A thousand miles outside Zhenwei City.
Space was torn apart like shredded cloth—truly tragic.
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
High in the sky, Jun Changxiao and the Zhenwei Emperor faced each other separated by several hundred zhang, thick sword momentum gathering around their bodies in a tit-for-tat stance.
From their recent exchange, they seemed evenly matched.
“This Zhenwei Emperor is also a dual Sword-Martial Saint, but judging from his sword momentum execution, he’s still slightly weaker than the Sect Master. He should have forcibly elevated himself using some special secret method.” He Wudi commented.
“…”
Ye Xingchen remained silent.
This guy really knows more than me!
What exactly is his background? What’s his identity?
Speaking of which…
Jun Changxiao also relied on various attribute liquids to elevate himself, and had never even comprehended the sword path. Why didn’t he have that feeling of being insubstantial?
Very simple.
This guy’s cheat level was very high.
The Zhenwei Emperor’s right hand holding the sword slightly relaxed as he said coldly: “Sect Master Jun’s sword path is extraordinary. This emperor quite admires it.”
“Likewise, likewise.”
Although the two were exchanging commercial compliments, they both maintained absolute focus, because the battle had just begun. There would be even more intense action ahead!
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
Sure enough, after a brief conversation, both sides once again transformed into sword light and fiercely clashed in mid-air. The combat process was indescribable—only from the spreading ripples could one judge the extremely high level!
“Young Master!”
Old Man Lin, who had retreated a thousand miles away, said incredulously: “That warrior in golden armor calls himself Emperor. He might be the… Zhenwei Emperor we were going to pledge allegiance to!”
“Pfft!”
Young Master Yuan couldn’t hold back and spat out blood.
Traveling ten thousand miles across the sea, before even reaching his destination, he encountered Jun Changxiao and was even saved by him. With great difficulty he picked himself back up again and decided to pledge allegiance to the ambitious Zhenwei Emperor, but that guy was fighting evenly with him!
Heavens!
Are you deliberately sending Jun Changxiao to torment me!
Or is it that in this lifetime, no matter what I, Yuan Feng, do, I’ll be fiercely bullied and trampled by that guy, ultimately accomplishing nothing and forever living in his shadow!
“Boom——”
A blast came from the distance. The Zhenwei Emperor crashed to the ground, his golden battle armor showing a faint sword mark on the chest.
Jun Changxiao stood proudly in mid-air and said coolly: “Since this seat encountered the sword path, you’re the opponent who hasn’t been defeated after a hundred moves.”
Very arrogant!
Very cocky!
“Whoosh——”
The Zhenwei Emperor flew over and patted the slightly damaged armor, sneering: “Indeed, there are always people beyond people, and heavens beyond heavens.”
“However.”
He gripped the Dragon Authority Sword tightly and said: “This emperor roughly understands your strength. Next, you can only face death.”
“Swoosh!”
He raised one hand, gathering sword momentum.
“Buzz buzz buzz!”
Within the city, the sword weapons that soldiers carried on their backs or gripped violently trembled, then uncontrollably flew up on their own.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
One hundred thousand sharp blades flew together, suspended in a single line above the city, presenting a magnificent momentum!
Jun Changxiao frowned: “Very similar to my Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin!”
Possessing dual Sword-Martial Saint strength, now executing a similar sword technique—was this coincidence, or was there another hidden story?
The System quickly stopped Jun Changxiao’s wild imagination: “For Sword Saint level experts, gathering countless sword weapons is very normal. Please put away your bold ideas, host.”
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Just then, the sharp blades suspended above the city vanished into thin air!
“Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!”
Behind the suspended Zhenwei Emperor, water-like ripples spread, then transformed into golden halos. The vanished sharp blades gradually emerged from within, numbering a full hundred thousand, covering the entire sky. No matter from which camera angle one looked, the scene was extremely spectacular and magnificent!
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
At the same time, violent winds howled!
“Sect Master Jun.”
The Zhenwei Emperor raised his head proudly and said: “Can you withstand this emperor’s move, Dragon Flight Sword Dance?”
“Dragon Flight Sword Dance?”
Jun Changxiao shook his head: “Such a poetically artistic sword name, executed by a tyrant, is really quite disappointing.”
“Swoosh!”
The Jade Dragon Asking Heaven Sword crossed before him. Two fingers pressed against the blade, his black hair wildly dancing in the wind, sword momentum instantly spreading outward all around.
“Hm?”
The Zhenwei Emperor frowned slightly: “The sword momentum you’re releasing seems to have similarities with this emperor’s Dragon Flight Sword Dance. Could you also summon ten thousand swords?”
“Summon ten thousand swords?”
Jun Changxiao sneered coldly: “That’s just a technique this seat has already played with.”
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh——”
As he spoke, the sword momentum poured out toward the ground, then enveloped pebbles, wood blocks, branches, and leaves, causing them to fly up on their own, each containing sharp momentum.
Summoning blade after blade—that was indeed played out! Now when Jun Dog Sheng released sword momentum, all things could become swords!
The difference in level between the two was immediately apparent!
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
Pebbles and leaves enveloped by sword momentum flew over one after another, then suspended behind Jun Changxiao in a tremendous momentum, facing off against the Zhenwei Emperor.
At this moment…
The scene presented in everyone’s field of vision was entirely sword momentum and sword light!
“Too terrifying!”
Old Man Lin was shocked, his heart and spirit trembling. He hurriedly brought Young Master Yuan to retreat even farther, afraid that when the two clashed, it would endanger them!
Li Qingyang and the others also retreated one after another.
Xiao Zuiji even brought out his divine weapon Cloudream Chivalrous Concealment, his back to Zhenwei City like an indestructible mountain, providing absolute safety for the city’s residents.
“Scapegoat.”
Ye Xingchen said coolly: “They’re not even Qingyang Commandery citizens. Why protect them so carefully?”
Xiao Zuiji said: “Because the Sect Master doesn’t want those children to perish.”
“…”
Ye Xingchen thought to himself: “Really considers himself the embodiment of chivalry.”
…
A thousand miles away.
Jun Changxiao and the Zhenwei Emperor were still facing off.
The sword qi and sword light gathering around them grew increasingly powerful. Obviously they’d reached the critical moment!
“Dragon Flight Sword Dance!”
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
The sharp blades within the golden halos immediately dragged flowing light, shooting out explosively like schools of sardines. The erupting sword momentum even evolved into a lifelike golden dragon beast!
“Snap!”
Jun Changxiao snapped his fingers.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
The densely packed sword light behind him immediately shot forth!
They also gathered together in a sardine school momentum, but as they charged forward, they seemed to transform into a fierce tiger shark!
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
The dragon-like, shark-like arrow rain fiercely collided with each other.
For a moment, the dark sky immediately flashed with brilliant points of light, like fireworks exploding instantly, finally rendering the entire horizon like broad daylight!
Clang clang clang clang clang!
Boom boom boom boom boom!
Jun Changxiao and the Zhenwei Emperor stood proudly in place. As the gathered sword momentum’s collision entered its heated phase, both involuntarily retreated step by step.
“…”
Young Master Yuan and Old Man Lin held their breath.
At this moment, the dazzling scene presented in their field of vision was simply too震撼 to their hearts and spirits!
If they weren’t certain both were Saint-level, they would even suspect that Emperor-level combat probably wasn’t much more than this!
“Whoosh——”
As thousands of sword lights violently collided, the Zhenwei Emperor’s entire body flashed golden light. In unity with his sword, he charged toward Jun Changxiao, and in the blink of an eye closed to within ten-plus zhang!
“Sect Master Jun!”
“This battle is over!”
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
The golden light blazed hot, space instantly shattered!
Jun Changxiao raised an eyebrow. The sword momentum gathered around him instantly drew closer, forming layer after layer of defensive barriers.
Just then, the Zhenwei Emperor’s lips curved into a smile. The originally charging sharp sword momentum was suddenly enveloped by scorching flames as he roared: “Supreme Separation Fire, burn all void!”
Jun Changxiao’s pupils contracted as he exclaimed: “This guy is also a fire cultivator!”
“Boom——”
A violent explosion suddenly manifested in the high sky. Scorching flames erupted. The two types of sword light also stopped colliding and simultaneously lost their power and dissipated.
“Whoosh!”
The Zhenwei Emperor flew out explosively from the flame surge, standing with hands behind his back suspended at his original position, his face showing the smile that only victors have.
…
“Young Master!”
Old Man Lin said in shock: “The battle is over!”
“What’s the outcome!” Young Master Yuan urgently asked.
Looking at the flames covering half the sky, Old Man Lin said gravely: “Jun Changxiao is defeated. He’s probably either dead or severely injured!”
Young Master Yuan first froze, then covered his face, threw back his head, and laughed loudly.
But gradually, the laughter revealed desolation, and he said despondently: “Unable to personally defeat such a formidable opponent is Yuan’s lifetime regret!”
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