Lord of the Earth

Kevin, sword in hand, swept his gaze across the Chinese camp, their auras churning with rage. His gaze lingered for a moment on the black-clad youth, Ximen Wuhen, a cold, triumphant smile playing on his lips as he spoke loudly:

"Such a significant Eastern divine weapon, left in the hands of our Holy Temple, is indeed a case of a pearl being tarnished."

"After all, compared to this flashy but impractical ancient sword, the holy sword in my hand, blessed by His Holiness the Pope, is more in line with the path of light and can truly slay evil."

He then changed the subject, his tone becoming highly inflammatory.

"Therefore, I am willing to use this as a prize to find it a master who is at least worthy of its former glory."

These words immediately caused an uproar!
"A top-tier divine weapon as a reward? The Temple is really going all out this time!"

"That's Cheng Ying, one of the ten most famous swords in China! It would be a prized possession of any large branch of the Mysterious Inn!"

"For any swordsman, this is an irresistible temptation..."

"How do you obtain it?"

Even some of the shopkeepers in the Chinese camp who were initially furious were now tempted.

Could it be that I misjudged Kevin, and perhaps he has some "remorse" for taking these treasures from China back then?
However, the next moment, everyone realized the sinister intentions of the people in this "temple".

"The rules are simple: in this battle, whoever is the first to independently slay ten calamity beings above the Saint Realm will own this sword! First come, first served!"

Kevin held his own "Holy Sword of Light" in one hand and the Shadow Sword in the other, and his words once again caused an uproar.

"Those Western barbarians, their hearts are despicable! This is a blatant scheme of theirs, intended to incite infighting and further deplete the talents of our Eastern geniuses!"

An elderly Chinese man, his hair standing on end in fury, had grasped the key to the matter.

"This young man, though powerful, is still quite young. Killing ten Saint Realm experts is definitely beyond his capabilities."

"On the contrary, I vaguely heard that the Western Temple has a very powerful secret technique called 'Holy Power Conduction,' which allows multiple Holy Knights to temporarily pour their Holy Power into one person's body, making their power continuously and rapidly recover! If they use this method, they will definitely be able to complete the Ten Kills much earlier than that boy!"

"At that time, they will not only win the bet, forcing the East to admit that it is inferior to the West, but they will also be able to take back the Cheng Ying Sword as a matter of course. They may even take this opportunity to severely injure or even cripple one of the East's sword geniuses!"

All eyes involuntarily turned back to the black-clad youth, Ximen Wuhen, who had just sheathed his sword and whose expression remained icy.

His stunning sword strike was powerful, but it clearly consumed a great deal of energy.

"Wuhen, don't fall for it! Stay calm!"

"From the Huaxia camp, Zhan Zhao shouted loudly, his tone anxious."

He knew that the young man before him, who possessed exceptional swordsmanship talent, had only broken through to the Saintly Realm a few days prior.

Although he forcibly boosted his physique and soul to the peak of the sixth realm of the extraordinary realm with the help of the Qianxia secret treasure "Shennong Herbal Elixir", he was no weaker than a veteran saint.

However, being new to this realm, their ability to sustain combat and their mental strength remain weaknesses.

Upon hearing Zhan Zhao's words, the young Ximen Wuhen hesitated for a moment.

His gaze then quickly swept across the Chinese crowd.

Finally, the gaze settled on the top of a solitary tower above the inn.

There, a figure as white as snow stood by the railing, coldly gazing at the entire battlefield, as if nothing concerned him.

If things go as expected.

That person must be his father, Ximen Chuixue, whom the people of this mysterious inn called "Sword God, Righteous Man".

Its reputation is renowned in this mysterious inn, and it is sought after by many.

But only he and the old man Bai Yujing from the village days knew about it.

This person is actually a completely irresponsible individual, a man who, in pursuit of the ultimate swordsmanship, abandoned his mother and son shortly after his birth and ventured alone into this mysterious inn.

Even though he himself had entered this "mysterious inn," and even though that stunning piece of clothing had just amazed both the East and the West, this man was reluctant to give him a single ounce of attention.

"Humph……"

The barely perceptible disappointment in the boy's eyes quickly transformed into an almost obsessive stubbornness and a stinging pain.

He abruptly withdrew his gaze, hesitated, and then drew his sword again, transforming into a resolute black lightning bolt as he charged into the area where the calamity's creatures were most concentrated!
He not only wanted to win the bet, he also wanted to force that man to look at him!
Even if it costs my own blood, or even my own life!
hold head high!
In fact, ever since he killed the first Saint-level Chiwen, he has become a key target of this Dragonborn Cataclysm faction.

These catastrophic creatures themselves have an urgent desire to devour the creatures of the Eternal Land who possess great potential and aptitude.

After all, once obtained, it would not only be able to "replace" the original in the Eternal Land, but also inherit the original's aptitude and potential...

A relatively slender, ghostly-like Chiwen from the sacred realm.

Its entire body was covered in dark scales that seemed to absorb light. With each swing of its claws, it created silent yet incredibly sharp water blades that could even tear through the void, slicing towards Ximen Wuhen's vitals from extremely tricky angles.

"Humph!"

The boy merely shifted his body slightly, and his longsword struck the core of the water blade with a hair's breadth of difference, shattering it into a misty haze. Then, the sword light, like a venomous snake's tongue, pierced through the mist and precisely stabbed into the blade's reverse scale under its jaw, instantly extinguishing all life.

"it is good……"

"Impressive! This swordsmanship is truly astonishing; it can actually kill a Saint Realm expert in an instant!"

It should be understood that the spiritual power of extraordinary beings is exceptional.

Under normal circumstances, in a duel between equals, it is impossible to win without a hard-fought battle.

However, Ximen Wuhen's swordsmanship was extremely unique; a single strike could even annihilate the soul.

"Speaking of which, this swordsmanship, and even his appearance, are highly similar to 'Ximen the Righteous.' Could there be some connection between the two?"

Before Ximen Wuhen could catch his breath, another Chiwen from the Saint Realm roared and charged at him.

This monster clearly inherited more of the dragon's power. It was enormous, and its body was shrouded in a chilling mist. When it opened its huge mouth, it spewed out not water, but icy breath that could freeze the soul. Wherever it passed, even the air condensed into ice crystals.

hum!
Ximen Wuhen's sword stance changed abruptly, the tip of the sword vibrating at a high frequency, emitting an extremely concentrated killing intent, which actually split the vast ice aura in two. He followed the sword, like a fish swimming upstream, rushing into the ice aura, and pierced through its frost-covered heart with a single sword strike.

After slaying two enemies, Ximen Wuhen's aura was noticeably weak, and his face was slightly pale.

Without hesitation, he took out a vermilion gourd from his bosom and swallowed a "Holy Spirit Pill" that was enough to restore his Holy Realm spiritual power to its full potential. The powerful medicinal force dissipated, rapidly restoring his depleted strength.

However, the strength displayed by the Western camp on the other side was even more astonishing.

As mentioned before, the Westerners possess a set of "secret techniques," which were now being infused into the "Templar Knight" who had made the move earlier.

The knight, imbued with holy power by his companion, once again purified a calamity creature from the Holy Realm that was attempting to break through the formation with a beam of light.

Meanwhile, the Temple faction's countdown rang out: "Four!" Clearly, four beings from the Holy Realm Catastrophe had already been slain!

Having regained his strength, Ximen Wuhen glanced at the tower again out of the corner of his eye—the figure remained indifferent.

"Aren't you going to look over here? Are you really that indifferent? Since that's the case..."

Ximen Wuhen's eyes were icy cold as he took the initiative to choose a more challenging target: the two perfectly coordinated Chiwen variants!
One end controlled the viscous, sticky black water, forming a huge vortex in an attempt to trap his movements, while the other end opened its scales and shot out countless sharp ice shards imbued with dragon might, covering the area like a torrential rain!

The boy took a deep breath and then closed his eyes.

He poured all his grievances, resentment, and anger into the sword. The sword in his hand immediately emitted a slight hum. Man and sword intent were highly unified, transforming into an extremely fine "line" that seemed capable of cutting through all obstacles. This "line" ignored the viscous black water vortex, skillfully weaving through the gaps in the ice shards, and swept past between the two dragon-like creatures!

The black water vortex suddenly collapsed, and the rain of icicles abruptly stopped.

The two sacred dragons froze for a moment, their massive heads slowly sliding off, the wounds smooth as mirrors, the dragon blood not yet spurting out being evaporated by the sharp sword energy.

One sword kills two!

"puff--!"

At the same time, Ximen Wuhen also suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning as pale as paper.

The Holy Spirit Pill can restore spiritual power, but continuous bursts of power, especially the simultaneous killing of two powerful enemies, have caused enormous damage to his mental energy, which is now nearly depleted.

Despite his desperate efforts, the man... still didn't even glance at him.

"Hmph, you human brat, you actually killed several of my clan's powerful juniors, you cannot be allowed to live..."

However, such a stunning performance had already attracted the attention of the calamity-stricken creatures.

A chilling dragon's might suddenly pressed down, far more terrifying than any of the previous ones. A Chiwen, far larger than its peers, emerged from the crowd. Its antlers had turned as black as ink, shimmering with an ominous glow. Its dragon head was ferocious, and what it uttered was no longer water or ice breath, but a terrifying roar that distorted space!
It was a Chiwen that had already reached the peak of the seventh realm of transcendence.

How can there be a "fair" duel on the battlefield!
The difference in their realms and cultivation levels was enormous. As the massive body of the "Saintly Manifestation" level Chiwen, carrying the momentum to crush mountains, crashed directly into the exhausted youth.

The difference in their cultivation levels was enormous. Ximen Wuhen's protective sword aura shattered instantly, and he was struck as if by a heavy blow. He was violently thrown away, coughing up blood, and his aura plummeted to the bottom!
Just at this critical moment, a sword light as clear and cold as moonlight suddenly flew in from the sky!

Its sword energy was not vast and mighty, but it was incredibly condensed, as if it could cut through everything in the world. When the Dragon Roar Soul-Shattering Wave spewed out by the Seven Realms Chiwen touched this sword light, it melted away like ice and snow meeting the spring sun. The sword light continued its momentum and instantly swept past its huge body!
"Ow—!"

The mournful dragon roar shook the heavens and the earth. One of the Chiwen's front claws, along with a large part of its body, was severed by this sword, and its dark dragon blood gushed out like a waterfall!
"This...it was him? No, this sword energy...it seems familiar..."

As Ximen Wuhen fell, a vague feeling arose in his heart... but he quickly realized something was wrong. The person who made the move had extremely high swordsmanship, like an immortal descending to earth, but it was not the person on the roof.

"Watch closely. The way of the sword lies in sincerity and in achieving the ultimate goal, not in merely displaying brute force."

A figure dressed in white descended upon the battlefield like a celestial being; it was none other than Ye Gucheng, the Lord of White Cloud City, a powerful figure from the Hall of Righteousness, who came from the same illusory sea world as Ximen Chuixue.

He did not continue to attack, but simply stared at the Seven Realms Chiwen and said calmly.

"Oh no, this is a demigod..."

The calamity-stricken beings of the Holy Realm looked at Ye Gucheng with horror and wanted to flee.

"Its Achilles' heel has been revealed, its soul is wounded, and its aura has plummeted to the peak of the sixth realm. Now, use your sword to finish it off. Remember, with a clear sword heart, nothing is beyond its reach."

Ximen Wuhen's body trembled. He looked at Ye Gucheng's aloof yet expectant eyes, and then at the Chiwen, who was severely injured and whose aura was disordered.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his injuries, and his eyes once again focused pure fighting spirit and killing intent.

He gripped the sword tightly, becoming one with it, and once again transformed into that thin yet resolute "line," shooting straight out!

The heavily wounded seventh-realm Chiwen struggled furiously, urging its remaining power to unleash a chilling breath, only to be easily torn apart by that "line"! A flash of sword light, with unparalleled precision, pierced into its exposed, shattered reverse scales!

"Pfft!"

The sword intent erupted, completely annihilating its life force.

The enormous dragon corpse crashed to the ground, a feat achieved by overcoming a level seven barrier!

However, this move thoroughly enraged those deep within the Havoc faction!
"Insects! How dare you!"

A roar that seemed to come from the depths of the netherworld resounded, and an incomparably terrifying demigod-level pressure descended!
A demigod-level dragon, its body resembling a mountain and its scales shimmering with ancient runes, tore through the void, its enormous dragon claw slamming directly at Ye Gucheng!

Wherever the claw-like wind passed, space shattered inch by inch!

Ye Gucheng's eyes narrowed, his white robes fluttered, and his sword light soared into the sky, transforming into countless flying immortal shadows, meeting the demigod-level existence head-on. The two terrifying figures instantly clashed, their sword energy and dragon roars sweeping across the four directions, making it difficult to determine a winner for a time.

"Human, you killed my brother! Pay with your life!"

Just as Ye Gucheng was entangled by the demigod Chiwen, another powerful aura locked onto Ximen Wuhen, who had just finished his kill and was in his weakest state!

That was an even more ferocious Saint Realm Chiwen, whose strength had reached the eighth level of the Extraordinary Realm. It seized this excellent opportunity and appeared silently behind Ximen Wuhen. Its huge mouth, full of fangs, opened and a "black water ball" full of destructive power was shot out with a bang!
This attack was as fast as lightning, and there was no way to avoid it.

Having just killed a powerful enemy who was of a higher level, Ximen Wuhen was powerless to resist. He couldn't even turn around and could only feel the despairing aura of death rushing towards him!

"not good!"

Everyone who witnessed this scene had the same thought: It's over!

However, just as the destructive water sphere was about to engulf the boy—

Time seems to have stood still.

A sword light, indescribable in words, carrying an absolutely cold, absolutely pure, and terrifying killing intent that seemed to transcend all laws of the world, fell indifferently from that lofty tower.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no dazzling brilliance.

There is only one ultimate "stillness" and "silence".

The sword light arrived first, effortlessly grazing the primordial water sphere. This terrifying attack, capable of injuring anything below the level of a demigod, vanished silently like a bubble.

Immediately afterwards, the sword light, still powerful, swept past the Chiwen, a creature at the eighth level of the Transcendent Realm.

The ferocious and powerful calamity-inducing creature froze instantly, its compound eyes filled with unbelievable terror.

Then, the massive body was neatly split in two, the cut as smooth as a mirror, and its core soul was completely annihilated in an instant. Only then did the pure sword intent slowly dissipate into the air.

There was deathly silence between heaven and earth.

All eyes turned in horror to the solitary tower, and on its roof stood a figure as white as snow.

Without me noticing, they had already turned around. (End of Chapter)