"Qingqiu won, Qingqiu is now third!"
"I never expected Qingqiu to have such a prodigy. With Ren Yue having the Heavenly Phoenix Holy Body, that’s one thing, but who could have thought that Long Fei reached the pinnacle of Supre Eightfold and directly killed the Ten Thousand Sword Sacred Body in a fight!"
"A Supre Body at the pinnacle of Supre Sixfold can kill a Supre Eightfold Ten Thousand Sword Sacred Body. I now admit, within the Hongng World, the Supre Body is indeed the strongest!"
"That’s right, the Supre Body is the strongest. It ranks first!"
...
The crowd was now in an uproar, announcing the result. Qingqiu is now third. This fight has elevated Qingqiu from the bottom right to third place. What progress is that?
From this day forward.
No one will dare to underestimate Qingqiu anymore.
"Tianyang Daoist, you preside the session!"
In the void, an old patriarch of Dao Dao Sect, blowing his beard and glaring, spoke with anger. These patriarchs were furious, for Ren Changsheng did not regard them at all.
This was truly too arrogant.
To continue presiding might provoke Ren Changsheng to say sothing that could infuriate them to death.
"Yes, patriarch!"
Tianyang Daoist smiled bitterly. He was just a tool-person, hosted as instructed by the patriarchs, walking when they told him to. At this mont, he dared not utter a single word.
In the heart of Tianyang Daoist.
There was so admiration for Ren Changsheng, who dared to rebuke the patriarchs.
Across the entire wilderness world.
Ren Changsheng was the first.
"Qingqiu, our Sword Sect will not let this rest!"
Thunder Sword Ancestor’s angry voice echoed. Though the results had been declared, and they were powerless, taking action now would undoubtedly attract the attention of other forces.
The Gate of Control wasn’t exclusively Sword Sect’s Gate of Control.
If it were the Gate of Control for the entire Hongng World, activating such a gate on this arena, regardless of life or death, would be unforgivable. What he said earlier was already an affront to the dignity of control.
Because these rules.
Were set by the supre control.
Today.
If he took action, the supre control might well intervene and eradicate him. The dignity of control allows no provocation, even if he is a patriarch-level expert.
In the eyes of control.
Patriarch-level experts.
Are just like ants with no distinction.
"Qingqiu is third now, this fight was truly spectacular! The Ten Thousand Sword Sacred Body has fallen, hahaha... look at Qingqiu’s old ancestor’s face, it looks worse than if he’d swallowed a fly!"
"I could die laughing, initially they thought of handing over the Control Divine Artifact to aid the Ten Thousand Sword Sacred Body, yet their own Sacred Body died!"
"In the face of absolute power, any trickery becos futile!"
...
The crowd was in a commotion, Sword Sect disciples’ faces were extrely unpleasant, especially Thunder Sword Ancestor’s expression, which was terrifyingly dark. But, for a mont, he seed to recall sothing, his eyes focused on the square.
The Ten Thousand Sword Sacred Body was dead.
Now, it had died right in front of Long Fei.
And on the square.
After killing the Ten Thousand Sword Sacred Body, Long Fei did not stop; regarding Thunder Sword Ancestor’s actions? Long Fei couldn’t care less—didn’t he see Ren Changsheng was there too, Thunder Sword Ancestor attacking wouldn’t go unnoticed by Ren Changsheng.
Moreover, there were Qingqiu’s experts.
Furthermore.
Experts from other forces wouldn’t just watch idly.
Striking upon the Gate of Control is a provocation to control; other ancestor-level experts from other forces would intervene, unless, Thunder Sword Ancestor simply sought death.
Long Fei at this mont.
Was collecting his spoils.
On the Ten Thousand Sword Sacred Body, there was nothing else of interest, but there was one thing Long Fei liked, and that was the Control Divine Sword; since the Ten Thousand Sword Sacred Body was dead, the Control Divine Sword naturally belonged to Long Fei now.
"Qingqiu, won’t you return my Control Divine Artifact?"
Thunder Sword Ancestor said coldly.
Watching as Long Fei put away that Control Divine Artifact, his eyes were ice cold—the Divine Artifact was bestowed to him by Sword Sect control, refined by him over countless years, and he had mastered four-tenths of its power.
How could it possibly be given to Qingqiu?
"Oh, what did you just say?"
Long Fei pocketed the Control Divine Artifact and ca directly beside Ren Changsheng. Instead of keeping the Control Divine Artifact himself, he handed it to Ren Changsheng—Long Fei knew well that Thunder Sword Ancestor had already refined it.
Holding onto it couldn’t make him refine it.
But giving it to Ren Changsheng was different; Ren Changsheng could erase Thunder Sword Ancestor’s mark on it, and then this Control Divine Artifact would belong to Ren Changsheng.
"Hand over our Qingqiu’s Control Divine Artifact!"
Thunder Sword Ancestor suppressed his anger, longing to slap Long Fei to death, but he dared not—Long Fei before him was at the pinnacle of Supre Eightfold, and he was also a disciple of the Gate of Control.
If he truly went up and killed Long Fei.
He’d be dead too.
"Oh, what Control Divine Artifact, I didn’t see it!"
Long Fei completely ignored Thunder Sword Ancestor, digging his ear in a roguish manner while Ren Changsheng, smiling ear-to-ear, took over the Control Divine Artifact. This Long Fei was quite impressive.
The Ten Thousand Sword Sacred Body was dead.
And now Thunder Sword Ancestor still yearns for the Control Divine Artifact?
How shaless.
"That Control Divine Sword was crafted by Sword Sect control, refined by this old man for countless years, already fused with my soul—holding onto it without the ability to refine, hand over the Control Divine Artifact!"
Thunder Sword Ancestor said furiously.
"Can’t refine it?"
At this mont, Ren Changsheng’s lips curled up.
And other forces were watching the spectacle, noting that Thunder Sword Ancestor shalessly handed over the Control Divine Artifact to aid Ten Thousand Sword Sacred Body, and now wanted it back, surely not so easy.
But, to be fair.
Thunder Sword Ancestor wasn’t wrong; even holding this Control Divine Artifact, Qingqiu would have no use unless Qingqiu’s control intervenes—otherwise, nobody could refine it.
Unless Thunder Sword Ancestor personally severed his ties to the Artifact.
But that’s impossible.
"Hmph!"
But just when everyone thought Long Fei was toying and would hand over the Control Divine Artifact, Thunder Sword Ancestor in the void suddenly groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
His eyes.
Full of disbelief.
"How could this be? Impossible. How could you forcibly erase my ancestral mark on the Control Divine Artifact? Impossible, utterly impossible—even those at the peak of patriarch power couldn’t achieve it; how could you possibly succeed?"
"Impossible!"
Thunder Sword Ancestor said furiously, his eyes brimming with incredulity.
At this mont.
He realized his connection with the Control Divine Artifact was utterly severed.
The Control Divine Artifact.
Had changed hands!
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