The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 534 They all take the stage
The mountains stretch endlessly, layer upon layer, lush and verdant, encircled by a jade belt.

The hills near the outer perimeter were densely packed with countless martial arts practitioners who had come to join the fun and broaden their horizons.

Before the Ascension Ceremony even officially began, they had already witnessed a spectacular battle.

Ding Chunqiu, the Starry Sky Old Monster who was famous throughout the martial arts world, was knocked from mid-air to a high place by his master, and then knocked back to the ground.

Not only did they beat him until he was bruised and swollen, with broken bones, they also stripped him of all his powerful internal energy.

This spectacular battle not only shocked and broadened the horizons of the surrounding martial arts practitioners, but also stirred their emotions.

Many people who feared and resented the Old Monster of the Star Constellation couldn't help but clap their hands and cheer loudly.

In their view, the loss of such a terrifying master of poison and martial arts in the martial arts world would be a blessing for everyone.

"Ah~~~!"

A piercing scream echoed at the foot of the mountain. Ding Chunqiu's face was contorted in extreme panic, his eyes filled with endless regret and fear.

It was a kind of despair that came from knowing that one's life was inevitably headed towards death.

Immediately afterwards, his body began to undergo violent and terrifying changes.

Ugly and large lumps swelled up on his cheeks, neck, chest, back, and even abdomen, top of his head, hands, and feet.

Those ugly bumps, as if alive, swelled up and then shrank back, then swelled up again in other places and shrank back again.

Each time the area swells and contracts, the skin becomes pitted, loose, and wrinkled, and is stained with strange, multicolored hues.

It resembles a series of decaying places eroded and corrupted by toxic smoke, toxic gas, toxic barriers, and toxins.

Ding Chunqiu's wails quickly became hoarse, rough, and he could no longer shout.

All of this was because lumps swelled up in all directions around his neck, and after they contracted, they completely damaged his tracheal bones and even his vocal organs.

More and more ugly bumps swelled and contracted all over his body.
This terrible change spread to every part of the body.
It completely destroyed his skin, flesh, bones, and even his internal organs.
During this process, Ding Chunqiu became completely still, unable to even make a final struggle, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

Soon.

His body gradually swelled up as countless lumps of all sizes swelled and contracted.

quickly
Ding Chunqiu's already bruised and swollen face swelled up into a pig's head, his two eyeballs quickly became bloodshot and cloudy, and then were forcefully ejected by the swollen eye sockets.

Large clumps of white hair fell off his head and white beard.

The scalp swelled up as if it were mutating, with bulging, winding blue veins on it, and its color gradually changed to blue, purple, red, and green.

In the end, it turned into a multicolored black!

puff!puff!
The sound of tearing silk.

The tattered clothes were stretched to pieces, revealing the equally colorful, swollen body underneath.

In the end, Ding Chunqiu swelled up into a large, colorful ball.

Just as the surrounding martial arts practitioners were bewildered and dumbfounded, thinking that the big ball was about to explode,

The large ball suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon, rapidly shrinking and turning into a pool of multicolored blood in an instant.

"what happened?"

"How could Ding Chunqiu's body undergo such a strange change?"

"What else could it be? Of course, it's because of the deadly poison he inhaled."

"This brother is right. When Ding Chunqiu cultivated the Dissolving Power Technique, he must have stored a great deal of deadly poison in his body, which explains the seventy-two kinds of deadly poison he mentioned during his battle with his master."

"However, when his internal energy was forcibly stripped and dissolved by his master using the Northern Darkness Divine Art, which was several times more terrifying than the Dissolving Power Technique, the countless deadly poisons remaining in his body had no power to restrain them, so they erupted all at once, turning his body into a pool of blood."

"So, this old monster Xingxiu has reaped what he sowed?!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, I never expected that the Star Constellation Old Monster would die here."

"Hahaha, his master has rid the world of a great scourge!"

"Don't be too happy yet. The Northern Darkness Divine Art that his master cultivates is several times more terrifying than Ding Chunqiu's Dissolving Power Technique. Aren't you afraid that one day he will use this divine art to sweep across the world and become a great demon who is many times more terrifying than the Starry Night Old Monster?"

"You're just worrying unnecessarily; the disciples of the Free and Unfettered Sect are all like immortals, preferring to live in seclusion and have no desire to associate with us martial arts practitioners."

"That's true. The people of the Free and Unfettered Sect are all extraordinary and detached from worldly affairs. If they really want to dominate the world, even without the Northern Darkness Divine Art, with their unparalleled cultivation at the Heavenly Realm, what can we possibly use to resist them?"

Just as the group of martial arts practitioners were discussing the matter, someone suddenly shouted:

"Look! All those people from the Starry Constellation Sect have run away!"

Everyone turned their heads to look at that lonely hilltop.

Sure enough, the group of Xingxiu Sect disciples who had been gathered around the carriage suddenly panicked and fled out of the mountain in a panic.

Their master, Ding Chunqiu, was their heaven, their earth, and the unbreakable pillar in their hearts.

Now, this pillar has collapsed, just like monkeys scattering when a tree falls.

How could the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect dare to remain where they were?

before.

Under the leadership of their master Ding Chunqiu, the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect have always acted arrogantly and domineeringly, killing many people and offending many sects and gangs.

But with their master around, those gangs and sects could only swallow their bitter pills and dared not utter the word "revenge".

Now, their master is gone.

Those gangs and martial arts masters who had been deeply offended by them would surely take this opportunity to seek revenge.

If we don't run now, when will we?
as predicted.

As the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect scattered like birds and beasts, many people immediately leaped up from the nearby hilltops, chasing after the Xingxiu Sect disciples while shouting and yelling.

The gist of it was something like, "Tell those Xingxiu Sect disciples not to run away," "We must avenge them today," and "Leave them all here," which were all harsh words.

The disciples of the Xingxiu Sect ran ahead, while many martial arts figures chased after them.

The two groups of people quickly left the nearby hilltops and disappeared into the outskirts of Zhongnan Mountain.

finally.

How many of those Xingxiu Sect disciples will survive depends entirely on their luck.

Majestic mountains, at their foot.

Floating in mid-air, Wu Yazi looked at the pool of colorful, foul-smelling blood on the ground. He felt no joy after avenging his grievances, only a sense of melancholy and regret.

"Congratulations, junior brother, for slaying that wicked disciple!"

"Congratulations, senior brother, you have avenged your great enemy!"

Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui floated over and congratulated Wu Yazi. Xu Xingchen also stepped on white clouds and came closer, smiling as he said, "Senior, your grudges are settled. Now you can go all out and explore higher realms of martial arts together."

"Thank you for your concern, senior sisters and junior sisters," Wu Yazi said with a faint smile, turning to nod at Xu Xingchen.

The four of them floated together toward the summit of the majestic mountain.

Looking at the pool of blood in the distance, Su Xinghe's expression was extremely complicated, and he was filled with emotion.

For so many years, he was forced by Ding Chunqiu to swear a poisonous oath that he could not speak to anyone.

Today, everything is over!
The Eight Friends of Hangu Pass behind him all wore expressions of joy and excitement.

With this terrible enemy dead, they could finally return to their master's tutelage and cultivate together with their fellow disciples, learning various miscellaneous skills and techniques.

Thinking about that joyful and wonderful future makes me feel very happy.

On another mountain peak.

Duan Zhengchun and his several female confidantes watched and marveled at the previous battle while "chatting happily."

They're having a bit too much fun!

The women's eyes were like knives, their words like swords. As they glared at each other angrily, it seemed as if invisible blades were flashing and flickering, exuding a murderous aura.

Duan Zhengchun was like a versatile shield, firmly positioned among the women, his face filled with guilt and helplessness as he comforted and consoled one woman after another.
Dao Baifeng, Qin Hongmian, Gan Baobao, Li Qingluo, Ruan Qingzhu
Duan Zhengchun fought against five women single-handedly, managing to defeat them all without losing anyone, and offending them all. He also said different sweet words to each woman, making each of them soft-hearted and both loving and hating him.

Even in such a terrifying battlefield, he was able to handle things with ease and composure, truly living up to his reputation as a seasoned lover.

No wonder these women, even in their middle age, still couldn't forget him, were reluctant to let go, and even fought over him.

The group of martial arts practitioners nearby, though their eyes were fixed ahead, all had their ears perked up, listening intently to the love triangle unfolding over there.

They were filled with admiration and awe for Duan Zhengchun's skills in love.

The verbal battles between the women, and Duan Zhengchun's beautiful words of love that use gentleness to overcome strength, are just as exciting as the great battle between Ding Chunqiu, the Old Monster of Xingxiu, and his master.

They could only sigh in admiration: This Prince Zhennan of Dali Kingdom is truly remarkable!

The hilltop was occupied by a group of Tibetan monks in yellow robes.

Kumozhi, the Tibetan national preceptor, sat upright in his golden chariot. After watching the battle, his face was gloomy and solemn, and his eyes were full of seriousness.

Ding Chunqiu's martial arts skills are definitely no weaker than his.

However, during his fight with his master, he was constantly on the defensive and had no chance to fight back.

And in a very short time, he was defeated by his master and died.

From this battle, Kumārajīva glimpsed the extraordinary martial arts skills of Wuyazi, the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, and the exquisite nature of the Beiming Divine Skill, which far exceeded his expectations.

When he first came to the Central Plains to make his way in the world, he was arrogant and self-important, thinking that all the heroes in the world were nothing special.

Later, he suffered a blow from Xu Xingchen, and his pride was halved.

Now, seeing the Xiaoyao Sect leader's move, the remaining half of his arrogance vanished completely.

Besides Wu Yazi, the senior expert who made him wary, there was another figure who made him somewhat uneasy.

One of the two women who were always floating in mid-air looked somewhat familiar; she seemed to be the Empress Dowager of the Western Xia Kingdom.

Back then, when the Empress Dowager of the Western Xia Kingdom was away from the palace, Kumārajīva secretly sneaked in and stole her Lesser Formless Skill.

He did this very discreetly, so the Empress Dowager of the Western Xia Kingdom was unaware that her martial arts skills had been stolen and learned by someone else.

They never bothered him.
today.

Kumārajīva originally wanted to show off his skills at the Ascension Ceremony and enhance his reputation.

Now, I have absolutely no desire for it!

He learned their identities from the way the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect and the Empress Dowager of the Western Xia Kingdom addressed each other.

They knew that the three were all members of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Even with the Flaming Saber and the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts as cover, this thief who stole the internal energy cultivation method of the Free and Unfettered Sect probably still couldn't hide it from the three members of the Free and Unfettered Sect.

Therefore, it's best not to do anything reckless and just stay put!

Another mountain peak.

Duan Yu stood with Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling'er, talking in hushed tones.

The three of them had somehow gotten back together.

Compared to the tense relationship between their parents, the interaction between Duan Yu and his two friends was extremely harmonious.

After Xu Xingchen's intervention, and having learned about her own background, Mu Wanqing's attitude towards Duan Yu became neither close nor distant, lacking the affection depicted in the book.

Only Zhong Ling'er seemed to still have a lingering attachment to Duan Yu.

In the woods not far away, a man in blue robes wearing a straw hat leaned against a large tree, watching the exciting battle below while keeping an eye on Duan Yu's location.

This person is none other than Duan Yanqing, the leader of the Four Villains who left Dayu Manor and went down the mountain to find Duan Yu.

nowadays.

His crippled body was fully healed, his disfigured face was restored, and with Duan Yu as his weakness, his original cynical heart softened a little.

Nowadays, Duan Yanqing is unwilling to pay attention to the various disputes in the martial arts world, and he is even less willing to return to Xixia Yipintang as his guest.

He now has only one wish: to secretly protect his son and watch him ascend the throne of Dali in the future, so that the royal lineage of Dali can be regained to his own.

As for this gathering of immortals convened by Master Xu, he had no interest in getting involved.

He had only recently broken through to the Heavenly Realm and was no match for Master Xu and the Three Elders of Xiaoyao.

Therefore, I won't embarrass myself!

The monks of Shaolin Temple and many other sects and gangs stood together, forming the largest alliance among the onlookers of this ascension ceremony.

Regarding the battle between Wuyazi and Ding Chunqiu, they could only express amazement and awe, and could not say much of useful information.

They were not top experts in the Heavenly Realm, and had no right to comment on the battle between the two.

The new abbot of Shaolin Temple was still a step away from the Heavenly Realm in terms of martial arts, but he was confident in his sect because of the reclusive monk. In order not to tarnish his status as the leader of the sect, he made a few comments on various topics.

Just as the group of martial arts practitioners on the surrounding hilltops were discussing the great battle that had just taken place, a high-pitched and resounding dragon roar came from behind them.

Everyone quickly turned to look and saw a swirling, dark cloud drifting in from the distant horizon, filled with lightning and thunder, and a golden dragon could be vaguely seen soaring through the clouds.

The dragon has its head but not its tail!
The martial arts practitioners were greatly surprised: "What an astonishing phenomenon! Could it be another top expert from the Heavenly Realm?"

(End of this chapter)