Chapter 421: Stage 4 Guo Guo Sword!

Dive!
The moment Happy landed in front of Xiao San and the man holding the flute, the two Mingjiao disciples fell to the ground like kites with cut strings, never to rise again.
The Mingjiao disciples around them instinctively glanced over and were shocked beyond measure!
They saw that from their throats down to their waists, there were terrifying blood trails about two feet long. Although they were experts at the Mysterious Realm, their defensive capabilities were quite high—yet they were killed in an instant by a single sword strike…
The Mingjiao disciples who had intended to stop Happy and his group felt as if their feet were filled with lead; they couldn’t move forward even a little, staring in horror from afar.
Zhou Yu was also slightly stunned!
Though he had heard about Happy’s legendary sword strike that killed Huang Sha, the vice leader of the First-Class Hall, and considered it extraordinary, the sword strike just now seemed utterly ordinary, far from being a legendary secret technique.
Moreover…
Chatter arose among the crowd behind them, and certain words caught Zhou Yu’s attention—referring to the Guo Guo Divine Sword in Happy’s hands!
Beyond its three-colored glow, there was an additional layer of magnificent, magical colors that blended the three hues, making it appear even more noble and mysterious. The sword’s edge was razor-sharp, seemingly even brighter than the Yi Tian Sword in the hands of the Emei Sect’s leader, Master Mie Jue.
His mind was shaken!
For the first time, Zhou Yu’s face showed seriousness as his brows slowly furrowed. A barely audible voice escaped his lips:
“Stage 4…”
A few others also recognized the weapon in Happy’s hands.
Meng Yun and Xue Yi from the six major sects had seen Happy’s Stage 3 Guo Guo Divine Sword many times, so they immediately realized that although the sword in his hands was still the Guo Guo Divine Sword, it was far more imposing and sharp, almost like a divine artifact!
Their faces turned pale…
A fleeting look of panic flashed in their eyes.
The Stage 3 Guo Guo Divine Sword only increased damage by 1,250 points, but the Stage 4 version was simply monstrous!
Forged from top-tier materials worth hundreds of millions of silver coins, all its attributes were increased by 300% on top of the original level—adding a full 2,000 points to its lethality.
Its attack speed wasn’t obviously faster at first, but with that 300% boost later on, Happy’s ordinary attacks became as powerful as secret techniques. Combined with its terrifying lethality, it created the unstoppable, devastating effect just seen.
At this moment, not only Meng Yun and Xue Yi felt uneasy—everyone present sensed the threat posed by Happy…
Like a sword without a scabbard!
Its edge was razor-sharp!!
Approaching slowly!!!

In an instant, the chaotic battlefield seemed to pause for a brief moment… All eyes turned to Happy, who was walking slowly toward Zhang Wuji. “Stop him!” Zhou Yu quickly ordered Xiao San once he regained his clarity. The latter reacted swiftly, leaving a afterimage behind; the flute player also moved nimbly, holding his flute horizontally for the first time and beginning to play. As the flute music started, Happy immediately sensed that the surroundings were slightly distorting, and a sense of danger flashed through his mind. Without hesitation, he swung his sword in the direction of the incoming wind. Whoosh! Almost at the same time, Xiao San appeared and slashed at Happy with his sword. Golden Bell Shield! Xiao San had originally coordinated perfectly with the flute player, using the suddenness of his movements and the flute music to distract Happy momentarily, aiming for a fatal strike. But he didn’t expect Happy to react faster! The Golden Bell Shield appeared. Xiao San’s decisive strike was one of Jing Wuming’s three deadly moves, carrying astonishing destructive power. Unfortunately, that very destructive power became the main reason for his failure. The recoil from the Golden Bell Shield shattered Xiao San’s wrist, causing him to freeze mid-motion. A brilliant light flashed past his vision at a speed no less than that of his deadly strike! One sword for another! Happy remained unharmed, while Xiao San lost his life… Pfft! As soon as Xiao San fell, an almost imperceptible gust of wind silently struck the flute player right at his heart point. The latter trembled, the music stopped instantly, and he staggered back several meters, spitting blood all over the ground, his face pale as paper. Gu Feng’s eyes widened in realization—this seemingly cold and delicate woman before him was actually a rare expert. Wounding the flute player with just one finger required extraordinary strength, far beyond what ordinary people could achieve. The two experts on the right side were now one dead and one injured, once again intimidating the players of the Ming Sect. Those nearby stepped back, viewing Happy as a fierce beast as he walked slowly forward. Seeing things reach this point, Zhou Yu also knew it was impossible to stop Happy anymore… Helplessly, he watched as Happy, Mo Mo, and Gu Feng each delivered a sword strike at Zhang Wuji. Boom!! Despite being severely injured, Zhang Wuji still had enough strength to counterattack, delivering a single palm strike. A powerful gust of energy surged forth! In an instant, sand and stones flew, and dust swirled. Mo Mo and Gu Feng were hit first, sent flying, and kept spitting blood in the air. But even though severely injured, Zhang Wuji clearly didn’t have the strength to kill all three instantly. Amid the dust…

At the moment Zhang Wuji launched his attack, Kai Xin activated the Golden Bell Shield in its little dragon form, narrowly avoiding his strike and becoming the only opponent who didn’t retreat under Zhang Wuji’s single move.
Dragon Seizing Hand!
Windless Shadow Kick!
As it flashed past Zhang Wuji’s side, it grabbed his arm and swiftly pressed a palm against his chest…
Bang!
The moment the palm touched Zhang Wuji’s body, Kai Xin clearly felt an extremely mysterious force moving within him.
Zhang Wuji’s body was flung out of the dust! He fell to the ground, spitting blood.
Kai Xin, however, was sent flying ten meters back by the power of the Nine Yang Divine Art emanating from Zhang Wuji’s body.
“Truly worthy of being Zhang Wuji.”
But Kai Xin wasn’t easy to deal with. Though he knew Zhang Wuji, equipped with the Nine Yang Divine Art and the Great Heaven and Earth Shift, had thick skin and could shift his vital points to reduce damage, each use placed greater strain on his body.
As he was sent flying, he slapped his waist, and the Flying Eagle Sword sliced through the air, chasing after Zhang Wuji…
“Delusional!”
Zhou Yu was furious!
He was powerless to let the three of them deal with Zhang Wuji, and if Kai Xin alone managed to seriously injure him, how could he preserve his face?
He shook his silver spear!
A fierce beam of light, like a rainbow, appeared just in time to block the Flying Eagle Sword.
Unfortunately…
Kai Xin’s Flying Eagle Sword wasn’t so easy to parry.
Pfft!
The overlapping Flying Eagle Swords separated ahead of time.
Cough!
In the end, Zhou Yu only managed to block one of the swords, while the other two pierced through the air and struck at Zhang Wuji.
Just as the attack was about to succeed, someone descended from the sky!
Fingers as hard as iron firmly grasped the Flying Eagle Sword heading toward Zhang Wuji, turning the sharp sword into a pile of scrap metal in those powerful hands.
“Enough!”
The White-Browed Eagle King stood beside Zhang Wuji like a towering mountain. Looking at the severely injured youth who still showed no signs of weakness, his stern face showed a rare gentle expression for the first time.
“Grandpa.”
Zhang Wuji gave a pained smile. The word “grandpa” caused the White-Browed Eagle King, who had never been moved even by the masters of the six great sects, to change his expression drastically!