"Xie Qing King, don't blame me for being merciless."
Holy-Sword Emperor looked angry. He did not expect the injured Xie Qing King to be so stubborn.
Holy-Sword Emperor pointed his fingers, and ten swords appeared. Ten turned into a hundred, and then a hundred turned into a thousand. Suddenly, there were ten thousand swords in the sky, and they looked murderous.
Swords were weapons, after all. Ten thousand swords formed a sword formation, and their murderous aura was like a tsunami. It was like the end of the world.
Han Sen was shocked. The sword formation covered the entire Lake of Tears. Seeing the sword formation coming, Han Sen picked up Bao 'er and prepared to fly away.
Xie Qing King was injured, but he did not want to fall back. He looked at the swords, and the silver flame on his body flickered like a candle in the wind.
The ten thousand swords came down, and the murderous air came crashing down like a mountain. Xie Qing King's silver fire was reduced to a minimum, and it looked as if it was going to be extinguished.
But Xie Qing King was not afraid. He looked at the sword formation as if he was looking at a pile of scrap metal.
Boom!
Tens of thousands of swords fell, and the world changed color. The void was torn apart, and the sword light in the entire Lake of Tears intertwined, almost forming a world of swords. Everything that was not a sword was crushed and turned into dust.
Xie Qing King's eyes flashed with a silver light, and he threw a punch into the sky. His body glowed with a silver light, and he threw a punch into the sky.
Boom!
The silver beam of light instantly shattered the terrifying sword formation. The sword light and the ancient sword were like scrap metal under the silver beam of light. They were vaporized by the silver beam of light.
The terrifying beam of light instantly destroyed the sword formation and arrived in front of Saint Sword Emperor. Saint Sword Emperor did not even have the chance to dodge. His face was filled with shock as his body was vaporized by the silver beam of light.
Everything returned to normal, and Xie Qing King coldly said, "No one can threaten me."
After that, Xie Qing King fell to the ground. His wounds opened, and silver blood gushed out like a fountain. His lifeforce was fading, and he looked worse than a commoner.
Han Sen carried Bao 'er over to Xie Qing King, and he noticed that the man's lifeforce had been depleted. There was only a sliver of life left.
He was already heavily injured, and he had forcefully unleashed such a terrifying final attack. He was already very lucky that his Emperor Physique had not directly collapsed.
But Han Sen was impressed by his ruthlessness. He really did look like he was going to kill a Buddha or a God if they tried to stop him.
Han Sen was going to mimic the silver fox's lightning powers and heal the man's wounds. He wanted to at least stop the bleeding from his wounds first.
But suddenly, he heard a noise. Han Sen looked over and saw Holy-Sword Emperor emerge from the rubble.
"Impossible! I saw Holy-Sword Emperor get blown up by Xie Qing King's last strike. There was no way he could have survived." Seeing Holy-Sword Emperor approach, Han Sen's face was full of shock.
Xie Qing King was lying on the ground, dying. He couldn't believe Holy-Sword Emperor was still alive. But he couldn't move, and so he said, "Impossible! You can't survive my Xie Qing Kill!"
Holy-Sword Emperor wiped the blood from his mouth and looked at Xie Qing King. He said, "You are Xie Qing King. You defeated my Ancient Sword Formation with one punch. If I didn't have the Emperor Spirit, I would have been killed."
Holy-Sword Emperor's face broke into a maniacal smile. "It's a shame you almost killed me. You destroyed my only geno treasure, the Sword Saint Marionette, but it was worth it to kill you, Xie Qing King."
Holy-Sword Emperor walked over to Xie Qing King and tried to kick him in the face. His teeth chattered as he did so.
Holy-Sword Emperor said he did not care, but the Sword Saint Puppet was an Emperor Spirit geno treasure, and it had cost him a lot of effort to grow it. Now that Xie Qing King had destroyed it, he was injured.
Xie Qing King had stolen his Phoenix Profound Painting, so Holy-Sword Emperor hated Xie Qing King to the core. Killing him wouldn't be enough to quench his hatred.
Xie Qing King looked at Xie Qing King coldly. He didn't even blink. He looked at Holy-Sword Emperor with disdain.
Holy-Sword Emperor hated Xie Qing King's look, so he put more strength into his foot and tried to stomp on Xie Qing King's face.
But suddenly, there was a flash of gold. Holy-Sword Emperor felt something strange, and he fell back. Han Sen was holding a greatsword that looked like a golden feather. He was standing in front of Xie Qing King.
"A mere human dares to stand in front of me? Do you think you can be revived like him?"
Holy-Sword Emperor knew Han Sen was a human, but he thought Han Sen was Xie Qing King's servant. He didn't know Xie Qing King didn't even know humans existed.
"I can't resurrect."
Han Sen looked at Holy-Sword Emperor and coldly said, "But in front of me, you can kill him. You can't humiliate him."
Xie Qing King's eyes moved, but his face remained cold. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
"Haha! Have I gone mad? Or has the world gone mad? You are just a human, and you are telling me not to humiliate an Emperor Spirit?"
Holy-Sword Emperor's smile faded, and he looked at Han Sen with a cruel expression. "You said I can't humiliate him in front of you?
Then this Emperor will first cut off your four limbs, and then let you see how he is humiliated to death by me. But you don't have to worry, after that, I will let you taste death by being sliced by ten thousand swords. I won't let you suffer the slightest bit of humiliation. "
Holy-Sword Emperor flicked his finger, and a few ancient swords flew out of his fingers. They were headed straight for Han Sen.
Han Sen's Phoenix Sword and Taia Sword flashed a few times, breaking the old sword. He coldly looked at Holy-Sword Emperor and said, "Don't embarrass yourself. Let me see your useless Ancient Sword Formation."
Han Sen knew he was going to have to fight Holy-Sword Emperor sooner or later. If he wanted humans to gain a foothold in Sword-Furnace Shelter, he'd have to take down Holy-Sword Shelter first. Instead of waiting until then, he'd rather learn more about Holy-Sword Emperor. That way, he'd have a much better chance of winning.
"Damn you!"
Saint Sword Emperor was enraged. Even a despicable human dared to insult him like this. Killing intent burned in his heart. He gritted his teeth so hard that they were about to shatter.
A terrifying killing intent spread in the air. The ancient sword turned into ten, ten into a hundred, hundred into a thousand, and a thousand into ten thousand, forming a sword formation that was as heavy as a mountain. It moved towards Han Sen. Saint Sword Emperor wanted to skin Han Sen alive.
Han Sen, on the other hand, remained calm. Suddenly, a mysterious power gushed out from his body, and a pair of pitch-black crow wings unfurled from his back.