Long Yan’s performance truly surprised everyone, initially expecting him to be overwheld on the defensive. Yet, they saw that for a mont, the two were evenly matched, neither able to truly best the other.
"Not bad,"
Emperor Ling Tian blocked Long Yan’s long spear, praising him with a single phrase. He looked up, locking eyes with Long Yan’s deathly gaze, his body trembled as if he recalled sothing unpleasant, though he chose to remain silent.
But in the duels between experts, such a montary distraction allowed Long Yan to seize the opportunity. The magic spear darted towards Emperor Ling Tian’s vital point like a venomous snake. If it hit solidly, even Emperor Ling Tian, no matter how powerful, might not survive.
Emperor Ling Tian hurriedly placed the cold saber before himself, perfectly intercepting the tip of the magic spear with the blade. Imdiately after, he retreated two steps, a cold sweat forming on his face. What was with Long Yan? In terms of technique and combat thods, he was surprisingly not inferior to Emperor Ling Tian.
What Emperor Ling Tian didn’t know was that the baptism Long Yan had undergone during this ti was unimaginable. From Release Bodhisattva to rcenaries and Qiu Wucheng, finally consuming the Obstacle Pill, he had struggled and clawed his way to this level of strength, narrowly escaping death several tis. This spear embodied all the growth from those experiences.
Emperor Ling Tian, seasoned on the battlefield, knew that, in close combat, he could hold on for a while, but in the long run, he would surely lose. Hence, Emperor Ling Tian widened the gap between himself and Long Yan. Just as Long Yan intended to close in, a blue blade light fell before him.
Reluctantly, Long Yan halted his pursuit of Emperor Ling Tian, retreating entirely. Upon distancing himself, Emperor Ling Tian beca even more nourished by the situation, his True Qi gathering behind him into a massive figure donned in a Yellow Robe, angular and defined, wielding a golden long sword. As soon as this golden figure appeared in the air, Long Qingtu’s brows furrowed sharply.
"Is this the Reckless Nine Provinces Skill of the Chu Royal Family?"
Upon hearing this from Long Qingtu, Qingyue involuntarily nodded, indeed recognizing it as the Chu Royal Family’s unshared secret technique. Surprisingly, Emperor Ling Tian had even obtained martial arts from the Chu Royal Family.
"Isn’t he afraid of infuriating those ancient elders of the Chu Royal Family?"
Long Qingtu frowned, acknowledging that despite Emperor Ling Tian currently holding the greatest power in Chu Country, there were things known to him beyond common knowledge. It’s not just Chu, but also Qi and Qin royal families that harbor ancient, rarely seen powerful figures. Yet, whenever it pertains to Chu, they will appear.
"Heh, those old geezers long stopped worrying about these matters. Besides, though Emperor Ling Tian has practiced this martial art, Chu has nurous non-consanguineous royalty. Even the present Chu throne wasn’t rightfully theirs, was it?"
Qingyue scoffed at this, confident that those ancient elders wouldn’t intervene unless the national title was altered or soone attempted to destroy Chu. In such a case, they wouldn’t hesitate to erge. Otherwise, even if a re farr took the throne, as long as the country remained nad Chu, they wouldn’t care. Of course, they would also step forward without hesitation in tis of crisis for Chu.
Having lived centuries, how could those ancients be concerned with mundane royal strife and conflict?
During this dialogue, the figure behind Emperor Ling Tian had fully ford, precisely resembling Emperor Ling Tian himself. However, the clothes had morphed into Emperor Robes, an ornate headdress adorned his head, and he wielded a golden long sword, engraved with mountains and trees on one side, sun, moon, and stars on the other, whose movents shook the heavens and earth, akin to a god descending.
"He has actually reached the Xuanyuan Sword stage,"
Long Qingtu’s voice carried astonishnt. Although the Emperor Clan had existed in the Holy Domain for eons, they lacked proprietary martial arts, apparent in that Di Wuchang, Ling Tian, and Lingxi all cultivated different arts. The Emperor Clan thus lagged behind the Sacred Beast Clan and the Eastern Ancient Clan in this regard.
Yet, the well-known figure wielding the Xuanyuan Sword was a landmark of the once Founding Ancestor of Chu Country’s achievent. Long Qingtu and Qingyue had only heard of it but never witnessed it. Unexpectedly, Emperor Ling Tian managed to cultivate to such an extent.
Confronting the towering figure amidst the clouds, Long Yan stood without fear, staring at the airborne Emperor Ling Tian. Despite the overwhelming imperial pressure nearly forcing him to his knees, he gritted his teeth and held firm, clenching so hard that even his magic spear was planted into the ground.
"Long Yan, co here and face your death,"
Ling Tian slowly opened his eyes amidst the golden storm, words that caused the entire Imperial City to shudder. A true emperor would not tolerate his dignity being insulted.
Qingyue worriedly glanced at Long Yan, knowing that today there was no saving him. When Emperor Ling Tian invoked the Reckless Nine Provinces Skill, it signed Long Yan’s death warrant. Indeed, beneath that golden figure, no one had survived. Had it been him and Long Qingtu, they might have found a chance to counterattack, but now it was certain Long Yan was dood.
After all, one was a fad veteran, the other a newly renowned rookie. Qingyue lanted, saddened that his expectations had fizzled. Beside him, Long Qingtu remained silent, only frowning deeply, seemingly searching for a lifeline for his grandson.
If not for Long Yan clenching his teeth, he might have already knelt in surrender. It was purely a force of will, a refusal to yield. Given more ti, he was certain he wouldn’t be so shaful. With just a bit more ti, who in the Sacred Domain could truly defy him?
The Martial God Array still missed three Sacred Beasts or needed three more to fully unleash its true power.
Emperor Ling Tian nodded with satisfaction, manipulating the colossal figure behind him to raise the long sword. Everyone’s hearts were in their throats. As the sword lifted high then descended slowly, Long Yan could neither move nor escape, standing dumbfounded.
Long Yan sensed the world before him transition from black and white to pitch black. It appeared he was truly destined to fall here. A helpless, bitter smile surfaced, yearning to roar to the heavens. If only more ti was granted, just a few more years, he would be capable of confronting the present Emperor Ling Tian.
Alas! It was too late for everything!
Long Yan slowly closed his eyes, as if awaiting the impending judgnt.
"Ding ling ling!"
Just then, a crisp sound of silver bells resonated in his ear.
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