Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 429 - 426: Demon Blade

Chapter 429: Chapter 426: Demon Blade

"Impossible, the Heart-piercing Sword was actually broken!"

Having executed the Heart-piercing Sword, Liu Qinghe felt as if all his strength and spirit had been drained seeing that Ye Xuan had almost completely blocked the sword light without any harm, his heart filled with alarm. Before his shock could spread, he saw the sword light split into two, forcefully severed.

Slowly exhaling, Ye Xuan smiled and said, "This sword is very powerful ... Unfortunately, it is still not perfected, otherwise, I would not have been able to block it."

Had he not understood the Heart-piercing Sword, it would have been difficult to defend against. The Heart-piercing Sword is a secret technique of a Sword Dao Master, and it is not easy to unravel.

"No matter what, you broke my Heart-piercing Sword. This battle is my loss."

Liu Qinghe sighed. Although he still had some fighting power left, he had previously stated that if Ye Xuan could break this move, he would willingly admit defeat. Now, how could he go back on his word? Being a member of the Sword Sect, he could neither afford to lose face nor did he find it necessary.

"Thank you for your graciousness."

Ye Xuan also gave a salute and gently exhaled. The battle with Liu Qinghe had also significantly drained him, consuming over fifty percent of his True Qi.

With Liu Qinghe’s defeat, the crowd below had already erupted into heated discussions.

"By defeating Liu Qinghe of the Sword Sect, Ye Xuan is now the number one swordsman in the world, unrivaled in swordsmanship."

"Indeed, who would have thought that even Liu Qinghe would lose to him? I wonder who his next opponent will be, Jue Wuchen, or Dugu Hao?"

"Whoever it is, it will be a once-in-a-century duel."

In everyone’s eyes, Ye Xuan’s impact was beyond words. He had burst through from the first round all the way to the top sixteen, and the journey didn’t end there. He continuously defeated several strong contenders, leaving just the final battle to claim the top honor of the grand tournament.

Even if he lost, he would still be second place. Just defeating Liu Qinghe of the Sword Sect was enough to make Ye Xuan famous around the world.

"Indeed, each generation produces its own new talents. Soon, it might be the era of the younger generation."

Jue Wuchen, the Demon Sword, felt indescribable emotions as Ye Xuan’s victory over Liu Qinghe had strongly shaken his own standing. Even he would have to go all out, or he might well end up like Liu Qinghe, defeated by Ye Xuan.

"He’s a tough opponent!" Dugu Hao’s expression became solemn like never before. Ye Xuan’s edge made him feel threatened, but fortunately, this battle allowed him to see a lot, giving him some insight into Ye Xuan’s strength.

"I never expected this outcome."

Atop the high platform, the leader of the Divine Intent Sect and Wei Wujiu among others were immensely shocked. If previously Ye Xuan’s performance was still reasonable, now it was irrational, completely defying the heavens.

It was known that Ye Xuan was only a Fifth Grade Martial Sect in cultivation.

"Good, good."

The elderly man in a golden robe uttered the word "good" twice, then continued no further. If previously he had some hesitation, now his top choice had shifted towards Ye Xuan. If they had to make a decision now, he was very likely to choose Ye Xuan.

The result of the first battle had caused the entire venue to fall into a commotion, which only gradually subsided after several minutes.

At this moment, on the battle platform, the referee’s voice rose again.

"The second fight, Dugu Hao against Jue Wuchen."

As his voice fell, the scattered murmurs immediately converged. The attention this fight attracted was in no way inferior to the previous confrontation between Ye Xuan and Liu Qinghe, perhaps even more so.

Jue Wuchen, the Demon Sword, ranked first on the Master List, far above Liu Qinghe in ranking. His Saber Skill was unfathomably mysterious, causing all martial artists who heard his name to tremble in fear, the name Demon Sword well-known to the world.

Dugu Hao, the inheritor of a Half-Saint family, noble in status and powerful in blood lineage, equally mysterious in strength. Since the commencement of the tournament, he had not lost a single match, even defeating the previously formidable Zhao Xin.

The clash between these two was bound to be spectacular.

"The first of the Master List, Demon Sword Jue Wuchen, your reputation indeed precedes you, but sadly, today you are destined to lose to me." Dugu Hao stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an atmosphere of innate authority, with many feeling as if they could see a dharma form of a venerable figure within that presence.

"Young man, if you want to win against me, it won’t be easy. Although you are younger, this fight is crucial, so I won’t make it easy for you. Let’s begin!"

Facing Dugu Hao, Jue Wuchen’s expression was as calm as usual. He lifted the black scabbard in his hand, slowly drew out the war blade with a "clang", and as the blade flashed, a fierce brilliance swept out, cresting like waves.

"The Great Waves Filter Sand!"

Demon Sword Jue Wuchen unsheathed his blade and went straight into the first move. His technique was filled with a mix of excitement and stability, and it contained a cataclythic burst of power, much like the ever-surging, towering waves of an endless ocean that filled one’s heart with dread.

As Jue Wuchen executed his move, the ground beneath his feet suddenly twisted. Upon closer examination, the crowd saw him floating three inches above the ground, the air beneath his feet transformed into heaving waves, carrying him swiftly towards Dugu Hao. Soon, a gleam of sword light lit up, and the entire Battle Platform erupted in turmoil, pressuring Dugu Hao.

"Break!"

Dugu Hao stood firmly, his ground unshaken; he let out a low shout and his hand chopped down like a blade, relentlessly striking.

Whoosh!

The wave-like momentum was cleaved apart by his palm, and Jue Wuchen’s sword light was instantly shattered.

Bang Bang Bang!

The shattering of the sword light, seemingly expected by Jue Wuchen, had already seen him flash in front of Dugu Hao, where he enveloped the latter with a series of rapid saber attacks, blocking all possible escape routes for Dugu Hao.

From every direction, it seemed as if the entire platform was Jue Wuchen’s domain; he controlled the Battle Platform, dominating the position.

Nevertheless, though Dugu Hao was trapped by the oceanic swordsmanship, he remained calm and composed, methodically neutralizing Jue Wuchen’s assaults without facing any threat.

"A Master List top ranker and a Half-Saint Inheritor, indeed, neither are simple opponents."

Ye Xuan observed the fight closely. He needed to, for he would soon face one of them. Without understanding their techniques now, how could he anticipate their moves later?

"Devil’s Grace Strike!"

A sharp gleam flashed through Jue Wuchen’s eyes as True Yuan within him erupted. The surrounding air seemed to boil, stirring up storms, while he, carried by the storm, surged into the mid-air and fiercely slashed down his saber.

As soon as the sword light appeared, the waves parted to grant it passage, even aiding its slashing speed.

"Mercy of the Great Sorrow!"

Dugu Hao remained in his position in the area, facing Jue Wuchen’s formidable sword brilliance without retreating or evading. Instead, his hands came together in prayer, and behind him, his dharma form solidified slightly, expressionless as it struck out a Hand Seal that collided with the sword light.

Boom!

Distorted light waves radiated outward. In the center of the Battle Platform, a large hole appeared, and both fighters staggered back, each retreating several steps before coming to a halt.

However, just as Dugu Hao stabilized himself, a sly smile curled at his lips. Then, leaping into the air, he thrust out a single finger. This finger, as if squeezing out a drop of essence blood from within him, merged with the Finger Light and shot out like a laser.

Upon seeing this, Jue Wuchen’s expression changed dramatically. He promptly raised his saber slightly higher, and with a "clang," the Finger Light struck the blade. Yet, that was not the end; after hitting the saber, the Finger Light instantly dispersed, turning into threads of blood that spread and climbed up Jue Wuchen’s arm via the hilt.

These blood threads invaded, and Jue Wuchen suddenly felt a numbing pain in his palm. He sensed the True Yuan in his arm was fading away invisibly, as if being sucked dry.

"What kind of Martial Arts is this?"

Shock flashed rapidly across Jue Wuchen’s face, clearly caught off guard by the bizarre nature of Dugu Hao’s attack, which he had never seen before and was utterly unprepared for.

Nevertheless, he was no ordinary foe; upon realizing something was amiss, he quickly activated his True Yuan, trying to curb the spread of the blood threads. However, Dugu Hao was not about to let him do as he wished, and after that initial strike, he launched into a fierce offensive with a move called "Descending Dragon Mercy Hand."

Ancient totems appeared, bearing the power to subdue primeval dragons, densely manifesting in front of Jue Wuchen, causing the skies to darken and dust to swirl on the Battle Platform.

Covered by this overwhelming attack, Jue Wuchen’s face grew calmer, and his eyes slowly filled with a dark intent, making him seem as if ridden by demons, his eyes blazing with the black flames of Netherworld.

"Jue Wuchen is finally fighting with all his might."

This scene did not surprise the crowd much as they knew that apart from his overpowering and tyrannical swordsmanship, Jue Wuchen was known as the Demon Sword because at the moment of Demon Transformation, his Sword Dao was at its strongest.

"Going all out, is it?"

Dugu Hao’s eyes sharpened. In his view, Jue Wuchen’s aura had changed from the stable vastness of an ocean to a brutal stormy sea, tinged with a newfound ferocity and bloodlust.

"Demon Blade Sky Moon Breaking!"

Jue Wuchen gripped his saber with both hands. On the blade, as if ignited, a layer of Netherworld flame blazed. After swinging it, the flame formed into a dark crescent moon. As soon as this black crescent appeared, it cleaved through with a relentless force, seemingly splitting the entire Battle Platform in two.