The eighty-one swords were of different shapes and forms. They clanged and emitted a dazzling glow of the Grand Dao that shot into the sky. Every single sword contained a different sword intent, comprehension, and emotion. It was as if they were eighty-one completely different life experiences.
The vibrating sounds of the swords represented their powerful wills. The dazzling radiance contained boundless sword energy. The deafening sound of the Nine Heavens Sword Waterfall faintly came from the void. The sword will formed by the resonating sounds was even more powerful than Wuque's Sword Pavilion.
The eighty-one Divine Swords formed a sword array and flew in front of Qin Hao. This was all he had learned from the Academy after coming to the Sword World.
When the swords gathered together, they finally condensed into a huge beam of sword radiance. This sword would be the strongest sword that would decide the life and death between him and Jun Mo.
Lu Shen and Dragon Master's faces changed. They listened to the sound of swordsmanship and felt the boundless sword will that permeated the air. A sense of pride welled up in them. They looked at Wujian, but Wujian's eyes were full of sorrow.
This sword battle had been planned for thousands of years. During this time, the three Divine Lords of the Sword World each defended the Sword Dao of their own world. No one was willing to submit to the other. However, they were also confused. They knew that the Sword Dao of this generation was incomplete, but they couldn't find the perfect point. They could only think of ways for future generations to compete in the Sword Dao and find the final answer.
But now, after witnessing Qin Hao's eighty-one swords and feeling the emotion contained in each sword radiance, the problem that had troubled the three Divine Lords for thousands of years was solved. The answer was clear in their hearts.
Qin Hao was the perfect point that they were looking for. He wasn't Lu Qiu, Long Miao, or Loy.
Qin Hao was the perfect successor to the will of the Divine King.
"It would have been great if he had come to the Sword World a thousand years earlier," Lu Shen lamented.
"A hundred years would have been enough."
Dragon Master's domineering eyes were also filled with regret. If they had instilled the will of the Divine King of the Three Worlds into Qin Hao a hundred years ago, it would have been worth it even if the Sword World was destroyed.
What a pity!
Jun Mo would never give the three Divine Lords such a chance. He couldn't give Qin Hao any chance to step on the Divine King's path.
"Kill!"
Qin Hao's Sword Art Finger Art Translation Art Art Translation. from a distance, it looked like a beam Sword Sword Qi Art Translation for Jun Mo.
Jun Mo was trapped by the Sorrowful Dragon Roar. His mind was in a mess, and the solemn sound of Buddhist scriptures echoed in his mind. It was as if thousands of monks were sitting around him, chanting scriptures. The majestic Buddhist power was crushing him, trying to redeem him.
Godly light erupted from Jun Mo's heart. Through the Godly King Armor, thousands of rays of light shot out. A boundlessly majestic Ancient God was condensed by the rays of light. He stood behind Jun Mo, majestic like a Godly King looking down on everything.
At this moment, the Sorrowful Sound of the Dragon that troubled Jun Mo was relieved, but the danger of the strong Sword Qi came at him. Jun Mo swung the Sky Splitter in his hand, and the Way of the Heavens seemed to be on the verge of being destroyed. The Sky Splitter swept through the Sword Matrix, and the beam of Sword Brilliance that had condensed into a whole collapsed.
Dong!
Terrifying noises that sounded like their hearts had been pierced rang out from everyone's chests. The sword cultivators of the three realms saw that Jun Mo had shattered the sword formation with a single strike of his staff. The eighty-one divine swords flew out in all directions, piercing towards him fiercely from different angles. The world that Jun Mo was in had turned into a sky-covering staff shadow. Clanging sounds of explosions rang out continuously, and every time a sword exploded, it would shatter.
Until the eighty divine swords were completely engulfed by the rod shadows.
"There's still one last sword," someone in the Floating Glass Arena shouted.
Jun Mo broke free from the Sorrowful Dragon Roar and destroyed the eighty swords with one strike of his staff. However, in the end, there was still one sword that he could not block. That sword pierced through the sky-covering staff shadow. It seemed to contain different sword styles, and its attack was unpredictable. Although Jun Mo had noticed it and was able to capture its flight path, he clearly had the ability to block the last sword. However, things did not go as he wished. As a beam of blood-red flame sword light pierced through his head, the last sword pierced through Jun Mo's eye socket and directly pierced through his brain. The noble blood of the Divine King gushed out from the tip of the sword that had emerged from the back of his brain.
"Ah …"
Jun Mo's shrill cry shook the heavens and earth. Qin Hao defended his spirit and restrained the burning of the Precepts of Fire. He struck out with his staff and heavily struck Qin Hao, knocking him down from the sky. The Sky Splitter extended in his hand and struck Qin Hao's body all the way to the Floating Glass Arena.
"It's over." The Academy disciple Wei Zhe closed his eyes in pain.
Chu San had done his best to exert the Divine King's sword power and sword will that the Academy had derived from the Ancient Illusory Realm of the Void to the limit, but he was still no match for Jun Mo.
It was not that his swordsmanship was weak, but the difference in cultivation. He was weaker than his opponent, who had cultivated the Divine Path for twenty thousand years.
Although Qin Hao had lost this battle, it was not considered a defeat.
Although Jun Mo had won, he had actually lost.
Unfortunately, the world only cared about the results. No one cared about the process. A defeat was a defeat. The voices of praise would only sing the praises of the victor.
The battle of the perfect Sky Wheel was finally over.
"No, it's not over yet."
Wuque said. His body rose into the air, his feet stepping on the Sword Lotus of the Great Path. The sword emblem between his eyebrows flashed. Surrounded by endless Sword Qi, he rushed toward Jun Mo high in the sky.
Swoosh!
Another voice sounded from the Academy team. It was Loy.
Swoosh swoosh!
Li Guangsheng and the one-armed Long Miao under the Dragon Master's statue rose into the air at the same time. Together with Wuque and Loy, they formed four divine sword radiances and launched an attack on the Tianzhao Divine Prince.
"Those who stand in my way shall die!"
Jun Mo's eyes had been pierced by the Blood Flame Sword. His face was extremely fearful and ferocious. The Sky Splitter swept out. Before the powerful shadow of the staff wrapped in divine power could hit Wuque and the others, the Divine King's might had already dispersed their sword will.
Pa!
The Sword Lotus of the Great Path under Wuque's feet shattered. The frost on Loy's body dissipated. Li Guangsheng was caught in the dazzling divine light released by Jun Mo. His neck was twisted and his body seemed to be torn apart.
Roar!
Long Miao transformed into his true form to block the staff. He was also the only one who broke free from Jun Mo's might. But almost as soon as Long Miao came into contact with the Sky Splitter, his thousand-foot-long dragon body was directly swept into Floating Glass City. Countless buildings collapsed. In the end, Long Miao spat out blood. His body twitched weakly and he fell into the ruins, never to get up again.
With one strike, Jun Mo easily crushed the strongest swordsman of the Three Realms. They didn't even have the honor of taking Jun Mo's Sky Splitter head-on. Basically, they were already eliminated before they even met.
One could only imagine how terrifying Jun Mo's thirty thousand years of perfect Divine Path strength was!
Among them, only Lu Qiucai was lucky enough to clash with Jun Mo. But at that time, Jun Mo's Heavenly Wheel had not opened and he was completely in his usual state.
Numerous figures from the Academy's team and the Dragon Tribe dashed out crazily towards Wuque and the others who had been scattered.
Jun Mo had a blood-red sword stuck in his head. His body was suspended high in the sky and he didn't even bother to glance at them. In his eyes, Wuque and the others were like useless ants. There was only one figure in his eyes, and that was Qin Hao who had fallen in the Floating Glass Field.
After twenty thousand years, the young man from the Honorable Pill Tribe who had made him suffer greatly once again injured him. And this time, the injury was even more serious, piercing through one of his eyes. If this matter was spread by Tamanagi, he would definitely become the laughing stock of the circle of Divine Princes.
"Go to hell," the Sky Splitter in Jun Mo's hand moved and once again smashed towards the figure who had fallen in the Floating Glass Field.
But at this moment, a small figure came through the air and stood between Jun Mo and Qin Hao. It was a woman. She made a seal with her hands and a dazzling crown flashed out from her body, heading towards the Sky Splitter. The funny thing was that this woman didn't even have a Heavenly Wheel on her. She was only at the Imperial Level.
It was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
"Moon Flowing Crown …" In the Rikujinjie army, next to the young master of the Mu Clan, Mubai, an old man looked at the dazzling crown and lost his mind. But in an instant, he flew up and protected Xiao Han without any regard for his life. The Heavenly Wheel bloomed from the old man's body and one divine pattern after another flashed. There were actually six of them.
Boom!
The mighty Sky Splitter came down and smashed down where Xiao Han was standing. Just when everyone thought she was going to die, a pair of pale hands blocked Jun Mo's crazy attack.
"Your Royal Highness … please have mercy …" Elder Yue's white beard was stained with blood. His palms, which had blocked the Sky Splitter, were cracked and he trembled violently.
Even though he was a 60,000-year Divine Dao cultivator, Elder Yue was still injured by a 30,000-year Perfect Divine Dao cultivator.
"Senior Yue."
Mubai was astonished. This old man was a guest of the Mu Clan and had an unusual status. Why did he intervene?
Did he have a death wish by blocking Jun Mo's attack?
"Who are you?"
Jun Mo bellowed furiously. The old man knew that Jun Mo was a prince, but he still dared to rush out from the crowd. Clearly, he wasn't a sword cultivator.
"I'm … Ascension Stage … Level 97 of the 99th Heaven, a member of the Moonflow clan … This girl is a descendant of the Moonflow clan. Please have mercy on her, Your Royal Highness." Elder Yue tried his best to plead. Blocking the Sky Splitter took a lot out of this 60,000-year Divine Dao cultivator.
"Take her away!" Jun Mo bellowed. The Sky Splitter turned into a streak of light and flew back into his hand.
Seeing this, Elder Yue's forehead was drenched in cold sweat. He didn't dare to linger and dragged Xiao Han away. Xiao Han's face was covered in tears, refusing to leave no matter what. Left with no other choice, Elder Yue knocked Xiao Han out with a palm strike and brought him out of the Floating Glass Dao Arena.
Qin Hao lay on the ground. Watching this, his Adam's apple bobbed. He wanted to say something, but all that came out was blood. The old man knew that Xiao Han was from the Divine Dao clan and had saved her. Qin Hao knew that the old man meant no harm.
"Bastard."
Jun Mo's towering figure slowly floated down from the sky. He stepped onto the Floating Glass Field and walked step by step to Qin Hao's side. He raised his hand and grabbed the Blood Flame Longsword that was stabbed into his eye socket. He pulled it out and punched it into nothingness. When he looked down at Qin Hao, the bloody hole in his left eye was exceptionally terrifying.
"That's enough." A voice rang out from the Floating Glass Hall.
Jun Mo was about to lift Qin Hao up from the ground when he paused and turned to look at the Floating Glass Hall.
Divine Master Wujian slowly rose from his throne, and a faint divine light enveloped his body. Although the light wasn't obvious, it gave off an irresistible aura.
Then, step by step, Seamless walked toward Qin Hao's position.
"If you dare move, I'll destroy your Fen Wei Divinity right away."
Dragon Master saw that Fen Wei was about to move, and his giant dragon head issued a gloomy warning. The words "destroy the Divinity" were like a heavenly screen. Fen Wei's raised foot immediately stopped.
Jun Mo stared at Divine Master Wujian. His left eye that had been pierced by Qin Hao's sword slowly burned with the light of flesh and blood. They looked at each other in silence. Jun Mo sneered and said, "You want to protect him?"
"He's a disciple of the College. Of course, I want to protect him," Divine Master Wujian answered calmly.
Hearing this, Jun Mo's smile grew wider. He looked Divine Master Wujian up and down and said, "Do you know the consequences of doing this?"
"I know. Wasn't it Your Highness who caused the Saint Spirit World to float toward the Sword World?" Divine Master Wujian said calmly.
"You've got guts."
Jun Mo said in a low voice. He took two steps toward Wujian and said, face to face, "I'll kill everyone in your Divinity. Not even a blade of grass will be left."
"Do as you wish, Your Highness." Divine Master Wujian's eyes were firm. He swore!