The Wind and Clouds of the Southern Country: The Battle of Chuxuan
Amidst the landscape of the Southern Country, a breathtaking and fierce battle was in full swing. Chuxuan’s body swayed slightly, yet he stood like a solitary pine tree that, though battered by wind and rain, still held its ground, relying on his very last shred of strength to sustain himself. Within him, the power that had surged like a roaring river when he forged the Sword of Divine Punishment was now completely depleted, leaving behind only absolute silence and exhaustion. Every breath he drew felt like dragging sandpaper across his throat, rough and arduous; every heartbeat sounded like a heavy war drum, exceptionally clear in the stillness—the indomitable battle song played by his tenacious willpower.
That Sword of Divine Punishment was forged by Chuxuan at the cost of his life as fuel and his soul as tinder, pouring every ounce of his remaining strength into its creation. Its blade shimmered with a cold, profound light, resembling the judgment of the Netherworld or a sacred decree from the highest heavens. Wisp after wisp of energy slithered along the edges like venomous serpents or leaped like electrical arcs, causing the very space in its path to ripple slightly as if groaning under a weight it could barely endure. The moment the sword was unleashed, it shot forth like a shooting star chasing the moon, heading resolutely toward Huandu Qingtian’s colossal palm that blotted out the sky. That giant pal…
Chapter 328