"At the brink of death, you can still crack a smile, Shi Wuyou, I’ve co to admire you. In your next life, rember to choose a good family, for so destinies are too much for you to bear."
A Blade Slave Sect expert said with a face full of mockery.
The world speaks of those whom the Heavens envy, and to him, Shi Wuyou was one such person, destined not to live long, just like his deadbeat father.
Without further delay, he leaped into the air, and his blade’s light was formless and traceless, almost instantaneously slashing towards Shi Wuyou’s face. Even the Great Battles Emperor might not be able to handle it easily.
The other five also unleashed their killer moves, attacking Shi Wuyou from different directions. The earth cracked open, and the violent Vigorous Air surged, turning a radius of ten thousand miles into a barren wasteland.
Today, right outside East Victory City, they intended to kill the number one talent of the East Victory world and utterly exterminate the Shishi Clan!
"Brother Wuyou!"
In the distance, a beauty as gorgeous as a celestial scread. Her sword swung faster and faster, but she couldn’t shake off her surrounding opponents, and her eyes imdiately blurred with tears.
She was Zhang ngyun, ranked third among her generation’s prodigies, the daughter of Zhang Xiangfeng.
Elsewhere, several young n and won were also letting out angry howls and wails of grief.
Although Shi Wuyou rarely played with them from childhood, who didn’t know that it wasn’t because he disdained them, but rather because the burden on his shoulders was too heavy. He, bathed in a halo of glory, was in fact the most pitiable person among the younger generation of Nine Heavens Mountain.
"I, Shi Wuyou, can die, but I absolutely will not die at the hands of you people, otherwise, how could I face my grandfather, my father!"
As death seed imminent, a layer of Sword Qi barrier, almost imperceptible, blocked the mighty blows of the six top-tier giants, as if ti itself had frozen for a mont.
Inside the Sword Qi barrier, Shi Wuyou in blood-stained white seed untouched by filth. His black hair floated slightly, further highlighting that peerless handso face, like an exiled immortal, exuding a temperant that was hard to put into words.
At this mont, the swords carried by all swordsn around started to hum involuntarily, as if subjects were greeting their sovereign.
As Shi Wuyou casually waved his hand, endless Sword Qi burst forth, more furious than a violent storm, effortlessly turning the six top-tier giants into sieves.
Unlike Shi Xiaole, Shi Wuyou, after studying various sword techniques, mainly cultivated the "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect."
Before this mont, he was only a step away from perfection. The insights realized during that instant of life-and-death crisis finally allowed Shi Wuyou to grasp the ultimate mysteries of the sword technique.
Now, Shi Wuyou, not considering Supre Lords, had strength second only to a few, such as Wang Xi, the twins of South Sea, and Zhang Xiangfeng. And he wasn’t even sixty, his peerless elegance shocking the heavens!
With a thought, Shi Wuyou’s fingers shaped like a sword, and a torrent of Sword Qi rained down, instantly taking out Zhang ngyun, Niu Zheng, and others’ opponents, liberating them.
"A re Martial Emperor from the Void Origin Realm, no matter how strong, cannot change the overall situation and is still destined to die."
Before dying, so of the Outer Heaven experts roared in indignation.
Indeed, at the most critical battlefield, the Sorcerer Lord, Immortal Scholar, Saintly Love Young Master, and an ancestor of the Fire Stiffs had reached their most dangerous monts.
Especially the first three, covered in wounds and lacking in their own abilities, were at any mont liable to be executed while encircled by the four top Supre Lords including the Limitless Sword Sovereign.
The trio did not retreat, staunchly guarding the rear. Everyone knew they were planning to sacrifice themselves, emulating the heroes from more than fifty years ago.
This was the tragedy of East Victory!
"I am so full of hatred; we’ve survived such disasters, yet can’t withstand this trial. Hahaha, traitors are even more despicable than invaders!"
The Great Battles Emperor’s arms were broken, and his eyes were filled with blood. Before him, he saw one revered figure after another, who defended their holand, sacrificed everything, and entered into reincarnation.
While the blood of heroes was still wet, there were contemptible people who, for their selfish desires, betrayed their comrades and the world that birthed and nurtured them, which is utterly abhorrent!
"Let’s fight then!"
The Spirit Ink Emperor looked crazed.
In the distance, Xuanyuan Di was trapped in a series of relentless attacks, throwing punches as fast as lightning. Despite his grievous wounds, he never gave up. Surrounding him were Liu Ruofei, Fan Shengnan, Ding Yufang, and other young prodigies from South Sea.
A young girl in black fluttered like a cloud-swift bird, moving gracefully amidst powerful enemies, and soon many of the Outer Heaven Giants fell at her feet. She was Wang Xi from Miaojiang, and now the foremost below Supre Lords in the East Victory world.
With Wang Xi at the center, a large group of young experts battled frenetically, completely forgetting their own safety. They were the genius fighters from Miaojiang.
On another side, Zhang Xiangfeng took the lead.
Gui Zhihang, Duanmu Keren, Mu Ling, Hua Yiyun, Wudao Xuan, Yao Mie Sheng, Fiery Fla Child Emperor, and a large number of East Victory’s talented individuals spontaneously ford a battle ring, joining hands to resist the enemy.
With their pride, it was the first ti in their lives they fought together, and it might also be the last.
Win or lose, life or death, all concerns vanished, and what they could do was to kill more enemies before death claid them.
When one gives their all for what they hold dear, even in the face of exhaustion, there should be no regrets left in their heart even if they fail!
Warriors are fearless!
"Kill, today we take the East Victory world and establish our everlasting rule!"
With the Limitless Sword Sovereign’s command, the morale of the Outer Heaven Camp surged, and as he spoke, he swiftly dodged sideways, appearing near the Sorcerer Lord like a specter and said with a sadistic smile, "Let’s start with you, die!"
He slashed with his sword.
The Sorcerer Lord’s expression was cold, and a trace of sorrow flashed in his eyes.
He wasn’t afraid to die; he just regretted that his sister had never been able to recover her mory. If that was the case, then she might as well never recover. At least when she thought of , she wouldn’t feel sad.
Just as the Sorcerer Lord was about to harness his soul power for one last effort, a black and white long sword suddenly appeared in the void. Ford by Supre Lord’s power, it flashed lightly, blocking the Sword Qi of the Limitless Sword Sovereign.
Clang!
Sparks flew.
The black and white long sword imdiately shattered into pieces, yet it did not dissipate.
The black part of the sword twisted and turned, enwrapping the remaining Sword Qi. Even though it got snuffed out, it also ground the killing move of the Limitless Sword Sovereign down to just twenty percent of its initial power.
The white part surged into the Sorcerer Lord’s body, causing him to regrow his body and limbs. His injuries recovered by more than ten percent.
"It seems East Victory still has a Supre Lord. Who is it, co out!"
Facing this sudden change, the Limitless Sword Sovereign shouted loudly.
Threads of the essence of life descended from the sky, enveloping the grievously injured Sorcerer Lord, the Immortal Scholar, and the Saintly Love Young Master, continuously improving their conditions. In a blink of an eye, they recovered to fifty percent of their past state.
"Life and Death Path? Does East Victory have such an expert?"
A strange light burst forth from the eyes of the Immortal Scholar.
His Martial Way was the Immortal Martial Way, and in terms of recovery, it was even better than the Life and Death Martial Way.
However, because he was limited to a spiritual body and his understanding of the Immortal Martial Way was not deep enough, he could only capture a tiny amount of the immortal essence from the world, insufficient to change the tides of battle.
After all, the Immortal Scholar was only a first-tier Supre Lord and had yet to truly wield the Supre Great Path.
But the one who had taken action was different. Judging by the thods used, the person was undoubtedly a top-tier Supre Lord. Could it be so hidden expert?
A burst of azure light suddenly appeared above the chaotic battlefield, moving faster than the Aurora and easily passing by the sides of six first-tier Outer Heaven Supre Lords.
The next mont!
Sothing that left everyone dumbstruck occurred.
Before the azure light could fade, those six first-tier Outer Heaven Supre Lords exploded in the air, leaving not a trace of their spiritual power behind, dead beyond any doubt.
"This..."
The Spirit Ink Emperor was stunned.
"Outer Heaven Demons, you will never conquer the East Victory world."
A clear voice resounded in every corner of the deep pit.
In that mont, many were shocked as if by lightning, hardly daring to trust their ears, suspecting it to be an unreal dream.
Amazent, confusion, and a joy they tried to suppress but failed to, these emotions were like hundreds of torpedoes exploding in their minds, making every one of their cells cheer, every pore dilate, and goosebumps rise all over their bodies.
They desperately tried to keep calm, denying it, afraid that their ears had deceived them, and that the truth, once revealed, would bring them infinite disappointnt.
Many Outer Heaven masters were also stunned. Who could kill six Supre Lords with a single move?
At the end of the azure light, amidst the constricting pupils, a graceful and erect figure, as straight as a sword, holding a little boy’s hand, stepped out.
Clad in a sky-blue robe, with ink-black hair tousled by the breeze, slightly gray at the temples fluttering lightly, the man exuded an unparalleled grace coupled with a weathered steadiness, bringing tears to the eyes of many East Victory warriors, unable to contain their emotions.
The whole world seed to quiet for him.
"The Great Estate Master!"
"Heavens, it’s the Great Estate Master, hahaha, the Great Estate Master isn’t dead, he’s co back!"
"Heaven bless our East Victory!"
Countless people plunged into darkness, waiting to be devoured, suddenly burst into laughter, sensing the seemingly impenetrable darkness overhead being ripped apart as sunlight perated and shone upon them.
Many others, still fighting, felt an inexplicable strength surge within them upon hearing the words "Great Estate Master," suddenly becoming imnsely valiant.
The resolute East Victory Camp, at the appearance of one man, saw a huge boost in morale!
People didn’t even stop to think whether Shi Xiaole’s current cultivation and strength were enough to turn the tide of battle. It was as if his very presence represented an undefeatable spirit and faith, a miraculous ability to transform danger into safety.
In the eyes of the East Victory Supre Lords, Shi Xiaole was perhaps just a junior, of little significance.
They would never understand, in the eyes of countless contemporary East Victory inhabitants, what Shi Xiaole ant to them.
This unique genius youth scaled peak after peak, saved lives ti and again with effortless grace, leaving behind what kind of splendid legends for the world without his realizing it.
Perhaps it was the force of his personality, perhaps it was the aura others bestowed upon him, but at the sight of Shi Xiaole, everyone’s hearts inexplicably settled.
Even if the sky were falling, those broad shoulders seed capable of bearing the weight.
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