"Hmph, Murong Bai, I used to underestimate you!"
A flash of cold light flickered in Wang Qian’s eyes. He no longer hurried to settle the score with Murong Bai, using his Wind Realm to move around the arena.
Murong Bai’s sword may be fast, but it isn’t faster than the wind.
"Hmph, once my Netherworld Wind Demise Array is complete, that’s when you’ll be defeated!"
Wang Qian sneered inwardly, realizing he had been muddled by Ling Feng’s provocation earlier. For this battle, he did not need to clash head-on with Murong Bai’s I Existence Sword Intent; his speed alone could ensure victory.
As Wang Qian continued to inscribe so peculiar engravings around the arena, a sinister wind arose, accompanied by eerie ghostly sounds that overwheld Murong Bai’s heart.
The power of the Ancient Witch God Clan was within Wang Qian, and his specialty was array formation. Once this Netherworld Wind Demise Array was ford, even a strong figure like Li Yanluo of Yunluo Sacred Land couldn’t easily escape, let alone a re Murong Bai.
The desolate sound of a ghost weeping at a wild temple made one’s blood run cold!
At the sa ti, Wang Qian lded with a wraithlike black wind, causing Murong Bai’s eyelids to twitch with a sense of impending danger.
"Murong Bai, you are dood!"
Wang Qian shouted, the black wind around him eroded everything, its power now more than double compared to the previous Yin Wind.
Wherever the black wind passed, Murong Bai’s sword light was completely annihilated!
The Netherworld Wind Demise Array was already mostly ford!
"Damn it, is it really hopeless..."
Murong Bai clenched the sword hilt tightly. Ever since witnessing Shi Haoxuan’s Divine Will battle among top-tier experts a few days ago, he felt his pride over the years was nothing but a joke.
Perhaps his talent was indeed lacking, far behind those true geniuses.
"Defeated again..."
Murong Bai sighed lightly, raising his right hand already prepared to concede.
However, at that mont, a clear reprimand echoed from the audience, not loud but akin to thunder booming in Murong Bai’s mind.
"Senior Brother Murong, what is supre ego? What is supre existence?"
Murong Bai was slightly stunned, turning towards the audience where everyone was tensely watching the match on stage. It seed that only he heard that voice.
"Murong Bai, why are you still looking around? You truly are nothing but waste!"
Wang Qian laughed wildly, at this point Murong Bai’s defeat seed inevitable!
However, unbeknownst to him, Murong Bai achieved sudden realization from that mysterious person’s words in an instant.
He was already of exceptional talent, otherwise, he couldn’t steadily hold the position of Third Young Emperor at the East Spirit Immortal Pond.
Now, enlightennt dawned upon him, dispelling the gloom in his heart, thoughts of invincibility and supre existence surged, increasing his strength tenfold.
"I understand!"
An invincible belief renewed in Murong Bai’s eyes, grateful in his heart for that mysterious person’s words akin to enlightennt.
Even his stagnant Sword Dao enlightennt underwent a transformative change.
"What’s happening?"
Opposite him, Wang Qian’s eyelids twitched, suddenly feeling that Murong Bai in front of him had changed sohow.
The flaw in the Sword Heart was suddenly repaired, even bursting with newfound strength.
"Sovereign Dragon Slayer Sword!"
Roar——
A dragon roar tore through the sky do, rolling like thunder, dominating the peak of the heavenly vault!
A long sword, twisting and turning, resonating passionately, the dragon roar unceasing, shaking the Nine Heavens above!
Each twist of the long sword summoned the dragon’s arrival, intimidating heaven and earth, supre existence!
Clang!——
Murong Bai clearly hadn’t advanced with his sword, but Wang Qian’s complexion changed dramatically as he hurriedly halted.
Within the black wind, the hidden ghosts scread miserably, as if being slain by the invisible Sword Qi!
In an instant, chaos ensued amidst the black wind, truly ghostly cries and howls!
Crack——
More strangely, a segnt of black wind suddenly dissipated into nothingness, revealing Wang Qian’s true form!
"How is this possible! How is this possible! How is this possible!..."
Wang Qian roared in fury, on the brink of defeating Murong Bai, only to witness Murong Bai’s strength skyrocketing suddenly.
Mysterious, this was too mysterious!
"Nothing is impossible!"
Murong Bai advanced with the sword, each step closer caused the surrounding Yin Wind to dissipate further.
It seed that the dragon’s incessant roar held an unfathomable power!
"The lad can be taught."
Below the stage, Ling Feng nodded in approval, acknowledging Murong Bai indeed had so talent, which made his tily guidance worthwhile.
With a simple phrase, he actually transmitted his own Sword Dao enlightennt into Murong Bai’s mind, costing him considerable Spiritual Power.
Although he didn’t hold much favor towards Murong Bai, compared to Wang Qian, he certainly preferred to assist Murong Bai.
After all, he hadn’t done much, rely reminded Murong Bai; whether Murong Bai could achieve enlightennt depended on his own comprehension.
Reality proved Murong Bai’s comprehension wasn’t lacking.
From Murong Bai, he also learned sothing valuable, aiding his own Sword Dao enlightennt.
"Damn it, I’m unreconciled!"
Wang Qian retaliated angrily, driving the Yin Wind Power to erode heaven and earth, seemingly trying to completely destroy Murong Bai.
But after Ling Feng’s guidance, Murong Bai’s Sword Heart opened, his Sword Dao Accomplishnt reached another level.
The supre existence intent penetrated the sword moves; every strike wielded the power to defeat thousands.
Three moves later, Wang Qian spat blood, retreating repeatedly!
Boom!——
The final sword left Wang Qian defeated and unwilling!
Yet, defeated is defeated!
On the Sunset Chosen One’s arena, only one eternal truth prevails.
The victor is king!
In this battle, the victor is Murong Bai!
Though Murong Bai won with difficulty, exposing all cards, exhausting heavily, with his breath scattered.
Nevertheless, he ultimately won!
Behind Murong Bai, the Luck Dragon appeared, alas, Wang Qian’s Luck Dragon had been drained, and Murong Bai’s Luck Dragon circled around Wang Qian but returned empty-handed.
"Behind Wang Qian, the Luck Dragon couldn’t even form?"
Murong Bai’s eyelids twitched, incredulously glancing at Wang Qian.
The next mont, Murong Bai’s body shimred and was transmitted off the arena, yet inside he felt tumultuous waves knowing if not for that mysterious voice, he’d have lost.
Sweeping across the third arena area, the only one capable of transmitting Divine Sense was Ling Feng...
"Junior Brother Ling..."
Murong Bai returned to his seat, gazing at Ling Feng with eyes filled with shock and uncertainty.
"Congratulations Senior Brother Murong, on defeating Wang Qian."
Ling Feng smiled lightly, calm like a still ancient well.
"Earlier..." Murong Bai gritted his teeth, inhaled deeply, and cupped his fist at Ling Feng in salute. "Earlier, thank you."
"No need to be polite."
Ling Feng shrugged, smiling gently.
"Indeed..." Murong Bai swallowed hard, finally certain the one reminding him earlier was Ling Feng.
Recalling Wang Qian surrendering to Ling Feng, and his Power of Destiny being drained...
Could it be...
"Junior Brother Ling, did Wang Qian previously lose to you?"
Murong Bai asked solemnly.
"Roughly so."
Ling Feng touched his nose lightly, not concerned with Wang Qian, defeating him was inconsequential.
"I understand."
Murong Bai inhaled deeply, bowing again to Ling Feng, "Junior Brother Ling, thank you!"
(PS: The third update will be at night.)
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