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Chapter 813 - 509 Tonight, the Famed Jiu Xuan

Chapter 813: Chapter 509 Tonight, the Famed Jiu Xuan

Stars danced chaotically, dark clouds surged upward and curled back, as a tornado vortex silently took shape.

The world fell silent,

as if only the figure in billowing white robes and the sword in his hand remained.

One generation knows the affairs of their own time.

The people of the present only knew of Changge of the Prime Minister’s Mansion, whose swordsmanship was renowned throughout the world, and all the heroes bowed their heads in recognition. Yet, who remembered that there was a time when the eldest son of the Feng Family had once dazzled the world with his three-foot Qing Feng sword?

But those years shone too brightly, many prodigies rose together, and Feng Jiuxuan was merely one among those stars, his brilliance overshadowed by the person beside him.

However, on this snowy night, the world once again saw why this man in white was bestowed with the title of Sword Saint.

All eyes converged upon him, to the point where they even forgot about another in the eye of the storm.

The Xi’en Emperor, gazing at the figure in the void, finally showed a trace of solemnity in his indifferent gaze.

The magical network he had woven began to collapse uncontrollably under the concentration of the other’s sword intent, spreading from the smallest twig to every corner of the spellbound ribbons.

As the sword in white began to rise slowly, all sounds of wind and snow hushed, and by the banks of Longping River, the creeks splashed ceaselessly against the painted boats, their prows lifted by the waves that threatened to capsize many vessels.

This was a power He had never seen before.

A power belonging to this ancient imperial dynasty known as Dayan.

The Xi’en Emperor’s heartbeat quickened for the first time.

And this faint, almost inaudible change, was distinctly captured by Feng Jiuxuan.

According to his nephew,

cultivators from Xi’en didn’t release their Spellcraft through meridians, but through something called a "Magic Circle" that surrounded the heart.

Thus, upon hearing that accelerated heartbeat, Feng Jiuxuan felt a twinge of hesitation.

A rare opportunity to face the mightiest across the great ocean—if he could not witness his opponent at full strength, would it not be regretful?

But as this thought flitted by, Feng Jiuxuan still made his move.

He chose to respect his opponent.

Any mercy would be an insult to a strong adversary.

Therefore, he swung his sword.

As the swirling snow and clouds mirrored the storm’s eye, a crack started to form in the clouds above with the swing of his sword.

As the sword’s force descended,

the pure moonlight snuck through the parted clouds, accompanied by wisps of falling snow, casting a tranquil beauty over all.

This was a sword stroke.

And it was also a myriad of sword strokes, pure and perfect.

A gust of wind rushed forth—Xi’en Emperor’s waterfall-like golden hair shone against the sanctified light, as if surpassing the snow.

And in that moment,

He sensed the presence of something called death for the first time in His life.

His heartbeat raced on.

It was His acceleration of the Magic Circle, as well as a physiological acceleration.

When one stands atop the pinnacle of the world for too long, when all people and things are within easy reach, the threshold for human desire climbs endlessly. Until nothing in the world can stir one’s interest, the heart no longer surges; then, that person can no longer be called human.

The descending sword intent seemed but a moment, yet also eternal, in His eyes.

The Xi’en Emperor’s godlike handsome face rippled with emotion. His thin lips curled into a smile, his eyes on the figure in white above the Sky Dome sparkled with excitement.

"You are very strong," said the Xi’en Emperor.

The moment His words spread, His heart rate reached its limit, as countless intricate spinning patterns affixed upon it lit up after a long absence.

Behind Him, four shadows, like bat wings or white wings, emerged as a huge halo ring appeared, floating.

Then,

The Xi’en Emperor slowly raised His hand towards the descending sword.

He intended to catch this falling blade head on.

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"Feng Jiuxuan has gone mad..."

Outside Di’an City, ringed by bamboo and the tinkling stream, snow scattered into the open-air pavilion next to the stream.

From there, the swordplay phenomenon in the sky above the city could be seen.

Inside the desolate pavilion sat four figures, two seated, two standing, three men and one woman.

One of the seated was a middle-aged man with an imposing bearing, a natural air of superiority between his brows.

A woman stood behind him.

Her delicate features were quite attractive, especially her large eyes.

Aside from her stunning looks, what drew more attention were the two antler-like bulges on her forehead.

This revealed her identity.

Her black hair danced wildly, and at a glance, those "antlers" seemed rather cute.

The girl’s playful eyes rolled around, lingering repeatedly upon the white-clothed man in the sky, her lips parting as if she wanted to speak. But seeing the scrupulous figure of the man in front of her, she pouted and swallowed back her curiosity.

The Middle-aged man looked up at the phenomenon in the Sky Dome and spoke with a hint of emotion,

"If this sword stroke falls, I’m afraid a good portion of your Great Flame Imperial Capital will be destroyed."

In contrast to his imposing demeanor, the elderly man seated opposite (hunched over and appearing somewhat shady) with a goatee beard, kept twirling it in his hands.

Hearing the middle-aged man’s remark, he chuckled darkly,

"With the Protective City Formation, the array inside Di’an City has withstood a thousand years of iteration; it can certainly bear the thrashing about of Feng Jiuxuan and that Saint for a while."

While the two conversed, a collision occurred in the sky above Di’an.

In the brilliance of the snowstorm, a silent wave spread outwards, the wind pressure sweeping through Di’an City’s closely packed streets and over the towering city walls, rolling out into the surrounding mountains and forests.