The voice was deceptively calm, yet it held a profound depth, like a misty abyss.
"This Throne of Kings is how I shall receive you."
"If you wish to use my Technique for your own Enlightennt, then ascend the Throne of Kings and co claim your death!"
Upon hearing this voice, all the Immortal Kings instinctively looked up at the sky.
Faintly.
They could vaguely make out a figure standing upon the White Jade Arena, which glead with Divine Light.
The figure wore a Light Gold Dragon Robe and a Flat Heaven Crown. He blazed like the great sun, his majesty too aweso to gaze upon directly!
"That’s... the Sovereign of Yongchang, the Celestial Destiny Emperor!"
"Telling us to ’co claim our death’... What astounding arrogance."
"Be careful, it could be a trap!"
"Hmph. He’s already set up the arena and is waiting for us. If we cower now, we’ll beco a laughingstock!"
"What’s there to fear? With so many of us, are we really afraid of whatever sche he might be plotting?!"
"Let’s go! Anyone who dares hold back today, trying to take advantage of the chaos, will be considered a mortal enemy to us all! After this battle, it won’t end until one side is dead!"
A white-robed Swordsman, sharp sword in hand, stepped onto the void. With an explosion of air, he shot into the sky, rocketing toward the White Jade Arena!
His na was Yan Thirteen, a true disciple of the Myriad Swords Sect.
He was over a thousand years old.
He had achieved the rank of Immortal King by the age of one hundred, but had been trapped in the Immortal King Realm for nine hundred years, unable to attain Enlightennt!
The mont he sensed the Heaven and Earth Laws flowing from Wang Xiao, he had rushed over.
He knew this was perhaps his only chance in this life to attain Enlightennt.
When other Immortal Kings underwent Enlightennt, they were always protected by Earth Immortals, leaving no opportunity for others to borrow their Technique.
But this Sovereign of Yongchang was the first Loose Cultivator to reach Enlightennt in a thousand years!
SWOOSH!
Yan Thirteen was incredibly fast. Transforming into a streak of light, he crossed the imnse White Jade Steps in the blink of an eye. Sword in hand, he slashed down from the sky at the figure on the White Jade Arena!
CLANG!
The sword light shot out in all directions, unleashing endless torrents of energy that tore open rifts in Space for miles around. The display of power was imnse!
Just as the sword light tore through the sky, about to strike the figure...
SHIMR—
A cascade of moonlight, fluid as water, descended from above.
The moonlight surged, as if it could both illuminate all creation and bury it completely.
In an instant.
It completely blocked Yan Thirteen’s sword light.
A woman wreathed in faint moonlight appeared on the White Jade Steps, like the Nine Heavens Profound Lady herself descending to the mortal world. She stood barring the way for the assembled Immortal Kings.
Shangguan Xiyue gazed at the Immortal Kings, her voice calm.
"If you wish to face my master, you must first get past ."
The Immortal Kings all halted. Sensing the aura of an Immortal King emanating from Shangguan Xiyue, their expressions shifted.
’What is going on?!’
’Is that... the Celestial Destiny Emperor’s Maid?’
’A re Maid has reached the Immortal King Realm?’
’What kind of heaven-defying fortune did that man stumble upon?!’
"Anyone who dares block my path today dies!"
Yan Thirteen roared and, sword in hand, lunged at Shangguan Xiyue with a killing blow.
CLANG!
A massive Sword Aura shot across the sky, churning the void. It whipped up a gale as violent atmospheric pressure, like the sky itself collapsing, bore down on her!
Shangguan Xiyue’s expression remained serene. A Bright Moon rose behind her, its radiance showering down like water.
The blazing Sword Aura collided with the moonlight, creating a terrifying SIZZLING sound.
Unconcerned, Shangguan Xiyue raised a hand and pointed at Yan Thirteen.
VMMMM!
In an instant.
The Bright Moon behind her instantly turned as dark as blood. It was as if it had transford into a graveyard, becoming a Nether Moon.
A faint, ethereal wisp of an aura was suddenly drawn into Shangguan Xiyue’s grasp before she tossed it into the Nether Moon behind her!
The next mont.
Yan Thirteen cried out in alarm, feeling his own aura draining away at a frantic pace.
The True Form of a sharp sword surrounding his body grew dim, as if it might flicker out of existence at any mont.
"This is... a curse!"
Yan Thirteen’s pupils contracted violently.
At that very mont, a beam of moonlight shot out, slicing Yan Thirteen in two at the waist. His blood sprayed across the sky.
The two halves of his body, trailing arcs of blood, tumbled down onto the White Jade Steps.
Seeing this, the other Immortal Kings all stared in utter disbelief.
’What just happened?!’
’They hadn’t even seen the Celestial Destiny Emperor’s face.’
’And one of their own, an Immortal King, had been killed by his Maid in a single exchange?!’
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