Chapter 572: . Using anger as a blade, the path of protective combat! (1)

Book 572: Blade of Wrath, The Battle to Protect the Path! (1)

A divine blade of radiant splendor materialized within Lu Sheng's consciousness.

Exquisite beauty.

Composed of seven distinct parts, woven from seven distinct colors.

The power of emotion.

Fear, shock, joy, contemplation, sorrow, anxiety, and wrath.

Fear serves as the sheath,

Shock forms the tip,

Joy shapes the hilt,

Contemplation fashions the guard,

Sorrow constructs the spine,

Anxiety drapes the tassel,

And wrath defines the cutting edge.

Every single emotion represented the authority of a universal law.

"The law of a single emotion is actually not considered that potent..."

At the very least, the law possessed by the thirteenth-level general beast Lu Sheng had slain—which relied solely on the power of wrath—was

not strong enough to withstand his own law of thunder.

However.

"The moment more than two emotional laws are combined, everything changes."

Lu Sheng could distinctly perceive it.

When two emotional laws merged, their might could rival the law of thunder, perhaps even surpassing it slightly.

With three, they could decisively suppress the law of thunder.

As for four, or five...

It went without saying.

"If all seven emotions could be gathered in their entirety..."

Within his soul's consciousness, Lu Sheng reached out and gently grasped that seven-colored divine blade, holding it firmly in his hand.

A wondrous sensation of absolute control spontaneously welled up from the depths of his heart.

"Perhaps a miraculous, qualitative transformation will occur."

At this moment, he had unlocked only five types of emotional power in total.

Therefore, upon the seven-colored divine blade in his grip, only five colors were truly illuminated.

Among them, the crimson representing wrath was the most prominent.

It had already condensed into form, nearly filling the entire edge of the divine blade.

"A blade of emotional laws forged from five distinct emotional forces, capable of striking directly at the mind.

Another trump card added to my arsenal!"

The Path of the Divine Crystal had finally burst forth with its own unique radiance, instantly becoming one of the most powerful

trump cards in his possession at this current stage.

Lu Sheng was thoroughly satisfied.

"My spiritual energy has also successfully broken through. Next, it is time to formally step into the twelfth level."

Lu Sheng thought to himself, taking a deep breath.

In an instant, the vast ocean of thunderous fluid and stellar energy swirling around him was entirely swallowed into his body.

Lu Sheng charged toward that higher realm,

Advancing with absolute force.

Boom!

Simultaneously, at the base of the Hundred Great War Zones, the silvery ocean that enveloped nearly half of the base's massive expanse began to

vibrate violently.

Countless onlookers gasped in astonishment.

Supreme Star Commander Mokodo and the others stiffened, seemingly anticipating what was to come, their faces reflecting a look of deep expectation.

"He has begun his true ascension...!"

The silvery ocean was seen rapidly converging and collapsing toward the exact center.

It quickly submerged the colossal, purplish-red cocoon of light.

At the same time, an indescribable throb rippled outward from within, spreading through the entire space like an invisible wave, causing the

hearts and minds of countless people to tremble violently.

That sensation felt as though...

Some earth-shattering entity was about to be born into the world!

Everyone's blood boiled as their hearts raced, their eyes wide and unblinking as they stared intently at the center of the silver sea.

Floating there were more than forty individual rivers of universal laws, resembling the most magnificent auroras in the cosmos, swaying and shifting,

striking awe into the souls of all who watched.

The sight of more than forty laws slowly merging into the silver sea was something countless people would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Right at that moment.

A powerful aura suddenly erupted from somewhere within the base.

Boom!

A figure appeared abruptly.

It was a young man with long hair tied in braids, his skin dark and his features handsome.

His hair and his eyes were completely green.

His entire body was wrapped in countless green, lightning-like streaks of energy, looking exceptionally extraordinary.

The youth's appearance caught the attention of many.

The people of the Hundred Great War Zones base recognized his identity at a single glance.

"It's Aonon!"

"Aonon Turing! Even he has been drawn out!"

Prior to this, Aonon Turing had been in seclusion, accumulating and preparing himself for the final push to break through to the thirteenth level.

Yet Lu Sheng’s breakthrough had stirred too much of the fundamental forces of cosmic law within the void.

The repeated ripples finally jolted this celestial prodigy from his seclusion, shattering his meditation chamber and propelling him forth.

“This is…”

Aon Tuling’s eyes widened in disbelief as he fixed his gaze upon the forty-odd streams of rule-energy swirling before him—his handsome face etched with sheer astonishment.

“Is there a cultivator within the base ascending to Tier Thirteen?

And not just any ascension—forty-three streams of rule-energy wielded in unison to breach Tier Thirteen!

Who could it be?!”

After all, Aon Tuling himself, having secluded himself for so long, had barely managed to refine twenty streams of rule-energy into his being.

He’d assumed that upon emerging, his achievement would send shockwaves through the Hundred Great Powers.

Yet here, someone had already surpassed him—reaching Tier Thirteen *before* him.

And worse still—

Their foundational accumulation was over *twice* his own!

Aon Tuling’s fiercely proud heart simply could not accept this. His expression darkened, tight with resentment.

But as time slipped by, he began to sense something deeply amiss in the spectacle unfolding before him.

“No… this doesn’t look like a Tier Thirteen ascension at all.”

His eyes locked onto the churning silver sea of rule-energy, and suddenly—a flash of lightning split his mind.

An unprecedented, terrifying suspicion surged into his consciousness.

In an instant, he froze, struck as if by divine thunder, rooted rigidly in place.

“This is…

an anomaly of Tier Eleven ascending to Tier Twelve.”

“This—

How is this possible?!”

Aon Tuling—numb, utterly paralyzed.

…

Aon Tuling’s appearance caused little stir among the onlookers; the vast majority remained fixated on Lu Sheng, who was still mid-breakthrough.

Even Mo Keduo and his companions were no exception.

By now, the colossal silver sea of rule-energy suspended in the void had fully contracted inward, drawn into the cocoon of light.

Where the original violet-red cocoon once hung, there now pulsed a dense, luminous mass of silver energy—resembling a gargantuan silver chrysalis.

Mo Keduo stared at it for a moment, then abruptly lifted his head. His six eyes turned toward the distant void.

“…Are you ready?”

He murmured softly.

Beside him, Hai Ji Dao and the others stiffened—their expressions sharpening instantly, as if recalling something vital. In unison, they nodded.

Almost as Mo Keduo spoke, at the very point his gaze fell, a vile, chaotic aura erupted swiftly from the void—

Like a tide of black-gray floodwater, surging from some unseen rift, racing toward the base with terrifying speed.

This disturbance drew the attention of many present—and simultaneously, several overwhelming presences flared violently across the battlefield:

One, pale gray as bone, reeking of decay and desolation.

One, explosive as wildfire, threatening to incinerate all existence.

One, razor-sharp and merciless, evoking the sensation of absolute severance.

These three auras emanated from Hai Ji Dao and his two comrades beside Mo Keduo—each now fully engaged in combat stance, their icy auras rippling outward, murderous intent surging like a storm.

“Whenever one of our Human race’s prodigies breaks through, the Beast Faction *always* dispatches assassins to strike them down!

It was so when Aon ascended to Tier Twelve.

Now Lu Sheng—whose talent dwarfs Aon’s by orders of magnitude—will surely face the same fate.”

“This… is the Guardian War.”

Mo Keduo slowly raised one arm. His voice, resonant and authoritative, boomed from deep within his chest, echoing across every corner of the void surrounding the base:

“All personnel—prepare… to meet the enemy!”

“Wuuuung—”

The base’s battle alarm shrieked to life. Squad after squad of warriors poured forth from the fortress, countless soldiers snapping into combat readiness.

Led by Hai Ji Dao and his two comrades, they arrayed themselves in formation—facing the direction from which the malevolent chaos advanced—

Steadfast. Unyielding.

At the vanguard stood the trio, eyes narrowed, scanning the distant horizon.

The golden-haired woman among them broke the silence:

“When Aon ascended to Tier Twelve, they sent *two* Tier Thirteen general-class assassins.

Now, with Lu Sheng’s ascension—tell me…

how many do you suppose they’ll send this time?”

Hai Ji Dao and the other man exchanged knowing smiles, about to reply—

Then, without warning, an indescribable, crushing pressure sliced through the void, descending silently, inexorably.

The three men’s faces twisted in shock—voices warping mid-speech, raw with disbelief:

“Tier Fourteen… *Commander*-class?!”

Literature.