly dismantled the Divine Abilities they took pride in and the divine weapons they relied on for their fame.

"No... impossible... wasn't your Sword Heart destroyed long ago? How can your cultivation be this strong!"

Finally, after having his hair crown sliced off by a sword strike that grazed his scalp, a Grand Elder lost his composure and screamed in horror.

Li Fentian!

This name was once the nightmare of all Sword Cultivators of their generation.

It was also they who had conspired together to destroy this peerless Prodigy's Sword Heart, causing him to fall from the clouds into the mortal dust, becoming a useless person.

But now, this useless person had returned.

And he was stronger than back then, so strong that they felt powerless.

"Destroyed?"

The Cripple stopped and looked at them calmly.

"It's just that you fools thought I was destroyed."

He shouldered the remnant sword, returning to his lazy demeanor, his gaze passing over these pale Grand Elders to look into the deepest part of the blessed land.

"Tell Yao Jinghong to get out here and see me."

"You all aren't qualified."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pressure far more terrifying than all the previous auras combined slowly rose from the deepest part of Yaoguang Blessed Land.

The Spiritual Qi of the entire world came to a standstill.

A figure appeared silently before everyone.

It was a man who looked extremely young, with a handsome face and an immaculate appearance, a stark contrast to The Cripple's slovenliness.

He simply by standing there, he seemed to be the center of this world.

The strongest expert of Yaoguang Blessed Land, the Sword Dao Prodigy who was once as famous as Li Fentian: Yao Jinghong.

"Li Fentian."

Yao Jinghong spoke, his voice calm and indifferent.

"You have already touched the threshold of that Realm. It seems that half of the Sword Scripture really is with you."

Hearing this, The Cripple chuckled.

"Sword Scripture? Wasn't that thing snatched away by you hypocritical scoundrels back then?"

Although The Cripple said this, he was sneering in his heart.

The Sword Scripture had indeed been snatched, but those people didn't know that at the last moment, he had desperately torn off a page.

It just so happened that the page was the foundation chapter of the general outline, recording the two simplest and most fundamental words.

Thrust, and Slash.

The foundation chapter was useless to his Sword Dao back then.

That he could find new life after destruction, regain his Sword Heart, and even go a step further had nothing to do with the Sword Scripture.

It was all because of that child Quan Yun; the indomitable "Slashing Intent" he comprehended in a desperate situation allowed The Cripple to see the purest form of the Sword Dao, enabling him to break through his mental barriers and be reborn from the cocoon.

"Whether it's with you or not is no longer important,"

Yao Jinghong saw through The Cripple's thoughts and spoke.

"If I hadn't just happened to make a Breakthrough during my recent seclusion, I might really have been suppressed by you today."

Having said that, he no longer hid his aura.

*Boom!*

A terrifying Divine Might far exceeding the True God Realm soared into the sky, stirring the clouds of the Nine Heavens.

That... that was the Heavenly God Realm!

The Cripple's face, which had always worn a lazy smile, finally changed.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and his gaze became completely solemn.

His heart sank.

Not good... Meanwhile.

On the Tiengeng Continent, another powerful blessed land with an equally unfathomable foundation, Shengling Blessed Land.

At this moment, this blessed land, known for its overbearing nature, was falling into chaos.

The Mountain-Protecting Formation had been shattered by a single punch, dozens of peaks were snapped in half, and countless palaces and pavilions were turned to ruins.

In the central plaza of the blessed land, a blood-stained, burly middle-aged man was fighting bare-handed against several True God Realm Old Ancestors of Shengling Blessed Land.

Every punch and every kick of his contained terrifying power capable of rending the heavens and splitting the earth.

A Lifebound Divine Seal sacrificed by a True God Old Ancestor was smashed to pieces by his punch.

Another Old Ancestor's proud, powerful Physical Body was kicked until his bones snapped, sending him flying backward, his fate unknown.

"You... who exactly are you?"

The Sect Master of Shengling Blessed Land looked at the man before him who resembled a demon god and asked with a trembling voice.

The middle-aged man did not answer.

He just expressionlessly punched the last resisting True God Old Ancestor into the ground.

Then, he raised his head, his bloodshot eyes looking toward a distant direction.

A sky-high Evil Qi spread from his body.

In a low voice that only he could hear, he whispered.

"Next."