Chapter 647: Mysterious Guidance

Xu Yang's powerful strike seemed to exert immense pressure even on the lofty Divine Emperor's maid, Delia. Instinctively, she darted dozens of meters backward into the void, aiming to gain more time to buffer and resist the might of Xu Yang's sword art.

"Trying to escape? Do you have a chance?"

Xu Yang smirked coldly, his spiritual sense converging once more on a central point. Countless sword gleams materialized out of thin air, furiously locking onto Delia's core position from all directions.

"Holy Light!" This was notably the first angel skill Delia had unleashed in today's battle. The dazzling holy light perfectly shielded her soul body, leaving her true form completely unharmed, even as the brilliant sword gleams from all directions pounded against the surface of her protective light.

"Stop struggling. I've given you enough face because you possess the power of an angel; otherwise, I wouldn't even spare you a glance. If you continue to push your luck, I won't hesitate to eradicate all of you."

Delia's voice suddenly grew much colder, and a chilling aura of killing intent rapidly surged from her. After all, every member of Xu Yang's team was far from ordinary and could precisely sense such obvious fluctuations in aura.

"Heavens, this young girl must not be an ordinary angel, right? Her aura contains such sharp oppressive power; it must be some kind of fusion with the power of the divine origin!"

Shi Lingyun voiced his judgment, which Isis soon confirmed.

"You're right," Isis said. "She possesses a small portion of the Divine Emperor Son's bloodline. As a maid, she naturally doesn't have the right to control her own body. She has already been intimate with the Divine Emperor Son and is no longer a pure angel, but her strength is even greater than that of an angel!"

Isis's words naturally reached Xu Yang's ears. It was this subtle hint that vaguely allowed Xu Yang to grasp a way to counter her.

"Heh," Xu Yang scoffed. "As far as I know, the Angel race values bloodline purity above all else. You're still in your angelic infancy, yet you've already lost your most noble glory. And you still dare to act superior in front of me? Don't you think that's utterly ridiculous?"

"Die!"

Delia was enraged. Her deepest vulnerability had finally been struck. A fleeting blood-red glow flickered in her pupils once more.

In an instant, the angelic girl condensed a fiercely glowing golden Sword of Judgment in her palm.

Unlike the Swords of Judgment unleashed by the purest angelic bloodlines, the blade of the sword in Delia's hand was unmistakably tinged with a golden-red hue. This was a perfect manifestation of divine origin power, making its destructive capability far greater than before.

However, in Xu Yang's view, any power that loses its true essence and purity becomes inherently flawed.

He slowly raised his head. The golden sword light almost completely sealed off Xu Yang's five senses. It was clear that Delia was attempting to inflict the highest level of punishment on Xu Yang, aiming to shatter him to pieces, using her most formidable stance.

Yet, she never dreamed that this very method of sealing the five senses would, by sheer coincidence, help Xu Yang enter an unprecedented ethereal state.

At this moment, under the cover of the Judgment's might, Xu Yang's vision plunged into complete darkness, gradually losing all sight of the space within the mountain.

It was precisely at this moment that, within Xu Yang's soul world, the outline of that golden sword gleam slowly emitted an incomparably brilliant golden light, illuminating the confusion of Xu Yang's five senses.

Even with his eyes tightly closed, at the end of the endless darkness, faint, thread-like golden glows swiftly moved, re-outlining a massive golden sword shadow against this dark backdrop for Xu Yang.

Xu Yang was no stranger to this sword; it was Yun Wangji's wooden sword, which he had previously seen in the grey-haired old man's soul world!

"Young man," a voice echoed, "a sword is never merely a sharp weapon; it's more like a sound, a persistent cry from the depths of your soul! This sound is so powerful it can shake heaven and earth, a force that can pull you forward even when your body is restrained, when you lose your flesh and bone, or even when you lose everything! Remember my words: no matter what circumstances you face, the voice deep within your soul must never be extinguished! A true swordsman never harbors fear in their heart. Your soul is the strongest sword!"

The voice was ethereal yet robust. Although Xu Yang couldn't discern the specific intonation, he could precisely grasp the meaning it conveyed.

Xu Yang had once believed this voice was a special guidance left to him by Sword Immortal Yun Wangji, or perhaps that the mountain currently trapping them was deeply connected to Yun Wangji.

The instant Xu Yang reopened his eyes, golden light ignited in both his pupils. The sword gleam within his soul was magnified infinitely, transforming into a true soul's roar, continuously growing as the killing intent in Xu Yang's heart swelled!

"Be annihilated!"

With a furious roar, Xu Yang was completely enveloped by this unparalleled golden soul sword. Wherever it passed, all forms of power blocking his path disintegrated in that instant.

"What?!" Delia was utterly stunned. She had never imagined that this young man named Xu Yang could truly create such a miracle!

The Sword of Judgment, considered Delia's strongest offensive technique and one of the angelic lineage's top-tier cultivation methods, was completely obliterated by Xu Yang's inscrutable sword strike.

At this moment, even Isis and the other teammates observing Xu Yang's battle had no idea what kind of sword art Xu Yang had suddenly unleashed, its power being unprecedented!

Rumble!

The golden soul sword's light ultimately shattered Delia's Holy Light protection. Not only did it help Xu Yang overcome the crisis, but it also allowed him to successfully execute a counter-kill, placing its unparalleled, supreme edge directly against Delia's forehead.

"Wait!!"

Had it not been for the sudden appearance of the familiar voice of the Angelic Soul Pillar at this critical juncture, Xu Yang estimated that his sword would have immediately obliterated the Divine Emperor's maid.

"Little girl, what are you...?"

Long Kun and the others were completely bewildered, unable to understand why the Angelic Soul Pillar had appeared at this crucial moment. Just as Xu Yang had gained the upper hand in controlling the battle's outcome, it was the very person they had strived to protect who caused a sudden turn of events.

"I... I am willing to go back with you. The condition is that the Divine Emperor Son's lineage must no longer disturb Xu Yang and everyone around him. This is my only condition."

"No!!" Xu Yang's gaze was incredibly sharp. He turned, intending to advise the girl, but Delia, lying under the blade light of his soul sword, burst into laughter.

"See? You clever fool, this is fate's arrangement, and no one can escape it!"

Xu Yang was about to make another move to forcibly retain her, but Isis, who had suddenly caught up, stopped him in time.