Chapter 872: Chapter 871: Miracle_1
"Heartless Jade Divine Sword!"
The truly powerful Martial Emperors of the Void Origin Realm inevitably possessed formidable spiritual powers as well. When they were twenty zhang apart, Yellow Jade Sword Emperor’s face viciously contorted, and a small sword that seemed tangible, shot out from his eyes, aiming to slay Shi Xiaole.
In the world of martial arts, if one’s Heart Sword was comparable to one’s own, he couldn’t believe that the opponent’s spiritual power would be just as strong. But before he could take pride in this thought, a crack sound was heard, and the small spiritual sword was shredded by another spiraling spiritual vortex.
"Damn it!"
Yellow Jade Sword Emperor was on the verge of collapse.
At the critical moment, he viciously bit his tongue’s tip, mixing his burning lifeblood with it, and infused it all into the Yellow Jade Sword. Suddenly, a sword qi capable of destroying the heavens and the earth exploded forth.
"Decapitate Jade, Soul Vanish!"
The very moment that sword qi surged, it was struck by the Tiger Abyss Sword.
Clang!
The Tiger Abyss Sword, a grade medium spirit sword, unexpectedly got nicked by this sword qi and was sent flying away.
However, that sword qi was also depleted by twenty percent. Yellow Jade Sword Emperor’s face contorted hideously, blood streaming from his eyes, as he burst into insane laughter and brandished his sword, slicing Shi Xiaole’s protective Vigorous Air into countless segments. As they rubbed against each other, sparks flew like numerous inverted sickles, scattering all over the arena.
At this point, just five zhang separated them and it seemed Shi Xiaole would perish, but his eyes flashed sharply, and the Spring Fury Sword in his hand suddenly accelerated and flew out.
At the same time, the Tiger Abyss Sword, having been knocked away, turned around and stabbed at Yellow Jade Sword Emperor from another angle.
"Controlling Sword with Qi Skill, wielding two swords at the same time?"
Zhan Liye internally screamed, his mind going blank.
"No, not two, but three."
Zhan Renxiong abruptly stood up.
Before he finished moving, two clashing sounds rang out. First, the Spring Fury Sword neutralized thirty percent of the force of the Yellow Jade Sword, and second, the Tiger Abyss Sword struck the flat side of the Yellow Jade Sword, getting deflected again.
But with these two consecutive strikes, the movements of the Yellow Jade Sword Emperor were involuntarily skewed slightly.
That was the moment!
Shi Xiaole became the third sword; Vigorous Air as the sword body, Heart Sword as the sword soul, spiritual power as the sword guide. He thrust the fastest sword strike of his life!
Everyone’s face was filled with deep shock and horror. They would never forget everything that happened today, nor the young man in green who created this miracle, for the rest of their lives.
Whoosh!
A streak of blue light crossed the sky, only stopping ten thousand meters away. Shi Xiaole knelt halfway to the ground, his handsome face pale as both the Spring Fury Sword and Tiger Abyss Sword returned to their sheaths.
After a long, long time, Yellow Jade Sword Emperor slowly turned around, raised his hand, and pointed at Shi Xiaole, "I lost to you. I hope you won’t lose to anyone else!"
"I won’t."
Shi Xiaole’s gaze was steadfast.
To him, to lose was to die, so he didn’t fight for victory but for life itself. Every battle that followed could be his swan song, so he would hold nothing back.
Yellow Jade Sword Emperor smiled, a line of blood appearing on his neck, and in the next moment, he fell straight down, his eyes wide open.
The number one swordsman of Rainbow State had perished.
Hiss...
Those watching the battle from the side of the platform, whether they were Terrestrial Immortals or Martial Emperors of the Void Origin Realm, felt their hearts trembling and their souls violently shaking, so much so that many of them swayed and nearly fell to the ground.
The thing they thought least likely to happen occurred so suddenly that it gave them goosebumps, every pore exploding with shock!
This was reality, yet more dreamlike than any fantasy and a hundred times more thrilling than any storyteller’s tale; they were all witnesses.
Everyone realized that this battle would be forever recorded in history.
And the name Shi Xiaole would replace that of Yellow Jade Sword Emperor, becoming the youngest top swordsman in the history of Rainbow State, not in terms of power, but in talent. Among the countless talented swordsmen, he stood alone, peerless and incomparable!
"Shi Xiaole, just who are you? Who are your parents to give birth to someone like you?"
Zhan Renxiong’s gaze had changed; previously he saw Shi Xiaole as the most valuable junior in the sect to cultivate, but now he was someone who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
There was no need to say he was inferior in strength; Zhan Renxiong was absolutely certain that it wouldn’t be long before Shi Xiaole caught up to him. For others, the Void Origin Realm was an insurmountable chasm, but for Shi Xiaole, it was just a necessary process.
If there was one person in this world who was a hundred percent certain to advance to the Void Origin Realm, it had to be Shi Xiaole, and only Shi Xiaole.
"Senior Sister, do you think there’s anyone in the world who deserves him?"
Qu Ni asked with a trembling voice.
Pei Qiuyan unconsciously said, "I don’t know. If we must evaluate based on talent, I think it would be very, very difficult."
Heavenly Talent was the phrase that appeared in Pei Qiuyan’s mind. Her tear-filled eyes lingered on the young swordsmen in green, reminiscent of a banished immortal, unable to look away for a long time.
Not far from the two women, Duan Changge’s mouth hung so wide it could fit a duck egg, every muscle in his face twitching uncontrollably, causing his whole visage to deform grotesquely, yet he was oblivious.
The only thought in his mind was that Yellow Jade Sword Emperor was dead, and Shi Xiaole won.
How could such a thing happen? How did it happen?
Thud.
Duan Changge slumped to the ground, realizing he would never avenge his brother in this lifetime; he would have to act humbly from now on. Wait, his loud shouting from before hadn’t already drawn Shi Xiaole’s intention to kill, had it?
No rush, he was a slave of Wuyuan Palace; Xiao Le wouldn’t dare to make a move against Wuyuan Palace!
Duan Changge felt an odd sense of relief.
Even the old man from Wuyuan Palace was stunned by Shi Xiaole’s performance. After a long time, he looked toward the depths of Wuyuan Palace, reigned in his excitement, and personally stepped forward to hand Shi Xiaole three elixirs.
"Young Hero Shi, these are healing holy medicines that can help you recover quickly. Please."
"Thank you."
After taking the elixir, Shi Xiaole returned to his seat.
"Currently, the final victors of the other three arenas have yet to be determined. Young Hero Shi, please take this time to recover quickly, and when the time comes, this old man will inform you,"
Having finished speaking, the elder from Wuyuan Palace suddenly clapped his hands toward the distance.
Dang Dang Dang.
The grand bell resounded throughout Wuyuan Palace.
All the remaining slaves of the other three major arenas, as well as the experts who had stayed behind to watch the battles, involuntarily looked towards the east.
"The duel in the eastern arena has ended,"
squinted the elder from Wuyuan Palace at the southern arena.
Upon hearing this, the crowd at the southern arena exchanged glances.
"What do you think, who is that victor?"
"Hard to say. The Asura Martial Emperor and the Yellow Jade Sword Emperor are not here, and neither are the Iron Heart Emperor or Miao Haihuang. Any one of them could be possible,"
"And what about our side?"
A single sentence brought everyone’s attention back to the present scene.
In the arena stood two people. One was a young swordsman whose whole body exuded an air of sorrow so profound it seemed to make heaven and earth mourn with him; he was none other than the Great Sorrow Knife Emperor, one of the three great leaders.
In the previous battle, the Great Sorrow Knife Emperor’s performance surpassed everyone’s imagination. He had successfully slain the Purple Wind Martial Emperor.
Although the Purple Wind Martial Emperor was not as powerful as the Asura Martial Emperor or the Yellow Jade Sword Emperor, he had been an emperor for over a thousand years and was a Void Origin Realm Martial Emperor not to be underestimated.
Yet, the Great Sorrow Knife Emperor, not even a hundred years old, managed to kill his rival within the same realm, a talent among the younger generation ranking him surely within the top four.
The reason it is the top four is because of his opponent.
Dressed in unstained white, his long sword without a trace of blood.
Before the duel, no one knew who this Sword Emperor, even younger than the Great Sorrow Knife Emperor, was, but now, the name Zhang Xiangfeng has become a symbol deeply etched in the hearts of all.
"You are the most talented swordsman I’ve ever seen, perhaps the most talented opponent as well. Given time, you will surely be able to defeat the Yellow Jade Sword Emperor,"
Great Sorrow Knife Emperor said, looking at Zhang Xiangfeng with a solemn gaze and an indescribable admiration.
In his eyes, this young man who emerged out of nowhere was even more fearsome than the Iron Heart Emperor, far more so. At least with the Iron Heart Emperor, he knew what to expect, but his current opponent, it seemed, had yet to display his true capabilities, and even so, he had killed a Void Origin Realm Martial Emperor.
"The most talented?"
Zhang Xiangfeng laughed and shook his head, saying, "Before I find a certain answer, I cannot afford to lose, so you should concede. I don’t want to kill you; you ought to have a better future."
The Great Sorrow Knife Emperor rarely smiled, "You are perhaps too confident."
The long sword left its scabbard, and Zhang Xiangfeng’s strike transformed into three dragons that enveloped half the sky, accompanied by a booming rumble, cracks appearing in the void.
"Moderate fissures!"
Around them, gasps could be heard.
"Great Sorrow Slash!"
The Great Sorrow Knife Emperor’s pupils contracted as he suddenly drew his sword and struck, but his body, under the onslaught of the Sword Qi, was forced back until he hit the edge of the arena, whereupon he spat out a mouthful of blood and looked up blankly.
Any Void Origin Realm Martial Emperor could create mild fissures, but to generate moderate fissures meant they were a first-class presence among their peers in the Void Origin Realm.
Of course, moderate fissures varied in severity, and the moderate fissure created by Zhang Xiangfeng was perhaps the lowest grade, but even the least was still a moderate fissure.
The Great Sorrow Knife Emperor realized that unless his strength surged by twenty percent, he could not hope to achieve such a feat. And in the realm of a Void Origin Realm Martial Emperor, a twenty percent increase in strength was an enormous chasm.
Even with his talent, it would take decades at the least to bridge that gap, unless he had a flash of enlightenment or stumbled upon an immense opportunity.
"Elder, that was my sneak attack. The opponent has not yet chosen to fight or surrender; it doesn’t count as a battle, right?"
Zhang Xiangfeng looked towards the elder from Wuyuan Palace.
The latter’s expression changed several times before he snorted, "If you dare to do this again, I will surely kill you."
Zhang Xiangfeng then glanced back at the Great Sorrow Knife Emperor.
The latter knew what he meant; he felt somewhat angry yet couldn’t help being moved as well.
"You take care."
In a long sigh facing the sky, the Great Sorrow Knife Emperor voluntarily walked towards the slave area, causing a stir among onlookers.
To die, one must die meaningfully. Knowing he had no chance but seeking death anyway was the behavior of a fool. For the Great Sorrow Knife Emperor, all prisons were experiences, only serving to make him stronger.
Furthermore, although he lagged behind Zhang Xiangfeng by several decades, that was under normal circumstances.
The progress of a Void Origin Realm Martial Emperor could be swift or slow. Perhaps by understanding a single lethal move, he could surpass his opponent by a hundred years, or it would be perfectly normal for the other to stagnate for centuries.
"Senior Brother Zhang indeed possesses unmatched talent,"
Bai Ruiting smiled faintly, standing beside her were Zhang Xiaoting, An Rumei, and other equally astonished women.
"I wonder how the other Senior Sisters are doing,"
As the duel at the southern arena concluded, An Rumei couldn’t help but think of Pei Qiuyan and others, as well as that Shi Xiaole.
"Don’t worry, Senior Sister An, they shouldn’t be reckless,"
asserted Bai Ruiting confidently.
Being enslaved was nothing to be happy about, but if they could be with many Senior Sisters and Brother Shi, it didn’t matter where they were.
"What a Zhang Xiangfeng, another man of destiny! Currently, I am too many years behind you. Once I get out, there will come a day when I will drain your blood,"
in the slave area, the sinister young man Fu Shuijing revealed a wide grin, showing no concern for becoming a slave.
