The cruel Planar Battlefield is kill or be killed.
Therefore, Jun Changxiao showed no mercy when he struck. If he could end it in one move, he would never use a second.
As such.
In just a few minutes, all nineteen planar powerhouses perished.
What a pity that no one from the Xingyun Continent witnessed this, otherwise they would surely be deeply shaken to their core, since the weakest among those Jun Changxiao killed was comparable to an Eighth Grade Martial Emperor!
If it were a major sect, losing so many pillars of strength would absolutely be a devastating blow, possibly even causing irreversible decline.
Of course.
If this were truly on the Xingyun Continent, Jun Changxiao might not have had the chance to kill so many, because Martial Emperor level powerhouses there cherished their lives.
Moreover, given the Eternal Sect’s current dominance, unless they developed grudges to the death with enemies, it would be extremely difficult for such a massive battle involving dozens of Martial Emperors to occur.
The nineteen killed came from three different planes.
First blood worth 300 points, 16 people worth 160 points, for a total of 460 merit points obtained.
“Swish!”
Jun Changxiao swung his sword and looked toward the planar powerhouse hovering in the sky, comparable to a Half-Step Martial Saint, saying indifferently: “Only one prey left.”
Several planes’ worth of powerhouses had treated him as prey, but ended up becoming prey themselves—truly quite tragic.
The Half-Saint powerhouse said indifferently: “No wonder you dare enter the Planar Battlefield alone, so you have some capability.”
“However.”
After a pause, his gaze turned cold and stern: “You still must die!”
This powerhouse could have joined forces with the others earlier, but after witnessing the Chihai Continent martial artists being killed, he decided to stand by and watch.
Why?
Because this Xingyun Continent martial artist was very strong.
If he continuously killed many people, he would slowly accumulate slaughter value. Then when he himself acted to kill him, he would obtain even more merit points!
Jun Changxiao was very strong.
This point, the Half-Saint powerhouse guessed correctly.
But he didn’t expect he would be strong enough to kill nineteen people in such a short time.
However, it didn’t matter. Now that the pig had been fattened, it was time for slaughter.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
This powerhouse comparable to a Half-Saint waved both hands, causing space to tremble. Fist imprints condensed from above, and judging from their intensity, the power they carried was definitely incomparable to ordinary Half-Saint level!
Jun Changxiao gripped his sword weapon tightly, battle intent rising in his eyes.
Ever since breaking through to peak Martial Emperor level, he hadn’t seriously fought a Half-Saint yet. Now being in the Planar Battlefield where spatial barriers were solid, he could finally get his wish!
Burn.
My chakra, my cosmos, my Conqueror’s Haki, my Hello Kitty!
“Sword energy spans thirty thousand miles, one sword’s cold light covers nineteen provinces!”
Jun Changxiao’s long hair danced in the wind as the Jade Dragon Heaven Asking Sword, enveloped in blazing flames, suddenly slashed out, instantly forming matchless sword energy.
“Hm?”
In the distant battlefield area, powerhouses from various planes all saw in the sky an eye-catching radiance appearing, extremely attention-grabbing!
“Sword energy?”
“Though the distance is far, it feels very strong!”
“Could it be that sword dao powerhouse?”
“Let’s go take a look!”
Martial artists from various planes all rushed toward the scene at maximum speed.
In their view, being able to burst forth such eye-catching sword momentum, it must be some sword dao powerhouse’s doing!
…
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
The sword energy illuminating thousands of miles, carrying explosive might, obliterated the fist imprints one by one.
Witnessing the techniques he unleashed being broken by a single sword, the Half-Saint powerhouse’s relaxed expression was replaced by solemnity, and he thought to himself: “This youth’s strength is not inferior to mine!”
“Swish swish swish—”
Jun Changxiao charged forward with his sword, the One-Word Speed Formula deployed again, the battle intent in his eyes unprecedentedly intense.
The Half-Saint powerhouse met his gaze, and his heart immediately felt somewhat timid, so he hurriedly employed movement techniques to flee backward.
When experts make a move, you know whether they have it or not.
The sword momentum Jun Changxiao unleashed had already made the Half-Saint wary!
As the Emperor Among Swords, combined with the Jade Dragon Heaven Asking Sword, his combat power now was definitely stronger than when wielding the Blue Dragon Crescent Blade!
Though he often played with the blade.
His sword dao aspect was the strongest!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Countless sword energies shot forth like rolling clouds and surging winds, but unfortunately, that Half-Saint had lost the will to fight and was retreating backward, so they didn’t hit.
“Want to run?”
With both Mechanical Armed Wings and flying power bursting forth, Jun Changxiao transformed into a stream of light chasing after him, catching up in the blink of an eye!
“Such fast speed!” the Half-Saint exclaimed.
“Die!”
Jun Changxiao shouted coldly, suddenly raising the Jade Dragon Heaven Asking Sword. His wrist immediately flashed with light, covered by pieces of steel.
Mechanical Armed Wings, combat form activated!
“Whoosh whoosh—”
Explosive sword energy slashed out, not only emanating an extremely cold and severe aura, but also carrying heavy威pressure.
At that moment, the entire world seemed to lose its color, leaving only the blazing sword light that people would remember for a lifetime!
“No…”
The Half-Saint sensed the crisis, his eyes full of terror as he cried out.
But just as he opened his mouth, his entire body was split in two by the terrifying sword energy!
“Splurt!”
The sword energy tore through, the separated corpse spilling fresh blood, crashing heavily to the ground, adding another patch of crimson blood to the earth.
“Congratulations participant for obtaining Wind Cloud Continent first blood, receiving 100 merit points.”
“Congratulations participant for killing a Profound Grade powerhouse, receiving 20 merit points.”
“Profound Grade powerhouse?”
The feminine prompt voice said: “Each plane has different realm systems, so to distinguish strength, participants in the Planar Battlefield are uniformly divided into four grades: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow.”
“Dear participant, the powerhouse you just killed was a Void Transformation Realm powerhouse in Wind Cloud Continent, but is classified as Profound Grade in the Planar Battlefield.”
“I see.”
Jun Changxiao asked: “What grade am I?”
“Judging from realm, you should be classified as Yellow Grade, so killing those of higher grades gives 10 more merit points than killing those of equal grade.” The feminine voice responded.
System: “…”
It felt a crisis of being laid off, its heart now panicking like crazy.
Jun Changxiao said: “I’m the lowest?”
“However, judging from the battle just now, your true strength should be between Earth Grade and Profound Grade.” The feminine voice replied.
“That’s more like it.” Jun Changxiao smiled with satisfaction.
However, if a Half-Saint powerhouse was only Profound Grade, it meant there were still Heaven and Earth Grade powerhouses in the Planar Battlefield, their strength definitely comparable to Martial Saints or even higher!
If he encountered them, wouldn’t that be very troublesome?
Indeed.
The battlefield with a minimum entry requirement of Martial Emperor level was filled with experts!
Jun Changxiao covered his face, tilted his body back and laughed strangely: “This place is thrilling, perfect for me!”
As someone with cheats, he had a feeling of “invincibility is such loneliness” on the Xingyun Continent.
In the Planar Battlefield, where Martial Emperors walked everywhere and Half-Saints were as common as dogs, with even Martial Saints and higher, the situation was different!
Especially thinking about being able to fight fiercely with them, Jun Changxiao’s blood instantly burned.
…
Killing twenty planar powerhouses, obtaining 580 merit points, the Xingyun Continent’s stronghold territory below also expanded from the initial two or three meters to over twenty meters.
Jun Changxiao collapsed in despair: “How many do I have to kill to develop it to village size!”
The feminine prompt voice said: “Dear participant, territorial expansion speed is determined by population. The fewer people, the slower the expansion.”
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
Just then, streams of light came flying over.
Among them were powerhouses who had pretended to leave earlier, as well as powerhouses disturbed by the sword energy, numbering at least six or seven thousand.
“Hmph.”
Jun Changxiao stood proudly, sword in one hand.
Killing nineteen Martial Emperors and one Half-Saint was merely a warm-up. What came next was the real… with Mechanical Armed Wings and flying power bursting forth in double mode, this guy actually fled at maximum speed!
“Don’t be cowardly!” the System said.
Jun Changxiao roared: “I’d have to be kicked in the head by a donkey to fight thousands of Martial Emperor level powerhouses!”
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