"A replica of the Supre Divine Weapon, is it..."
Inside the palace, everyone couldn’t help but squint, and Qin Ning said, "Mo Wangchen’s Supre Divine Map is probably still unusable. Now, with Song Hao holding the Supre Divine Sword, how will he manage to cope?"
"Mo Wangchen, I am giving you one last chance. Hand over the Divine Map to willingly and bow down in submission, or else..."
In the sky above, Song Hao wielded the Supre Divine Sword, like a Sword Venerable from Ancient Tis, looking down on the world with disdain.
"You overestimate yourself. I’ve said it before, if you want the Divine Map from my hands, you’re not qualified."
Mo Wangchen snorted coldly, and as he finished speaking, a flicker of brilliance appeared in his eyes. Then, a wooden sword materialized in his hand out of thin air.
The wooden sword was entirely a peach-colored, a sword crafted from peachwood.
It didn’t appear extraordinary at all, resembling just an ordinary wooden sword.
This sword was the very one that Mo Wangchen obtained from his senior brother Lin Feng, once the close-fit sword of their Master!
"This wooden sword..."
Inside the palace, Du Feiyang squinted his eyes, staring intently at the wooden sword in Mo Wangchen’s hand, as if realizing sothing, "This sword seems ordinary, yet I sense a unique aura within it, it’s like... a wisp of Supre Divine Power!"
"What?"
"Supre Divine Power?"
"Brother Du, are you saying that the wooden sword in Mo Wangchen’s hand is also a Supre Divine Weapon?!"
Qin Ning and the others were in an uproar, their faces showing an expression of disbelief.
How could this be possible?
One must know that Supre Divine Weapons are things of the Heavenly Emperor, and throughout history, treasures of this level are rare, only so Sacred Lands or aristocratic families that have endured through eons could barely produce one.
But now, besides the Supre Divine Map, Mo Wangchen actually also has a wooden sword of the Supre Divine Weapon level?
"It’s nothing but futile struggle, Mo Wangchen. I gave you a chance, but unfortunately, you don’t understand how to choose."
In the sky above, Song Hao also saw the wooden sword in Mo Wangchen’s hand but didn’t notice anything unusual.
He let out a cold laugh, then instantly slashed down with the Supre Divine Sword in his hand.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The void trembled, energy ripples quivered, as if the montum of this entire world was being drained, Reverse Power surged, continuously converging towards Song Hao.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."
At a certain mont, when the terrifying Sword Force pervading the field reached its climax.
With a single slash from Song Hao, instantly, in the void, countless golden Sword Lights materialized out of thin air, numbering in the thousands and thousands.
Each of these Sword Lights emitted an astonishingly terrifying aura, as if swallowing the skies, capable of annihilating all enemies in the world.
"Kill!"
Song Hao lightly shouted, and as his words fell, Ten Thousand Swords simultaneously slashed like a Sword Sea, entirely locking onto Mo Wangchen.
This was a terrifying offensive, Ten Thousand Swords swept through the air, leaving nowhere to hide.
Even a regular Unity Realm Stage master, if trapped within the Sword Sea, would likely die on the spot!
"What a terrifying Sword Force!"
"Such ans... truly worthy of being a Supre Divine Weapon, even if it’s just a replica, it’s not sothing ordinary people can handle!"
Within Huan City, countless people were in an uproar, their faces showing shock, sensing how terrifying those Ten Thousand Sword Lights descending from the sky were.
Even so elder experts couldn’t help but feel their hearts pounding under such an offensive from Song Hao.
"Perish!"
Amidst all the focused gazes, Mo Wangchen neither retreated nor dodged, standing quietly in place.
With a soft shout from his mouth, then he saw him lightly point forward with the wooden sword in his hand.
"Buzz..."
No flashy colors appeared, nor any astounding noise occurred.
"Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack..."
However, after Mo Wangchen’s single sword, everyone found to their shock that the Ten Thousand Sword Lights slashing down simultaneously inexplicably collapsed, turning into countless small points of light that dissipated into the night sky.
"This..."
"How could this be?!"
After a brief silence in the field, everyone widened their eyes, their faces filled with disbelief.
"What did he do?"
An elder expert’s voice trembled, "I sensed a wisp of Supre Divine Power aura..."
"The wooden sword in Mo Wangchen’s hand is a genuine Supre Divine Weapon?!"
Such words instantly spread throughout the entire Huan City.
"You are just so-so."
Amidst the discussion of the masses in Man City, only Mo Wangchen’s indifferent voice was clearly transmitted from high above.
"Buzz..."
Then he saw, he took the initiative to strike, pointing the wooden sword in his hand towards Song Hao, and then stabbed out of thin air.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Energy ripples shook, the void above Huan City, space collapsed at this mont, revealing cracks like a mirror, the entire Heavenly Universe seed on the verge of crashing down.
"Ah!"
Screams echoed in ears, the speed of Mo Wangchen’s sword was beyond ordinary, descending onto Song Hao in the blink of an eye.
He was directly sent flying backward, screaming, coughing up blood incessantly, his complexion turning pale instantly.
Song Hao flew backward for several thousand zhang before he finally stabilized.
"Cough..."
He kept coughing up blood, his eyes growing dim, as if his whole being had suddenly withered.
"My... Spirit Sea..."
After a long silence, he said with an ugly face, "You shattered my Spirit Sea?!"
"What?"
"His Spirit Sea was shattered?"
"Doesn’t that an... Song Hao... is now crippled?!"
The entire city was in an uproar, everyone widened their eyes in disbelief.
The Saint Heir of Cangli, a genius renowned throughout Lizhou, in tonight’s battle, had his Spirit Sea shattered and was rendered useless!
This outco was obviously sothing no one expected.
"You wanted to sever my steady Dao Heart. I didn’t kill you, rely took away your cultivation, which is already rciful."
Mo Wangchen withdrew his sword and stood, his gaze fixed on Song Hao, showing no sympathy.
"No... this can’t be..."
"My Spirit Sea... my cultivation..."
Song Hao shook his head frantically, unable to accept this outco. His hair was disheveled, looking utterly miserable.
"At Reverse Life Realm’s fifth level, defeating Song Hao at the ninth level of Reverse Life Realm, Divine King Body Mo Wangchen..."
Du Feiyang’s eyes shone brightly, he continued, "I am already sowhat impatiently curious, to know which is stronger, the Holy Dragon Body or the Divine King Body, under the sa Realm!"
However, Qin Ning’s brows furrowed, "This could be troubleso. After all, Song Hao is the Saint Heir of Cangli. Now that he’s crippled... Cangli Sacred Land is likely to be completely furious."
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