I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!-Chapter 342 - 164 Battle with the Demon King (Please Subscribe)

The Slaughter Sword Intent enveloped the entire South-Garrison Pass, and sword lights blossomed radiantly, stretching for hundreds of miles.

Silver-white Sword Qi, either slashing or stabbing, crisscrossed; passing by the sides of the Baihua Soldiers and Annan Army guards.

Their opponents, whether demons or barbarians, wore expressions of horror on their faces; their previous running and fighting had all frozen in place.

For a time, both the heavens and the earth around South-Garrison Pass fell silent, as quiet as if they had lost their voice.

Even the female barbarian leader and others rushing from afar were stunned in place, watching the scene before them with expressions of immense sorrow and horror.

—A sword that shocks all around!

Ssst! Ssst!

Moments later, a series of hissing sounds like air leaking converged into a torrent, surrounding the whistling of the Spring Rain Sword as it flew by.

Carried by it, the sword wind blew past.

Then, one could see tens of thousands of demons and barbarians atop the South-Garrison Pass falling one after another, emitting a series of dull thuds.

There was no blood spraying, no struggling wails; they fell silently, as if dying naturally from old age.

Such a horrific and stunning sight was like a dream, immersing the struggling soldiers who had been in the fray.

They too dared not move, even holding their breath, fearing that failing to contain it would cause them to cry out in shock.

Marquis Baihua, Pang Zongkang, and Marquis Annan, Xu Hengjun, gaped in disbelief at everything before them.

"This... Lao Pang, I’m not dreaming, right?"

If not for the presence of the Barbarian King and the Great Demons nearby, they truly would have thought they were ensnared in the Illusion Realm by a secret technique of the Female Barbarian Sect.

"What kind of dream allows for a single sword to slaughter a million barbarians and demons?"

While saying a million might be an exaggeration, Pang Zongkang truly wished such a dream could recur several times.

If so, the Barbarian Clan might not stir war again for a century.

And on the South-Garrison Pass, the Cangmu Great Demon, the Barbarian King, and others watched with their eyes nearly splitting.

Just moments ago, they were on the verge of victory, having turned South-Garrison Pass into a river of blood, on the brink of capturing this strategic pass.

"The ’Little Sword Immortal’?"

The Cangmu Great Demon looked towards the figure suspended in midair, along with the White Tiger Divine Intent beneath his feet, and murmured:

"He is a ’Sword Immortal’..."

Only the presence of a "Sword Immortal" himself could wield a single sword to kill tens of thousands of barbarians and hordes of demons.

Gu Tiangang and Sun Daofu exchanged smiles, while Li Fu and others heaved a sigh of relief.

With the absence of Barbarian Warriors, Shamans, and Great Demons attacking, the crisis at South-Garrison Pass was considered lifted.

What remained was to deal with the Cangmu Great Demon and the others, and then this hasty but successful war could come to an end.

In the distance.

The High Priest of the Southern Barbarian Sect, witnessing the sky filled with silver-white Sword Qi and the bodies of his dead kin, had droplets of blood flowing from under his mask.

His once bright eyes seemed to lose their luster, becoming turbid, defeated, and old, yet also glaring red.

"Heh, it’s over..."

His words were enigmatic.

It was unclear whether he was referring to the sudden conclusion of the war or his own exit as the High Priest of the Southern Barbarian Sect.

"Amitabha Buddha."

Monk Hui Jing, gazing down at the carnage below, sighed in sorrow for the world and chanted the Buddha’s name.

"With the White Tiger Palm wielding the power of slaughter, the Sword Dao embodies slaughter, and the Sword Intent too... He is indeed like the ’Killing God’ descended to earth."

Hearing this, the Three Masters let out a breath, saying: "No matter what, he is on our side, the Human Race!"

A seemingly trivial statement was like a hammer striking Monk Hui Jing’s head.

"Amitabha Buddha, I have been attached."

The Three Masters shook his head, gazed at Chen Yi, and said nothing further about attachment or detachment.

In reality, his earlier words were only half-spoken.

From the perspective of the Human Race, the stronger Chen Yi, the Sword Dao Genius, the better.

However, from the viewpoint of the Wei Dynasty’s court, noble families, Marquises, and the civil servant infighting, the Three Masters did not wish for Chen Yi to become too powerful.

Especially considering the path he cultivates—moderation is supreme!

Once a longstanding balance is broken, many changes inevitably occur.

Whether those changes are good or bad, no one can definitively say.

"With him here, our chances in that bet concerning the future of our Human Race have greatly increased."

"Then this old monk hopes Master Chen Yi lives a long and prosperous life."

"Pah pah pah, Monk Hui Jing, who doesn’t know you have a reputation for being a jinx?"

"Well then..."

"Just shut your mouth!"

Their conversation roused Xie Dongan, Xiao Xuanzhen, and Hua Xianzi, and others nearby.

Xie Changle, watching with envy, clucked his tongue: "Junior Brother Chen’s mastery of the Sword Dao is truly beyond reproach."

Although he had seen Sword Immortals on the Taizhou Mountain Battlefield in his previous life, he hadn’t felt their Sword Intent to be exceptional.

But viewing them from his current perspective, the feeling that one sword could hold back a million troops was indeed intense.

Xiao Xuanzhen looked around and sighed: "Thank goodness I had already given up..."

"What?"

Hua Xianzi’s beautiful eyes were focused only on Chen Yi, failing to grasp the meaning behind her words.

"Junior Brother Chen is too strong."

Xiao Xuanzhen, seeing her indifferent expression, felt a sense of powerlessness.

This feeling was all too familiar—it was the same as when she had faced Lin Xueru in the past.

No matter what she said, Lin Xueru and Hua Xianzi could only see Chen Yi.

It was as if she was invisible.

After a long while.

The sword light faded, and a thin mist enveloped the surroundings, slightly obscuring the crimson, black, and dark green blood seeping from the severed limbs and carcasses.

Chen Yi looked down at the corpses below, the silver-white in his eyes gradually dissipating.

Ting-a-ling-ling...

At that moment, the Spring Rain Sword flew over, its blade vibrating like ripples on water.

He reached out to grasp the Spring Rain Sword as it returned to its sheath and stood quietly atop the White Tiger Divine Intent, absorbing the white smoke billowing from all directions.