"What’s there to be afraid of?"
Jiang Chen wore a proud expression, his gaze unwavering as he t Li Yunlong’s eyes.
A Swordsman!
Must be peerlessly sharp, fearless, and always press forward!
Jiang Chen’s heart was a blade, cleaving through all obstacles; his will was a sword, piercing through all fear.
Fearless and dauntless!
This was Jiang Chen’s state of mind.
Let alone Li Yunlong, Jiang Chen would be unafraid even if Lan Haichen himself stood before him.
’The worst that can happen is death!’
’When you’re dead, you’re dead. A man can’t live forever. How could a real man in this world let the re thought of death scare him witless?’
"Good, good, good!"
Li Yunlong was stunned for a mont, then burst into laughter, exclaiming "good" three tis.
He was a heaven-defying genius, with heaven-defying combat power and heaven-defying talent, who had never known defeat since his debut!
He had suppressed countless chosen ones and monstrous geniuses, firmly occupying the number one spot on the Saint Martial Dynasty’s Spirit List. No one could shake his position.
Even Yuwen Xunyi, who was ranked second on the Spirit List, couldn’t last ten moves against him!
Ordinary True Martial Realm masters would be scared out of their wits just hearing his na, Li Yunlong. How could they possibly have the courage to withstand his peak sword strike?
"Jiang Chen, your courage is comndable. Unfortunately, in the world of Martial Artists, courage alone is not enough. A Martial Artist’s ultimate reliance is strength. Only with sufficient strength can one dominate and survive in this world."
Li Yunlong took a deep breath, an icy glint flickering in his eyes. He said, word by word, "Your talent is great. If you were given a few more years to develop, you might even reach my current level of achievent. But unfortunately for you, you are too arrogant and have no idea of your own limits. You actually dared to provoke the authority of the Celestial Alliance. The authority of the Celestial Alliance cannot be violated, so death is your only option!"
"Enough talk. Let’s do this!"
Jiang Chen said in a low voice.
Every muscle in his body was tense. From Li Yunlong, he felt the threat of death.
Aside from Lan Haichen, this was the strongest opponent he had ever encountered.
Even Yun Jianshen would be nothing before Li Yunlong!
Li Yunlong nodded, saying no more.
"Sword, co!"
He opened his palm and spoke the words softly. A faint blue light suddenly emanated from his belt. It was a flexible sword, which flew out as a streak of blue light, circled twice above his head, and then slowly descended into his palm.
It was a blue, flexible sword.
The sword was a ter and a half long, two fingers wide, and its entire body radiated an icy blue glow.
"Its na—Blue Blood!"
Li Yunlong held the Blue Blood Sword horizontally before him. He placed the fingers of his left hand on the blade and gently slid them from the hilt to the tip.
The Blue Blood Sword seed to feel its master’s caress, vibrating slightly as if in celebration.
"The Tier Three Advanced Profound Weapon, the Blue Blood Sword?"
"I heard it’s a Profound Weapon forged from Ten Thousand Year teorite Iron. The blade can be both hard and soft. When hard, it’s as unyielding as teorite iron, indestructible; when soft, it’s like flowing water, impervious to all techniques!"
"He actually brought out the Blue Blood Sword! It looks like Li Yunlong plans to finish Jiang Chen with this one strike!"
On the high platform of the Earth Martial Hall.
Third Elder Zong Han roared with laughter, his hands braced on the stone table as he looked down at the Tower Guardian Elder seated beside him. "Old man, I told you before that Jiang Chen would surely die. You have nothing to say now, do you?"
"I don’t speak to people who don’t keep their word!" the Tower Guardian Elder said dismissively, glancing at him.
His cloudy eyes, however, remained fixed on the Blood Battle Arena.
A trace of gravity and worry appeared between his brows.
Zong Han’s face darkened. Furious, he slamd his hands on the stone table and gritted his teeth. "This Elder is not soone who goes back on his word..."
"Then eat the table!" the Tower Guardian Elder said.
"I..."
Zong Han opened his mouth but was at a loss for words. Suddenly, he noticed the Tower Guardian Elder’s gaze was fixed on Jiang Chen. The corner of his mouth lifted, a sly look flashing in his eyes. "Old man, let’s make another bet. If Jiang Chen manages to walk off the Blood Battle Arena alive this ti, I’ll not only eat this entire table but the stone stool you’re sitting on as well."
"Really?"
the Tower Guardian Elder asked.
Zong Han nodded. "Of course I’m serious! But... what if you lose?"
"Then I’ll eat the table!" the Tower Guardian Elder declared.
Zong Han was taken aback, then a grin spread across his face as if his sche had succeeded. "Good! It’s a deal. If either of us loses and refuses to honor the bet, may they be hindered by a Heart Demon, their cultivation forever stagnant!"
Hindered by a Heart Demon!
This was a great oath, a vicious vow that most Martial Artists would never dare to make.
Zong Han only dared to do so because he saw Li Yunlong in the arena and was certain of victory.
The Tower Guardian Elder glanced at Zong Han’s insidious smile, a cold glint in his own eyes, and said in a low voice, "It’s a deal!"
"Hahaha, then I’ll be waiting to watch you eat that table!" Zong Han laughed triumphantly.
The Tower Guardian Elder snorted coldly and stared at Jiang Chen, thinking to himself: ’Old friend, I hope your disciple is truly as powerful as you claid. Otherwise, these old bones of mine are in for a world of trouble.’
......
"Jiang Chen, this strike cos from the Earth Tier High-level Sword Technique, the Wind and Cloud Sword Technique. Watch closely. This will be the last sword strike you ever see, and the most magnificent!"
Li Yunlong stood tall and straight, his gaze sharp and cold, like two piercing swords.
The True Essence slowly gathering around him suddenly halted, then a fierce wind seed to rise from nowhere, rumbling as surging True Essence burst from his body. It poured into the Blue Blood Sword, causing the longsword to pulse with blue light and its edge to flare. A cold shout exploded like thunder: "Wind and Cloud Sword Technique—Eight Directions Cloud Movent!"
SWISH!
A curtain of blue light shot out from the Blue Blood Sword in Li Yunlong’s hand.
Between heaven and earth, the Spiritual Power grew turbulent.
High in the clear, boundless sky, a thick black cloud suddenly appeared. It roiled in from the west, lying across the sky like a mountain peak. The oppressive black cloud brought with it a suffocating feeling.
In front of the Earth Martial Hall, the many masters all felt a powerful pressure.
The Martial Artists with weaker cultivation felt it most intensely, as if an invisible hand was squeezing their throats, making it hard to breathe.
WHOOSH...
A fierce wind suddenly rose.
Dark clouds, fierce winds—wind and clouds gathered from all directions. The technique truly lived up to its na: Eight Directions Cloud Movent!
"Is that Wind Sword Intent? Li Yunlong’s Wind Sword Intent has already reached the Tier Two High Level! To be able to stir the winds and clouds from all directions... it’s terrifying!"
"Tier Two High Level Sword Intent! I’ll probably never be able to comprehend such a profound True Martial Dao in my entire life, will I?"
"This strike is too horrifying. Jiang Chen is dead for sure!"
VMMMM—
The roiling dark clouds and fierce winds between heaven and earth suddenly grew more violent. With a sweep of Li Yunlong’s longsword, a hundred-zhang-long blue Sword Aura erupted. The overwhelming wind and clouds descended abruptly, wrapping around the massive Sword Aura as it slashed toward Jiang Chen with unstoppable montum.
The Sword Intent soared to the heavens. All the disciples below the True Martial Realm felt their legs go weak, and they collapsed to their knees.
So were even crushed by the terrifying sword pressure, causing them to spit up blood.
Every gaze turned toward the massive Sword Aura, which carried the montum of the wind and clouds as it fell, and every face was filled with horror.
’As expected of the number one on the Spirit List. The power of a single strike is truly this formidable.’
Spiritual Light flickered in Jiang Chen’s eyes. His brows furrowed with seriousness, his robes fluttered loudly, and his long hair whipped wildly in the wind. "Your strike may be strong, but it’s not enough to kill . You’re not the only one who understands Wind Sword Intent, Li Yunlong. Today, with the sword in my hand, I will show you that your so-called number one on the Spirit List is nothing special!"
Before his voice had even faded.
The Qingfeng Sword was already in his palm. He slashed it through the air, its Sword Qi soaring to the sky...
"Infinite Sword Technique—Endless Sky!"
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