The Unparalleled Sword Emperor
Chapter 1632 - 1629: The Skeleton on the Black Flag!

Chapter 1632: Chapter 1629: The Skeleton on the Black Flag!

There are nearly twenty to thirty thousand warriors here, including Lin Bai, each of them at the Perfect Yin Saint Realm. Some are even powerful experts of the Yangshen Realm, their eyes fixated on the nine storm circles!

"These nine storm circles, one linked to the another, with each circle possessing even more terrifying power than the last — to break through all nine storm circles and seize those blood crystals... I fear only extraordinary individuals can accomplish that."

Lin Bai narrowed his eyes slightly, secretly glancing around, hoping to spot Yejian Jun.

Though many of the warriors gathered here harbored personal grudges, the sheer abundance of blood crystals compelled them to put aside their enmity and focus on grabbing the blood crystals first.

"I can’t wait anymore! If none of you dare to go, then I’ll be the first to test the storm circle’s power!"

At this moment, a Yin Saint Realm warrior from the Saint Seal Sect gritted his teeth and charged forward. He gathered all his spiritual power to form a protective shield around his body as he approached the ninth storm circle.

As he stepped into the ninth storm circle, the gazes of all thirty thousand warriors converged on this Saint Seal Sect warrior.

The moment he set foot in the storm circle, he took only a few steps forward before the cyan-colored protective shield around his body was furiously ravaged by the black storm, gradually showing cracks, and then exploded with a deafening sound.

The warrior’s expression turned panic-stricken in an instant, frantically retreating, but just at that moment, the black storm swirled forward, its razor-sharp, blade-like winds slicing through his skin. His blood was sucked dry and transformed into blood crystals, which floated beneath the black flag!

Hiss—

Witnessing the warrior’s gruesome fate, the thousands of warriors collectively inhaled a cold breath, quietly exclaiming: The ninth storm circle is already this powerful—doesn’t that mean the other eight storm circles ahead are even more terrifying?

"Could it be that only warriors at the fourth level of the Yangshen Realm can make it through? Are all others simply incapable of stepping inside?"

"Those blood crystals..."

"Sigh..."

Many warriors gazed red-eyed at the blood crystals beneath the black flag, but the fearsome might of the nine storm circles left them sighing repeatedly.

After that Saint Seal Sect warrior made his move, several more warriors, disregarding their lives, attempted to step into the storm circles.

"Such a large number of blood crystals—if I don’t at least try for them, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life!"

"I wonder how far I’ll make it through the storm circles!"

"If it kills me, then so be it!"

One warrior after another gritted their teeth and cautiously stepped into the storm circles.

Lin Bai stood at a distance, not hurriedly entering the storm circles yet, but instead looking through the crowd for any trace of Yejian Jun.

After several warriors headed toward the storm circles, Lin Bai finally spotted, 30,000 meters away on his left, a young man wearing a five-color disciple robe. His expression was resolute as he stared intently at the black flag!

It was Yejian Jun!

However, what Yejian Jun was looking at wasn’t the blood crystals—it was the black flag!

It seemed the black flag intrigued him much more!

Yejian Jun stared blankly at the black flag for a moment before slightly withdrawing his gaze. Noticing Lin Bai’s look, he glanced to the right, spotted Lin Bai, smiled faintly, and nodded as if greeting him.

Soon after, Yejian Jun took a step forward, gathering his strength to form a protective shield, and then strode into the black storm.

Yejian Jun’s strength was astonishing. As soon as he entered the black storm, he barely paused before moving forward in a single stride, passing through the ninth storm circle and heading straight for the eighth!

Seeing this, the warriors still struggling within the ninth storm circle cried out in disbelief: "Who is that? How can his strength be so formidable? The black storm of the ninth circle doesn’t seem to harm him at all!"

"The five-color disciple robe—that’s the Junior Sword Venerate of the Heaven-reaching Sword Sect!"

"It’s Yejian Jun!"

"One of the monstrous geniuses!"

"Damn it, is Yejian Jun really this strong? I remember he’s only been a Junior Sword Venerate of the Heaven-reaching Sword Sect for less than ten years!"

"What’s he compared to? Don’t forget, the Heaven-reaching Sword Sect produced another monstrous genius—Dongfang Bai, who became the Junior Sword Venerate less than three years ago, yet already possesses the power to challenge the Saints of other sects!"

"The Junior Sword Venerates of the Heaven-reaching Sword Sect, truly each one of them is extraordinary—dragons among men."

The warriors in the ninth storm circle collectively stared in astonishment at Yejian Jun as he moved into the eighth storm circle, their expressions filled with dread.

Lin Bai froze, gazing at Yejian Jun’s back, and muttered, "What is he looking at?"

Suddenly, Lin Bai narrowed his eyes and followed Yejian Jun’s gaze toward the black flag...

As Lin Bai looked closely, his pupils shrunk in shock!

Lin Bai spotted, on the very tip of the black flag, a skeletal figure sitting cross-legged. This figure had been long dead, its flesh rotted away, leaving only bare white bones.

The skeleton sat cross-legged atop the black flag. From the ground, it appeared no larger than an ant. If Lin Bai hadn’t inspected it meticulously, he might not have noticed the skeleton at all!

Around the waist of that black skeleton hung a dust-covered storage bag.

Yejian Jun’s gaze had been fixed on that storage bag!

"Is that the skeleton of an ancient warrior?"

"And there’s a storage bag?"

Lin Bai’s eyes gleamed, his thoughts racing: "This skeleton, seated atop the black flag—could it be the original owner of the black flag?"

"Such astonishing black storms emanating from the black flag are enough to obliterate both Yin Saint Realm and Yangshen Realm warriors—it suggests that this black flag is likely a weapon above Extreme Martial Spiritual Artifacts..."

"Could Yejian Jun be aiming to obtain the black flag?"

"This black flag has stood in this world for countless years, untouched. It’s likely that no one has figured out how to control it. But if that skeleton truly is the flag’s master, there might be a way to control it inside the storage bag!"

Lin Bai narrowed his eyes: "I can’t let Yejian Jun acquire the black flag. Otherwise, trying to kill him will cost me far too much effort!"

Deciding this, Lin Bai’s spiritual power surged through his body. The Five Elements Divine Pill within him spun endlessly, channeling spiritual power to form a shimmering five-color defense shield around him.

With a firm step forward, Lin Bai entered the ninth storm circle.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Inside the storm circle, the storm’s blades howled like knives, furiously assaulting Lin Bai’s ears, and these sharp blasts struck against his protective shield with thunderous crashes.

Lin Bai glanced at his shield and muttered inwardly: "The black storm of the ninth circle isn’t too strong—it’s about equivalent to the storm that swept across this land just now..."

Lin Bai continued moving within the ninth storm circle, his eyes fixed ahead. He noticed that Yejian Jun had now reached the sixth storm circle and hadn’t paused at all as he proceeded forward!

"Yejian Jun!" Lin Bai’s eyes glinted with a growing ferocity as he crossed the ninth storm circle and advanced onward!