Chapter 773 - 387: Dawn_2

Chapter 773: Chapter 387: Dawn_2

The Sword Saint glanced at the Official Letter, then turned to Luo Men: "This is your issue."

"Yes, teacher."

Luo Men lowered his head, his face no longer cold, but rather confused.

"However, this child is indeed stronger."

The Sword Saint sighed, looking up at the Divine Abomination.

The fear of the Divine Abomination turned into terror at this moment. It did not know why, from this elderly man on the brink of death, it sensed true death.

Clearly, this was just an old Tier Ten Legendary nearing death.

The Sword Saint’s body slowly rose.

A powerful Sword Intent soared towards the sky.

This Sword Intent was so profound as to be unbelievable; its extreme sharpness caused slight cuts in the space.

It is important to know, the space in Xia now could not be pierced even by the version.

Yet now it was easily slashed through.

Diane sensed something, quickly looking up. She silently recalled a phrase from a God: "But that one seems about to awaken; unfortunately, he was born in the wrong era."

Just as she thought of this, the Sword Intent surged wildly, and the sky, discolored by the entrance of the Ancient Gods, suddenly appeared with a Sword Mark.

This Sword Intent cleaved through the roiling thunderclouds, breaking apart the Scarlet sky.

Sunlight poured down, bringing Light to the world.

The Sword Saint held no sword in his hand.

His gaze was calm, simply watching, as nine figures appeared before him.

They seemed like clones of a sword, or perhaps an illusion after locking onto an enemy.

He moved slightly, yet it already rendered the enemy incapable of any action.

The Celestial City halted at this moment.

Everything seemed to lose its color in the face of this immense Sword Intent.

The Gods turned their gaze this way, unsurprised by the Sword Saint’s power.

The Sword Mark in the void, preventing Divine Envoys and Abyss Lords from stepping into Dawn, was actually meant for the Gods to see.

Twenty years ago, when that Sword Mark appeared, the Gods knew that within the realm of Dawn, there was a Sword Intent that could threaten Gods.

Thus, the twenty years of peace allowed Dawn to develop to its current state.

They never expected the Sword Mark, which had seemingly disappeared, to briefly revive.

The Gods merely glanced at him before turning back to their prey.

Threatening Gods did not necessarily mean killing Gods.

How many of the Ancient Gods’ old bodies could he kill?

The colossal Sword Intent continued to rise over the entire Federation.

The five Divine Abominations began to have thoughts of retreating.

"Aargh~"

"Hiss~"

The neigh of warhorses and the roar of a Giant Dragon erupted suddenly; the Undead Demigod, distracted, could not escape unscathed against these incomplete Divine Level Abominations.

Boom!

A violent collision resounded, the Abominations beginning to get injured.

"Aaaah...."

"Roar roar roar...."

The Gods opened the underground channels; mortals gazed upon the Gods, beginning to transform.

Their Souls were to be sacrificed to the Gods, their bodies to be used by the Gods, who would obtain what They desired.

Buzz~

The Sword Saint’s eyes grew more piercing.

The Sword Intent enveloping the entire Federation began to retract, and in the boundless sky, shadows of Longswords appeared.

The Sword Saint uttered no words of persuasion, nor any words of threat.

At the moment when the Divine War broke out, the moment his hometown in his dreams was destroyed, the moment he protected his family with a rusty, ordinary Longsword.

Protection was his reason for living.

He cherished the love in his dreams, and the friendships lost.

But those were all the things he protected step by step in this collapsing world.

The Federation was established almost fifteen hundred years ago now; he gave Silver a few extra centuries, and Gold a few more centuries too.

He cherished those things, but his goal had always been this Federation.

What he wanted... was just the peace of the New God Era.

He glanced back at Luo Men, having tasted delicacies beyond compare; he had tried the finest things, but what he missed the most... was still that bowl of fish soup...

Buzz~

A rusty, ordinary Broken Sword appeared in the void.

This was... something Shi Yun had picked up from wreckage and given to him.

This was his original sword, and also... his Intent.

Buzz~

A hum resonated on the ordinary sword’s blade.

Wails, screams, pain, terror.

All negative things paused at this moment.

The intent to protect emerged in the hearts of all beings in the Federation.

"Old pal, you’ve aged."

The Sword Saint smiled, raising his hand.

The weathered Longsword, with remarkable spirit, flew into his hand.

The Sword Saint stroked the rusty Broken Sword, glancing at the Federation he had protected for fifteen hundred years, with eyes full of both reluctance and relief.

But even more so, anticipation.

"Do you think... that former world... will return?"

Buzz~

The Broken Sword quivered lightly, as if in response, its emotions mirroring his exactly.

It was as if to say: I don’t know, but I too am waiting in expectation.

The Four Gods watched the stopped aberration, their eyes’ indifference finally changed.

They paused their actions, all turning towards the Sword Saint.

The Four Gods disappeared in unison, heading straight for the Sword Saint.

Because, that Sword Intent... was still rising, surpassing many Forbidden Level Sword Saints, causing them to feel intense unease.

Clearly... just a Legendary...

"Roar~"

"Aaaah..."

"Huh~"

The five Divine Abominations let out hair-raising howls; They wanted to leave this Federation shrouded in immense Sword Intent.

They could not perceive what it was, only that... there was a threat here.