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Wuque Draws His Sword
The Yao God had been defeated, the Eight Tribes had been defeated, and the swordsmen of Avici had also been defeated.
Huang Dao stood alone on Tiantai, suppressing the swordsmen of the Three Realms. His arrogance was undefeatable.
The previous defeats had shown Huang Dao's edge, and the Dragon Prince's defeat had completely awakened the swordsmen of the Three Realms.
Everyone realized that Huang Dao was no ordinary person. Rather than calling him God Lord Fenwei's disciple, it was more accurate to call him a personal disciple, or even a designated successor.
A God Lord might have a few personal disciples, but there was only one successor. This was enough to imagine that Huang Dao's talent and strength were on par with Lu Qiu and Long Miao. In terms of status and identity, he was on par with Lu Qiu and Long Miao.
There was only one person like him in each realm. Thus, it was no surprise that he had crushed the Three Realms Sword World and defeated Prince Long Yu.
If that was the case, then it would be extremely difficult to find someone who could match him. If there was, it could only be Rikujinjie's number one swordsman, Lu Qiu, or Dragon Master's favorite prince, Long Miao, or the rumored princess of the Avici Realm, Loy.
But if the three God Lords sent out their favorite successors, then the outcome of the sword battle would be prematurely decided. It would be fine if they won, but what if they lost?
Lu Qiu, Long Miao, and Loy were their trump cards. These three basically decided who would unify the Sword World. If they lost to Huang Dao, they would lose the right to participate in the sword battle. At the same time, they would lose the right to inherit the title of Sword God King. The consequences were too severe.
"Is there no one left in the Three Realms who can fight?" Huang Dao waited for a long time, but no one came up. He couldn't help but mock.
"Father, your son requests to fight." Sixth Prince Long Miao stepped out from under Dragon Master's statue and looked up at Dragon Master, who was sitting in the Floating Glass Palace.
The Dragon Clan could lose, the True Dragon Howl could lose, but the dignity of the Dragon Race could not be trampled on. Long Miao had heard God Lord Fenwei's words just now.
Dragon Master met Dragon Master's disdainful gaze and hesitated. The Sixth Prince was his trump card to win the sword battle. He was considering whether he should let him fight against Huang Dao.
Long Mei said via voice transmission while a wisp of icy coldness emanated from the depths of his eyes.
Seeing this, Long Ao knew that he could not persuade him otherwise. He nodded and said, "Go ahead."
As his father, he was very clear about his sixth brother's talent and strength. If even Long Mian lost, Lu Qiu wouldn't be able to gain an advantage against Huang Dao. Since that was the case, they might as well give it their all. If they couldn't even take care of Huang Dao, they wouldn't be happy even if they unified the Sword World.
"Thank you, father."
Long Miao turned around and slowly raised his head to look at Tiantai. He bent his knees slightly and a resplendent dragon shadow rose from the ground. It stood in the air and slowly landed in front of Huang Dao.
Huang Dao still had a smile on his face. Another Dragon Prince had come. However, this Dragon Master's son was definitely stronger than the one who had just been defeated. Huang Dao was very clear about this. Otherwise, Long Mian wouldn't have gone up to the stage to humiliate himself.
However, Huang Dao still wasn't afraid. Through his battle with Long Yu, he had roughly figured out some things and made some assessments. No matter how strong Long Mian was, he wouldn't be stronger than the limit of Huang Dao's divine power. Therefore, he wasn't worried.
On the Floating Glass Platform, Long Mian didn't speak. He just looked coldly at his opponent. Huang Dao didn't speak either and was still smiling.
However, the atmosphere in the arena was exceptionally solemn and oppressive. Countless people below were watching. Dragon Master had actually sent Long Mian. The following battle would definitely be an intense one. It would represent the pinnacle of this generation of Sword World.
If even Long Mian was defeated, it would be extremely bad.
"Since that's the case, Tianshang, go up and experience the strength of Sword World."
Beside God Lord Fenwei, on a divine throne next to Tamanagi, God Lord Tianyin of the Yun Ze Divine Realm, waved his hand behind him.
"Yes, Master."
A youth stepped forward, flying into the air from the Floating Glass Palace. His feet landed firmly on one of the rooftops as he shouted towards the people below, "I, Tianshang of the Yun Ze Divine Realm, challenge the sword cultivators of the Three Realms. I don't care about the quality of my celestial wheels or Divine Runes. I refuse no one.
"Another one."
"This is going too far."
"What are these fellows trying to do?"
The Rikujinjie Eight, the True Dragon Realm's Beast Army, the Seamless Realm's Academy … The various Yao Patriarchs, God Generals, and Elders of the Academy all clenched their fists in anger.
Today was the first ancient sword battle in the history of the Three Realms. It was sacred and solemn. Not only did these outsiders not respect it, they even sent their disciples to repeatedly injure and cripple the sword cultivators of the Three Realms.
Huang Dao was already hard enough to deal with, but now there was Tianshang, the disciple of God Lord Tianyin of the Yun Ze Divine Realm.
Tianshang's expression and the confidence in his eyes made it clear that he was the same type of person as Huang Dao.
How would the Sword Realm deal with this person?
"I can't take it anymore. Don't hold me back." By Daisukong's side, Si Huan was glaring and baring his teeth, looking as though he wanted to fight.
"Go, my good grandson," Daisukong said.
Thump!
Si Huan retracted his leg, then stared at Daisukong in disbelief. This old man wanted him to throw his life away?
Was he really not going to stop him?
Just once would be enough.
"To fight for the Seamless Realm … even death is glorious."
Daisukong's dignified face stared down at Si Huan, his towering figure looming over him. The Western Capital's Little Overlord had never felt that his grandfather was so imposing before.
"Disciple of the Eastern Immortal Heaven seeks your guidance." A beam of sword light pierced through the air. As the sword-light flew out, the temperature of the surrounding space dropped.
Heavenly Calamity coldly laughed. He casually waved his hand in the direction of the Eastern Immortal Heavenly Immortal Sect. A beam of divine light shot out, colliding with the sword light midway as blood splattered through the air. That disciple of the Eastern Immortal Heavenly Immortal Sect was directly knocked unconscious, her beautiful face pale.
"Damn it." Loy gritted her teeth.
At this moment, a beam of sword light also flew out from Rikujinjie. This beam of sword light contained an extremely powerful aura and was extremely strange. When it flew out, there was no trace of it at all, as though it had vanished into thin air. This was none other than the son of the governor of the Cruel Deity Council.
"Insignificant tricks."
Tianshang took a step forward, stomping his foot on the platform. His action was like he was crushing a bug. At this moment, a beam of divine light shot down from the sky, forming a terrifying footprint that stomped down. A terrifying sound wave erupted in the air as the sound of clothes being torn apart could be heard. A frail looking figure fell weakly to the ground. His entire body was covered in shattered halos and his hair was disheveled.
"Roar!"
A burly man with the head of a tiger soared into the sky from the beast army. He held two swords in his hands, each of which was the size of a grown man. He swung them like two axes, and they swept out with a domineering force.
Heavenly Slayer hooked his finger downwards, and a transparent arrow condensed from sound waves flew out with an ear-piercing tearing sound. The Tiger Dragon man ignored the attack and swung his two swords with a roar. In the end, he was pierced by the arrow, and his sword shattered as he fell back into the beast army.
Swish, swish, swish, swish!
Countless dazzling beams of sword light shot into the sky, coming from different formations. They flew from the statues of God Lu, Dragon King, and God Lord Avici towards the platform. The Floating Glass Field was filled with sword cultivators. They were like moths to a flame. They knew that the platform above them was a sea of flames, but they didn't hesitate to charge forward.
At this moment, the sword cultivators of the Three Realms were no longer separated. They only had one goal, and that was to defeat the enemy of Sword World, Tianshang.
This scene shocked the elders of the Three Realms below the statues and made them feel sad.
The three Divine Lords sitting in the Floating Glass Palace were also affected. They watched as one figure after another fell, but more sword cultivators rushed towards the platform. These people seemed to be one entity, with only one will. This scene allowed God Lu and the others to see the future of Sword World.
Other than deciding who the Divine King's Will belonged to, this sword battle was also to reunite the sword cultivators of the Three Realms.
Hum.
A sacred guqin appeared on the rooftop. Tian Shang looked at the countless sword cultivators. No matter how strong his divine power and heavenly wheel were, he couldn't help but feel his scalp go numb. If the three great sword realms were to play with him like this, he definitely wouldn't be able to handle it.
Tianshang sat on the ground and placed his ten fingers on the guqin. Waves of music swept out, and the platform was enveloped by the powerful music. It turned into an absolute music field. All the sword cultivators of the Three Realms who entered the guqin's waves lost their minds. Some couldn't control themselves, as if their souls were being controlled by the music. They wanted to attack the people around them.
"The music is demonic. Everyone, retreat!" a commander of the Eight shouted.
But it was already too late. Many sword cultivators of the Three Realms were swept into the music and were controlled by Tianshang. They began to control their souls to attack the people of the Three Realms. Looking down from the platform, there was a bloody mist below. There were even sword cultivators who had been killed and died.
"Bastard." Loy's body grew colder and colder. She wanted to charge into the music and throw Tianshang down personally.
Li Guangsheng grabbed Loy's arm tightly and shook his head at her. "Junior Sister, you bear the responsibility of the Seamless World. You can't fail. I'll go."
If they didn't defeat Tianshang, the sword cultivators of the Three Realms trapped in the music would be miserable.
Swoosh!
At that moment, a sharp golden sword shadow flew into the sky before Li Guangsheng. Along the way, layers of lotus petals wrapped around the golden sword shadow, turning it into a huge golden cocoon. It crashed into the music field that enveloped the sky.
"Wuque!"
Li Guangsheng shouted. Instantly, his expression changed. Wuque had just become a god. No matter how talented he was, how could he be a match for Tianshang of the Cloudpool Divine Realm?
"Let him go."
Sword God Severing Love said with a cold face. He was also angry. He wasn't angry at Wuque, but at the people of the Cloudpool Divine Realm. What they were doing was no different from slaughtering the sword cultivators of the Three Realms.
Jun Mo and Tamanagi were sitting on the platform, and there were two Dao Protector Divine Lords holding the line. The six elders couldn't do anything. They needed someone to break the stalemate. Wuque's sword intent was pure, firm, and sharp. It was perfect.
"Aren't you afraid that Wuque will be in danger?" Sword Lord Gu asked.
"Then I'll be shameless today." Sword God Severing Love stomped his foot on the ground, ready to attack at any moment.
Swoosh!
The huge golden sword cocoon flew away with a dazzling radiance. It was like a golden meteor smashing into the sound waves that filled the sky. The sound waves were like the sharpest threads in the world, constantly cutting the golden sword cocoon. The broken lotus petals began to fall off rapidly. Along the way, they became smaller and smaller, but the speed of the sword cocoon did not decrease.
"Hmm?"
Tian Slaying noticed that the ball of golden light had broken through his Guqin Dao range and was heading straight for him.
He plucked the string fifty times, and the sound coming out of the guqin suddenly changed. A heavy sound wave burst out like a huge wave, fiercely bombarding the incoming golden light.
Bang!
The golden sword cocoon shattered and the sky was filled with shattered flower petals. However, the beam of sword light within the cocoon pierced through the sound wave. It followed the ground of the rooftop and nailed itself in front of Heavenly Slayer.
Heavenly Slayer slammed his palm forward, and an intense explosion rocked the area. The golden sword light was forced back, but the sword also pierced Heavenly Slayer's palm until it hurt. Faint traces of blood seeped out. His seated body and the divine guqin under him slid backward crazily, and the sound of the guqin was suddenly cut off.
"Disciple of the Seamless Academy, Shou Wuque. I'm the loser."
A figure stood firmly on the platform. The sword in Wuque's hand emitted a strong golden light. He pointed at Tianshang of the Cloudpool Divine Realm.