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Chen Xuanfeng glanced sideways and noticed that the Warcraft Orcs at the edges of the formation, whether injured or not, were all enveloped by a peculiar force, suspended mid-air. A thought flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but chuckle, "So that's it. This formation can actually absorb the combat energy of your comrades to replenish the three of you. No wonder it can last over ten minutes. But this level of confinement is still far inferior to the Six-Star Annihilation Array of the past. If you think I can't break it without divine weapons or my domain, you're far too arrogant. Hmph, watch and learn—BREAK!"

As soon as Chen Xuanfeng's words fell, an overwhelming force erupted from within him.

Though the power had no visible form or color, the purple lightning, blue water, and yellow dust pressing around Chen Xuanfeng, attempting to invade within three meters of him, were instantly blasted away like ignited tinder. A deafening "boom" echoed as a void spanning hundreds of meters was cleared around him, and the invisible force continued expanding, churning the surrounding three-colored energies outward. The collisions of energy erupted like rolling thunder, and the hemispherical energy field covering a kilometer radius twisted violently, as if stuffed with hundreds of giant serpents, writhing and threatening to explode at any moment.

"Not good—his power is too strong!" Heideman shouted, immediately releasing all his strength to stabilize the faltering magic formation. Shaklo and Freddy also poured in their energy, barely suppressing the expansion of Chen Xuanfeng's force. But they knew this couldn't last long—the power of this "Celestial Saint" far exceeded their expectations. Heideman swiftly commanded, "We can't rely on containment anymore—close combat!"

In the next moment, the three Orc Sword Emperors appeared beside Chen Xuanfeng. Shaklo's azure great halberd, Freddy's violet lightning blade, and Heideman's five-spiked flail all struck toward the silver-haired Wolfman Sword Saint.

The Warcraft Orcs had been the focus of the previous Orc King Samanda and the War God Temple even before their creation, so their equipment was anything but ordinary. Especially the three Orc Sword Emperors—comparable to human prodigy Sword Saints—wielded top-tier epic weapons. Though not as formidable as Chen Xuanfeng's "Tiger Soul Blade" or the "Sword of Divine Punishment," they were still divine weapons befitting their status and strength.

Yet these three epic weapons failed to harm Chen Xuanfeng, who had unleashed his full combat energy. A golden halo shimmered around the silver-haired Wolfman Sword Saint, and the weapons of the three Orc Sword Emperors clanged against it mere centimeters from his body, sparks flying but failing to penetrate.

Golden Bell Armor—this was Chen Xuanfeng's perfected defensive technique, honed over years and elevated to new heights after his ascension to Sword Saint. What once required equipment to withstand legendary weapons could now resist even ordinary epic arms. Though the three Orc Sword Emperors were formidable, their attacks paled compared to a veteran 'Blade Saint' Arshu, who had lived for centuries. Their weapons, too, weren't the sharpest among epic arms. Thus, their relentless strikes failed to breach Chen Xuanfeng's defense, and Heideman's flail was even less of a concern.

Chen Xuanfeng could have counterattacked the moment their weapons were blocked, but he held back, waiting until their futile efforts exhausted them before sneering, "Do you truly believe you can challenge a genuine Saint like me? Your creation was meant to produce elite 'soldiers,' not masters. Your magic-combat techniques may slaughter armies more efficiently than a Sword Saint, but against true masters, your flaws are laid bare. Whether in adaptability or offensive techniques, you fall short of those who've climbed to the summit through sheer effort. In the end, you're just 'soldiers'—without a proper 'commander,' you're only fit to bully ordinary troops."

"Hmph, Celestial Saint, save your lectures for after you've truly defeated us!" Freddy, descending from the sky with crackling thunder wings, refused to listen further. "This battle formation was designed by Master Leimen himself! He once said: 'With three Orc Sword Emperors at its core, even I couldn't break it within ten minutes without weapons or my domain.' Do you think you surpass Master Leimen?"

Freddy's words were slightly embellished—Leimen had made that claim under the condition of not using the supreme techniques of the Sword God Realm or killing any Warcraft Orcs. But the Orcs had long glorified this statement and wouldn't clarify now.

Chen Xuanfeng repelled his assailants with a wave and declared arrogantly, "In experience and skill, I may lag far behind Master Leimen. But in pure power, I surpass all Sword Saints of history. Against engineered soldiers like you, sheer force is enough. Witness the true might of a genuine Sword Saint!"

Now, Chen Xuanfeng truly unleashed his strength. Even without divine weapons, his domain, his "presence," or even the lunar attribute of his combat energy, he possessed power enough to dominate the world.

The three killing strikes of the Nine Yin White Bone Claw:

"Piercing Heart and Bone—Ten Lifetimes' Grudge"

"Ten Thousand Cuts—A Century's End"

"Scattering Ashes—Eternal Annihilation"

In an instant, the space around Chen Xuanfeng filled with blade-like claw phantoms.

A series of "thud" sounds followed as the three Orc Sword Emperors, too close to evade, were sent tumbling away, leaving trails of blood mist in the air. These three techniques had once reduced the human Supreme Dragon Saint to dust—back when Chen Xuanfeng wasn't even a Sword Saint. Now, their power had multiplied. Had he not held back, the three Orc Sword Emperors would have been utterly obliterated. Even so, they were mortally wounded, incapable of further combat.