Chapter 774 - 387: Dawn_3

Chapter 774: Chapter 387: Dawn_3

A threat stronger than the Gods who summoned them, they... wish to escape!

They want to... live.

This is the instinct of all creatures.

Mythical Giant Dragon Roland and Undead Knight Xing Sen feel the surrounding Sword Intent, their eyes filled with incredulity.

In the hierarchy of forces where Gods are present, Xia’s power would always be ranked.

Their ranking is forever Ocean > Star > Dawn > Sun.

This even includes Baiyi’s bonus, making such a ranking possible.

And at the moment the Sun Disc emerged, Dawn was even pushed to the end of the list.

An aging Sword Saint, a divinely created Divine Abomination, a group of aimless Legendaries.

In the eyes of a God, they are all insignificant.

But now, Roland and Xing Sen suddenly realize that compared to the whimsical nature of a Divine Abomination, compared to the overwhelming power of Divine Artifact + Mythical Titan.

This already elderly Sword Saint seems... to be the most terrifying existence.

They exchange a glance, and without hesitation, pursue their advantage, fiercely pummeling those Divine Abominations who are too busy fleeing to fight back.

In this opportunity, they could kill five Divine Abominations.

The Sword Intent continues to rise; that Broken Sword seems to have surpassed all Divine Artifacts, resonating with the elder at this moment.

The Sword Saint ignores the Gods attacking him, and he also disregards the Divine Abominations fleeing incessantly before him.

His gaze turns from expectancy to sharpness.

Scenes of his life flash like a revolving lantern in his mind.

As a child, he only wanted to learn fishing from his father, to marry Shi Yun, who had a beautiful name and a beautiful face, and to spend a lifetime in the small village alongside his rival but comrade Lalu.

But the Divine War shattered the peace he desired, the village was invaded by monsters.

The Gods fought fiercely, too preoccupied to care for those who coveted Xia’s world.

The monsters destroyed the vast Empire, war, unending war.

He grew through war, rose through war, finally using force to end the war, creating this peaceful Federation.

He actually hates war, or to put it another way, Shi Yun, Lalu, and the people of that village all hate war.

He never delighted in the view from the top of the pinnacle, only cherished the warmth of two and the friendship of three.

His voice is low: "Are you expecting it too?"

Buzz~

The blade hums softly, as if in reply.

The Sword Saint nods, his gaze at the Broken Sword gradually turning to indifference.

The Gods are very close now, but he still pays no heed.

His voice gains an edge.

"You go over there and wait... I’ll come to you after I’ve cleared the obstacles to our ideals."

The Sword Intent grows ever stronger.

The warriors and Transcendents who followed the ordinary people into the shelter find their swords beginning to hum.

They seem to be seeing something off, or perhaps mourning for something, making the Transcendents crammed in cramped spaces feel a wave of melancholy.

They think it’s fear, but neither their faces nor minds show fear, an intention is eroding their negative states.

In the Border City.

Legislators one by one stop their actions, their eyes full of sadness as they gaze within the Federation, they know where the sorrow in their hearts comes from, but they cannot stop any of this.

The Gods are less than a thousand meters away from him.

Buzz~

The blade hums softly, the response of expectation.

The Sword Saint lifts his head, looking ahead, where the nine Divine Levels remain in their place, each with a different action.

"This sword is for you, and also for myself."

"Within it contains all my Will, and it will be my strongest strike."

"This sword is named: Dawn."

"It can... sever the Divine Road, please... God, give your guidance!"

Zing~

The Broken Sword is reforged, an illusionary image completes the broken blade.

The sharp Sword Intent shatters humanity’s fear of the Ancient Gods.

The dazzling sword light illuminates the trepidation in the eyes of the Ancient Gods.

At this moment, the Gods halt their advancement.

The trepidation in their eyes transforms completely into shock, under the falling sword light, unavoidable, inescapable.

This is... the Power of Will.

It can sever the Divine Format!