870: Chapter 870: The Biggest Variable 870: Chapter 870: The Biggest Variable Dust flew, and the grassland kept shaking, showing just how fearso Xing Tian’s power was.
The disciples of Sword Court all nervously watched the place where the dust swirled.
Just now, Xing Tian’s axe had cleaved the grassland in two, revealing a chasm so deep that its ends were out of sight.
Xing Tian had excellent control of his power, otherwise several domains around would have faced annihilation.
The Qi-ax he wielded was of no low grade, and with Xing Tian’s strength, sinking a domain would be effortless.
Even Qin Jun, who was far away on the Sorsault Cloud, could feel the force of that energy, as if his flesh could be blown apart by it.
“It’s fortunate that Xing Tian wasn’t banished,”
Qin Jun thought with relief, feeling assured only if such a powerhouse was in his grasp.
He turned to Patriarch Bodhi beside him and asked, “Is the Sword Master dead?”
Considering Xing Tian’s recent display, he assud the Sword Master must have turned into a mush of flesh…
After a long while, the dust dispersed, and Xing Tian’s figure was revealed, standing tall, the Qi-ax resting on his shoulder, a vast chasm at his feet, and in front of him, the Sword Master stood unhard, yet his body was slightly trembling.
Upon closer inspection, the Sword Master’s face was covered in cold sweat, his eyes bloodshot, obviously still in shock from that previous axe strike.
Under the Qi-ax, he truly thought he was done for.
He hadn’t been this close to death in a long ti.
“This power…”
The Sword Master thought tremblingly, having never felt sothing so terrifying, even stronger than the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny.
His fighting spirit had vanished, unable to recover from the fear he had just experienced.
Xing Tian looked down at him, the corners of his mouth rebelliously curling up, laughing, “Had not His Majesty taken an interest in you, you would be reduced to bones and dust.”
The Sword Master did not answer, still unable to regain his composure.
Xing Tian scoffed dismissively and turned to fly towards Qin Jun.
Just two strikes from the axe had shattered the Sword Master’s bravery; such was the might of Xing Tian, the mythological war god!
“Your Majesty, I didn’t kill him,”
Xing Tian said, retracting his military tool and smiling at Qin Jun.
This was his first action since reaching his peak, and although it had only been two strikes, he was quite satisfied.
Yang Jian and Golden Mother of Jade Light both watched him with complicated expressions, while Sun Wukong was brimming with the desire to fight, wishing he could imdiately engage Xing Tian in battle.
Patriarch Bodhi stroked his beard with a smile, showing no significant reaction, as this was within his expectations.
It was fitting for Xing Tian to have such overwhelming power!
Qin Jun nodded, looking at the Sword Master, then lightly chuckled, “Let’s go, on with our journey!”
Then, he instructed Yang Jian, “Bring the Night Emperor with us!”
He would need to properly educate the Night Emperor, making him understand that scheming ca with a hefty price.
Yang Jian nodded and imdiately charged towards the Night Emperor.
Soon, the group soared into the sky, leaving behind the now desolate grassland.
The Sword Master still stood dumbfounded at the edge of the chasm, as his disciples hurriedly sward around him.
Hua Yijian’s face was grim, and the Branch Wolf King trembled on the spot, shivering to his core.
He could hardly believe what he had just witnessed.
Xing Tian’s show of strength left them trendously shaken, even after he had departed, their fear leaving them at a loss.
“So, I was this powerless against a strike…”
Surrounded by his disciples, the Sword Master muttered to himself.
In that mont, his sword heart had shattered.
He had always been fearless, wanting to challenge all the strong in the world, but Xing Tian’s might made him question his own sword heart.
At this mont, the master of the Sword Dao was nothing but a joke.
…
On the Sorsault Cloud that had flown dozens of miles away, Sun Wukong asked curiously, “Would the Sword Master and the Branch Wolf King still dare to attend the Hundred Heroes Conference?”
Just thinking about the expressions of the Sword Master and the others at that ti made Sun Wukong want to laugh.
He wished he could show off like Xing Tian did.
“Why wouldn’t they dare?
At worst, if they see , they’ll just act humbly,” Qin Jun said with a shrug and a laugh.
After this battle, even if the Sword Master becos one of the Nine Emperors, his status before Qin Jun will be a level lower.
As for the Branch Wolf King, he was not even worth Qin Jun’s attention.
“As for the so-called Nine Emperors, they are as easy to deal with as flipping one’s hand for Your Majesty,” Yang Jian said earnestly, the only real threat to Qin Jun being the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny.
The Nether Emperor had already been defeated by the Yan Emperor, and he was one of the few who knew the Yan Emperor’s identity, so he had no doubts about the power of the Nine Emperors.
Now, he was only looking forward to what kind of earth-shattering performance Qin Jun would show.
“Stay low-key, it’s all thanks to you guys that I can be so powerful,” Qin Jun waved his hand and said with a laugh, satisfying the vanity of Xing Tian and others in one sentence.
“Humph, Your Majesty, at this Hundred Heroes Conference, I will definitely help you beat up all those heroes!” Sun Wukong said with a playful laugh, as if battle was the only thing on his mind.
Qin Jun shook his head and chuckled.
He was still very glad he had brought Sun Wukong along.
With Sun Wukong there, he didn’t have to worry about lacking reasons to suppress the other heroes.
Just say he couldn’t control Sun Wukong!
How marvelous.
“Apart from the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny, Donghuang Taiyi is the one we need to guard against the most,” Qin Jun said with narrowed eyes and a smile.
Donghuang Taiyi!
At the ntion of this na, the expressions of Xing Tian, Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, and the Golden Light Saint Mother all changed instantly.
Patriarch Bodhi also furrowed his brows tightly, while the blood-covered Night Emperor lay behind them, suffering.
“The Demon Emperor of the ancient Heavenly Court,” Patriarch Bodhi murmured to himself.
Xing Tian’s face twisted even more.
The Witch Clan had declined because he and Di Jun self-destructed along with Donghuang Taiyi, perishing together with the twelve ancestral witches.
Without the ancestral witches, the Witch Clan was subjected to ruthless slaughter and ultimately t its demise.
So, upon hearing the na Donghuang Taiyi, rage couldn’t help but surge in Xing Tian’s heart.
Even though he had the mories of many lifetis, the first life was the most influential.
The atmosphere turned sowhat somber; even soone as powerful as Patriarch Bodhi couldn’t smile upon ntioning Donghuang Taiyi.
“It seems that Donghuang Taiyi really is the biggest variable,” Qin Jun thought to himself.
All he could do was pray that Donghuang Taiyi wasn’t at his peak cultivation level.
If that were the case, Xing Tian and Patriarch Bodhi working together might be able to contend with Donghuang Taiyi.
His gaze involuntarily fell on Patriarch Bodhi.
Just how strong Patriarch Bodhi was remained a mystery; nobody knew the depths of his power.
…
The Blue Mountains stretched on and on, with majestic pavilions nestled among the forests.
This was the power center of the Twilight Hall.
Atop a towering peak, there was a bronze tower.
This was where the Twilight Hall discussed important matters.
At the mont, inside a great hall on the first floor of the tower, dozens of Twilight Hall elders and protectors gathered together.
“What?
The Holy Emperor of Qin has co?
The Sword Master has co as well?” asked a middle-aged man in the head seat, in shock.
He wore a blue robe with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his slightly dark skin revealed an expression that could scare a five-year-old child into crying.
He was the master of the Twilight Hall, Nalan Xi.
A being at the early stages of the Daluo immortal cultivation.
The elders and protectors below him were also stirred up.
The Holy Emperor of Qin and the Sword Master were existences they looked up to.
The presence of two such transcendent heroes within the domain of the Twilight Hall was not a good sign.
“Yes…
It is said that the Sword Master was defeated by Xing Tian, who is under the command of the Holy Emperor of Qin…” the disciple who brought the news said while kneeling on the ground, his voice trembling.
It was clear that the shock in his heart had not yet subsided.
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