mtl008 Chapter 1998
Chapter 1998
The True Immortal Elders were all people with extraordinary vision. Looking at the situation on the void arena, they already understood that if Tianyi and the others had no stronger trump cards, the outcome of this battle was probably already decided.
Even the True Immortal Elders made this judgment, so the Holy Sons and Core Disciples, whose realms were even lower, were so shocked that their mouths were agape, almost big enough to fit an elephant.
Can a cultivator at the Void Reversal Realm unleash combat power comparable to a True Immortal?
Nine of these legendary geniuses have appeared at once. What's even more remarkable is that they can witness this epic battle up close and personally experience the earth-shaking pressure.
However, with their limited perspective, they can only understand a fraction of the surface. Only a handful of people can grasp the deeper levels of the battle of strength and the clash of Daoist principles.
Compared to the shock of the crowd, the expressions of the eight Holy Lords and God Kings present were truly fascinating.
The five Holy Lords, Yaoguang, Daoyi, Tianxuan, Yaochi, and Jiuyou, watched the stalemate on the void arena with furrowed brows and shook their heads slightly, their eyes filled with solemnity.
"Ahahahaha!!!"
A hearty laugh suddenly echoed through the void; it was none other than Jue Wuqing.
He was definitely a man of strong emotions. Upon seeing this scene, he immediately looked at Yao Guang and the others, whose faces were as black as the bottom of a pot. If he didn't need to maintain the dignity of the Immortal King, he probably would have already jumped up and started mocking them.
Even with deliberate restraint, he could barely suppress the smile on his lips as he looked down at the five Holy Lords, his eyes indifferent yet unable to conceal his smugness.
"Yaoguang, Tianxuan, Daoyi, have you all seen this clearly? So what if you resort to underhanded tactics, schemes, and exploit loopholes in the rules? I gave you a chance, but you were useless! — Huh???"
The composed demeanor he had just carefully maintained crumbled completely in an instant. "Hahaha... I'm dying of laughter! Hahahaha! Oh my god, I'm laughing so hard I'm crying!"
The merciless laughter was both satisfying and exhilarating, reverberating throughout the void and clearly reaching everyone's ears.
It's common for peers to be verbally mocked after a defeat in a competition. Although Yao Guang and the others looked grim, they knew there was still room for redemption, so they could barely tolerate it.
But when that laughter traveled through the void to the Sword Debate Platform atop the mountains, reaching the ears of the eight holy sons—Xuan Yi, Tian Mang, Han Jiuling, and others—it took on a completely different meaning.
The laughter was like countless sharp knives, stabbing them into their hearts again and again, or like someone grabbing their chins and forcing them to drink the bitterest soup in the world. The bitterness and humiliation were intertwined, almost devouring their reason.
Humiliation, anger, resentment, madness... a complex mix of emotions swirled and surged in the eyes of the eight people.
They knew better than anyone that if they were to lose this battle in such a humiliating manner, their path to the Great Dao would be difficult to perfect, and an indelible rift would be permanently left in their hearts.
It was only because Chen Xuan was on the same level as them that even if the opponent showed stronger strength, it was only slightly stronger, not completely crushed.
The frustration of losing because you can't afford to exhaust yourself is far more likely to breed inner demons than a crushing defeat.
Xuan Yi gave Chen Xuan a deep look, a sudden surge of frenzied fighting spirit erupting in his eyes. He immediately transmitted his voice to the other seven, his tone filled with a do-or-die determination:
"In this battle, we have been driven to the brink of destruction! If we cannot win, we will have no chance of becoming immortals in the future, let alone True Immortals, Immortal Kings, or even the Dao Integration Realm!"
Recalling when Han Jiuling first entered the arena, his eyes were full of contempt and disdain when he looked at Chen Xuan, but now, upon hearing Xuan Yi's telepathic message, he did not hesitate at all. He clasped his hands together and then let out a low roar.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh ——"
In an instant, a cloud of snow mist erupted from his 180-foot-tall divine and demonic body, its chilling aura almost freezing the void.
Upon seeing this, Lu Jinxiao, Tianxuan Saint Son, Tianyi, Tianmang and others instantly formed intricate hand seals. Some of them forced out their own essence blood to draw totems that glowed with an eerie red light in front of them.
In an instant, all seven holy sons remained silent and simultaneously unleashed multiple forbidden techniques.
A soaring crimson light stained half the void, and waves of ferocious and chilling killing intent swept across the heavens and earth, even causing the surrounding air currents to become stagnant and terrifying.
They all activated multiple forbidden techniques, which are usually only used when faced with a desperate situation or a certain death. Once used, it is equivalent to fighting to the death.
Those watching from the outside were all shocked and gasped in astonishment.
However, while the seven holy sons were all activating forbidden techniques at all costs, there was one person in the arena who remained motionless – the only female holy son, Xia Jiuyou.
She held swords in both hands, her ethereal feathered robes fluttering in the wind. Her cool eyes swept over the fiercely fighting crowd, but she had unspeakable suffering in her heart.
In today's decisive battle, she cannot use forbidden techniques because her primordial spirit is incomplete. If she were to use her true trump cards, she would be constantly constrained when facing the shackles on her cultivation path in the future.
"Chen Xuan, I never imagined you could force those seven to this point." Xia Jiuyou, wielding two swords, spoke in a clear, cold voice that pierced through the clamor of battle, reaching Chen Xuan's ears distinctly. "In that case, I will be the first to fight you!"
At this moment, the other seven people were still fully activating their forbidden techniques, but Xia Jiuyou, who had not yet used any forbidden techniques, had already transformed into a streak of light, wielding his sword and attacking Chen Xuan.
Her slender figure appeared like a tiny ant before the 160-foot-tall giant of gods and demons. At first glance, her actions seemed like a moth drawn to a flame, courting death.
Seeing this, Qiu Zixian, who was watching the battle, felt a sudden tightness in her heart. As if she had thought of something, she immediately sent a telepathic warning: "Chen Xuan, be careful of her twin swords!"
Chen Xuan's six eyes on his three heads were fixed on the incoming beam of light. Hearing Qiu Zixian's reminder, he nodded slightly, then spoke. Though his voice was low, it resounded like thunder on the arena:
"Just now you defeated Zi Xian with your twin swords. You must have relied on a special sword technique, right? I want to see what kind of power this sword technique has that gives you the courage and confidence to face me alone."
Even though his opponent was only Xia Jiuyou, Chen Xuan did not underestimate him in the slightest – a lion uses its full strength even when hunting a rabbit, which is his consistent principle.
Before he finished speaking, the two enormous Beiming swords in his hands suddenly emitted a piercing sword cry, and the cold light on the blades surged. Then, they slashed out horizontally to the left and right, with the power to tear through the void, heading towards Xia Jiuyou.
"Chen Xuan, you are very strong, even beyond my expectations." Facing the two giant swords slashing towards him, Xia Jiuyou seemed unfazed, continuing to speak calmly yet with a hint of determination.
"However, this battle is not only your battle to make a name for yourself, but also my battle, Xia Jiuyou, to prove myself!"
Han Jiuling, Xuan Yi, and the others, who were fully unleashing the sixth level of forbidden techniques at the rear, couldn't help but frown when they saw Xia Jiuyou's actions.
"Junior Sister Jiuyou, retreat immediately! Chen Xuan cannot be confronted alone!" Xuan Yi hurriedly transmitted his voice to dissuade him, his tone tinged with urgency.
"Xia Jiuyou, if you are defeated now, how will you explain to the Holy Land in the future?" Tianmang couldn't help but speak up, his tone full of incomprehension and dissatisfaction.
"Hmph, we have all used forbidden techniques to fight to the death. It's one thing for her to be unwilling to make up her mind, but now she's adding to the chaos! If she is defeated, what good will she be except to damage our morale?" Han Jiuling was already holding back his anger, and seeing Xia Jiuyou like this, he couldn't help but snort coldly, his tone full of sarcasm.