The Unparalleled Sword Emperor
Chapter 1597 - 1594: Qi Xuan! Are you so shameless?

Chapter 1597: Chapter 1594: Qi Xuan! Are you so shameless?

"What! What do you want?" Qi Xuan’s eyes widened in disbelief as he asked.

"Didn’t hear me clearly? Let me say it again." Lin Bai said coldly, "I want the arm of every Qimen Martial Artist who has ridiculed the Seventy-two Sword Cultivators of Xian Dong Mountain, and I also want both arms of you, Qi Xuan Junior Swordmaster!"

"Did you hear that clearly this time?"

Lin Bai’s words resounded with gravity as he looked steadfastly at Qi Xuan and spoke.

Lin Bai’s statement immediately stunned the 200,000 Warriors gathered on Martial God Mountain!

"Dongfang Bai... this..."

"Damn it!"

"It’s one thing for the other martial artists from Qimen, but Dongfang Bai is actually demanding Qi Xuan’s arms; being a Junior Sword Venerate, if he cuts off his arms in public, he’ll likely have no face left to continue being called a Junior Sword Venerate."

"I feel that if it wasn’t for giving face to his Sect and knowing that killing is not allowed within the Sect, Dongfang Bai would probably want to wager his life against Qi Xuan and Qimen’s martial artists!"

"What a joke, that’s the Demonic Sword we’re talking about. The Demonic Sword’s value is heavier than Qi Xuan and all the Qimen Martial Artists combined. Since Dongfang Bai Sword Master has put the Demonic Sword at stake, it’s not too much for Qi Xuan and Qimen’s martial artists to wager an arm."

Currently, over 200,000 Sword Cultivators are gathered on Martial God Mountain, most of whom are from the Inner Gate, all curiously looking towards Qi Xuan to see if he would agree.

Qi Xuan stood there, stunned, thinking: If I truly lose and have to cut off my arm in public, it will be so humiliating that I won’t have the face to stay in Heaven-reaching Sword Sect anymore.

But if I win, the Demonic Sword will belong to me!

Qi Xuan’s gaze grew determined as he glanced at the Demonic Sword on the ground, his eyes eventually lighting up with fervor. Gritting his teeth with a resolute look, he said, "Fine, Junior Brother Dongfang, I’ll take your bet!"

Lin Bai spoke coldly, "What if you lose and your Qimen martial artists refuse to cut off an arm? What then?"

Qi Xuan answered coldly, "If they refuse to cut off an arm, after I cut off both my arms in public, I will kowtow to you three times!"

"It’s a deal!"

Lin Bai immediately agreed.

After the negotiation between Qi Xuan and Lin Bai was concluded, Qi Xuan turned his sharp gaze towards Meng Chunrui, saying with utmost intensity, "Bring out all of your abilities to defeat Nie Xiong for me!"

Meng Chunrui heard this and let out a low, cold laugh, "Understood, Junior Sword Venerate. Please be assured."

Lin Bai looked towards Nie Xiong.

Nie Xiong stood in the midst of the arena, having already heard the conversation between Lin Bai and Qi Xuan. His expression was incredibly solemn as he said, "Senior Brother Dongfang, rest assured, as long as I’m alive, I won’t admit defeat!"

Lin Bai said indifferently, "Nie Xiong, don’t feel too much pressure. I believe in you, fight freely."

Nie Xiong nodded slightly.

At that moment, Meng Chunrui leaped out, landing in the arena, standing opposite Nie Xiong!

At this time, an attendant brought a chair over for Lin Bai, allowing him to sit next to Qi Xuan.

Both of them watched the confrontation between Nie Xiong and Meng Chunrui intently.

As Meng Chunrui landed in the arena, standing opposite Nie Xiong, he took out a Treasure Sword from his Storage Bag and, with a sneer, said, "It seems that today, not only will the Seventy-two Sword Cultivators of Xian Dong Mountain lose, but Dongfang Bai will also forfeit the Demonic Sword because of this!"

Nie Xiong’s eyes were fierce, "Isn’t it a bit early to be saying that?"

Meng Chunrui sneered, "Nie Xiong, do you really think you can contend with me?"

"I had already reached the Perfect Yin Saint Realm three years ago, and after biding my time for these years, I have cultivated my Realm of Comprehension to the Middle Stage. You fighting me would be nothing but an act of self-humiliation."

Meng Chunrui’s sword was as sharp as ever, pointed coldly at Nie Xiong.

"Since that’s the case, there’s no need for further words. Let’s see the truth in the clash of blades," Nie Xiong responded with a cold light flashing from his Sharp Sword, suddenly dashing towards Meng Chunrui with a swift assault.

A dazzling and extraordinary sword glow swung lavishly, aiming sharply at Meng Chunrui.

Meng Chunrui snorted coldly, his sword soaring as he met the attack with an equally sharp Sword Skill.

Immediately, on the plaza of Martial God Mountain, the two peerless Sword Cultivators exchanged fierce and aggressive moves.

Lin Bai and Qi Xuan sat on the Spectator Stand watching the battle unfold.

Especially Qi Xuan, who wore a Solemn expression, his eyes flickering with a hint of dark intent.

"My god, when did Nie Xiong become so formidable? His Realm of Comprehension seems to have almost reached the Late Stage!"

"Indeed, Nie Xiong’s Sword Skill appears to be much stronger than Meng Chunrui’s."

"Not just that, Nie Xiong is probably not far behind Li Chou."

Many onlooking Warriors could see the subtleties in the exchange of a hundred moves between Nie Xiong and Meng Chunrui.

In the first fifty moves, Meng Chunrui could still somewhat hold his own against Nie Xiong.

But by the latter fifty moves, Meng Chunrui’s Sword Skill was clearly at a disadvantage, being gradually suppressed by Nie Xiong.

"The outcome is decided," Lin Bai, seeing this, sat back comfortably in his chair, a cold smile slowly forming on his lips. If nothing unexpected happens, within another fifty moves, Nie Xiong will be able to defeat Meng Chunrui directly!

"Senior Brother Nie Xiong, well done!"

"Senior Brother Nie Xiong is so strong, Meng Chunrui is simply courting death!"

"Indeed, if it were before our return from the Hanhai Demon Kingdom, perhaps Meng Chunrui could have easily defeated Senior Brother Nie Xiong. But now that we’ve come back, even if it were me to make a move, I could easily defeat Meng Chunrui."

The Seventy-two Swordsmen of the Fairy Cave Mountain standing below the Spectator Stand laughed and spoke one after another.

They too had noticed that Nie Xiong was merely one step away from victory in this battle!

"Damn it! How can his swordsmanship be so strong! This can’t be possible!" Meng Chunrui, under the oppressive force of Nie Xiong’s Sword Skill, had a pale Face, veins bulging, and sweat beads overflowing from his forehead, clearly on the verge of collapse.

"Just accept your defeat." At this moment, Nie Xiong’s Sword Skill unfolded brilliantly, a peerlessly sharp stab breaking through Meng Chunrui’s defenses, aiming straight for Meng Chunrui’s throat.

If this stab were to land, even if Meng Chunrui did not die, he would certainly be gravely injured!

"This is bad!" Meng Chunrui’s footsteps hastily retreated in disarray, but Nie Xiong’s sword was faster, catching up to Meng Chunrui right away.

Meng Chunrui’s expression turned to panic, and he suddenly looked back at Qi Xuan on the Spectator Stand!

Seeing Meng Chunrui about to lose, Qi Xuan’s face changed drastically, and a sinister mood spread across his face. After glancing at Lin Bai, the hand hidden in his sleeve subtly flipped, and a sword light flew straight out from his sleeve!

The sword light that flew out from Qi Xuan’s sleeve was full of might, and an aura of terrifying Sword’s Arrival condensed within it.

The moment the sword light flew out, it reached behind Nie Xiong, and the chilling aura made Nie Xiong’s whole body change expression abruptly. He hurriedly withdrew his sword, turning around and slashing out fiercely!

Just at this moment, Lin Bai’s eyes blazed fiercely, and with a single thought, the Flying Swords within his Dantian surged out, and in a flash, they shattered the sword light in midair!

"Qi Xuan! How shameless can you be?" Lin Bai stood up furiously from his chair, bellowing with a loud voice that echoed throughout the peaks of Martial God Mountain!