The Unparalleled Sword Emperor
Chapter 372 - 371: Three Swords of the Saint Moon

Chapter 372: Chapter 371: Three Swords of the Saint Moon

"Who said I will lose! This sword, it will surely cut you down!"

Lin Bai raised his sword, a cold light flashing upon the Qingge Sword.

Tang Yuan burst into wild laughter, for his third move of the Tyrant Dragon Fist, he held unstoppable confidence. Even if he couldn’t kill Lin Bai, Lin Bai couldn’t kill him with just a single sword strike.

"Haha, I really want to see, do you have three heads and six arms, that this single sword could kill me?" Tang Yuan’s laughter did not stop.

"Lin Bai, let me be your defeat."

Tang Yuan’s fist struck out powerfully, shaking heaven and earth, seeming to consume the rivers and mountains.

Under the power of this punch, Lin Bai nearly felt the space in front of him violently shifting, as though it was to be shattered by Tang Yuan’s fist.

Tang Tianhao, upon seeing the events unfold, revealed a smile on his face. He knew in his heart: the Households Marquis was secure.

"Divine Power! Gentle Sword!"

Observing Tang Yuan’s punch launching towards him, Lin Bai performed his Divine Power.

Sword skill like the wind, a gentle breeze brushing against the face.

A seemingly soft sword strike was launched, yet the moment before it reached Tang Yuan’s face, the lethal intent was fully revealed.

This sword, comfortably warm, was filled with limitless killing intent.

"Not good!"

Tang Yuan’s pupils contracted fiercely, fear clear in his eyes. He urgently flew back, wishing to evade this sword strike.

"Wanting to leave? Too late."

Lin sighed coldly, thrusting his sword forward.

The Sword Qi immediately rose into the sky and struck out.

Only a "puchi" sound was heard, as Tang Yuan’s head was beheaded by Lin Bai’s sword.

Thud!

A loud noise resounded when the head fell to the ground, bringing the audience back to reality from the rapidly changing battlefield.

"Just now, just now, wasn’t Tang Yuan about to defeat Lin Bai?!"

"How is it that in an instant, Tang Yuan was killed?!"

"Exactly, Lin Bai’s sword just now clearly lacked any power, how could it have killed Tang Yuan?"

"What on earth is going on?"

All the warriors who witnessed this were incessantly exclaiming.

They simply could not comprehend how this single sword strike could have killed Tang Yuan.

Including, Tuoba Feng.

At that moment, Tuoba Feng was laughing heartily. "Hahaha, Lin Bai, this is already the third sword, you lose... Eh, how is this possible! How is this possible!"

Before Tuoba Feng could finish speaking, he saw Tang Yuan’s head flying, instantly screaming out in shock.

The confident smile at the corner of Tang Tianhao’s mouth abruptly disappeared. Murderous intent surfaced in his eyes as he roared, "No! Yuan! My son..."

Tang Tianhao’s face was filled with anguish, his heart like dead ashes.

At that moment, with Tang Yuan’s death in battle, Tang Tianhao felt as though his world had turned gray.

Tang Yuan was his only son, indulged from a young age, Tang Tianhao had never let him suffer any grievances. Tang Yuan’s martial arts talent had been the pride that Tang Tianhao boasted about his entire life.

As one of the, ’Three Heroes and Four Talents,’ Tang Yuan had added a lot of luster to Tang Tianhao’s reputation.

Tang Tianhao even took advantage of his position to acquire the Tyrant Dragon Fist from the Sheng Yue Sect for Tang Yuan to practice.

This made Tang Yuan the top expert among the Three Heroes and Four Talents, second only to the geniuses of the Three Swords of the Saint Moon.

Yet at this moment, his lifetime’s hard work, his pride, his only son Tang Yuan, was so easily beheaded by Lin Bai.

Lin Bai picked up Tang Yuan’s storage bag and took a look inside, finding the secret manual of the Tyrant Dragon Fist: "This Tyrant Dragon Fist is quite interesting. I might consider practicing it when I have the opportunity."

"I said if I couldn’t kill you within three sword strikes, I’d admit defeat. Now for the third sword, I’ve already slain him." Lin Bai directed his sword towards Tuoba Feng, speaking lightly.

Infuriated, Tuoba Feng crushed the wine cup in his hand, roaring: "Zhao Liu! Kill him, I’ll give you unrivalled power, the highest position, stunning beauties, and incalculable wealth!"

With a face ashen, Tang Tianhao glared at Zhao Liu angrily, saying, "Zhao Liu, I know you’ve always wanted to train in the Tyrant Dragon Fist. If you can avenge Yuan, I’ll give the Tyrant Dragon Fist to you for cultivation."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Liu felt as if he’d been favored by Lady Luck herself.

The promises of Tuoba Feng and Tang Tianhao left him stunned.

It seemed that by killing Lin Bai, he’d obtain power, position, women, and that Tyrant Dragon Fist book, which was unparalleled in the Lingdong 700 States - blessings others could only dream of in their lifetime.

His fortune had taken a turn.

Zhao Liu felt once he returned from this battlefield, he’d be able to challenge the King of Sheng Yue.

"Rest assured, Your Highness and Elder, I will definitely kill this person to avenge our disciples of the Sheng Yue Sect and glorify the Dayue Kingdom," Zhao Liu proclaimed passionately as he flew up.

Everyone saw a man leaping down from the Dragon Throne and landing in the midst of the battlefield.

Seeing Lin Bai kill Tang Yuan, Chu Jiangliu excitedly shouted, "Our Prince Consort is invincible, he can even slay the Three Heroes and Four Talents of the Sheng Yue Sect with three sword strikes!"

"So powerful!"

"Having Prince Consort with us is genuinely a blessing for our Shenwu Kingdom!"

"Indeed, with Prince Consort, our Shenwu Kingdom will be solid as mountains and rivers forever!"

A group of crown princes shouted excitedly.

Murong Qi, witnessing this, felt a surge of fear, murmuring to herself, "How long has it been? You’ve already grown this much? You’re even catching up to the Saintess."

Wu Jian quietly commented, "It’s nothing. If I gave it my all, I could also kill Tang Yuan within three sword strikes."

Fire Spirit showed a faint smile but did not continue speaking. However, a hint of hesitation in her eyes gave away her thoughts.

Fire Spirit knew, she couldn’t kill Tang Yuan within three sword strikes.

The First Princess lit up, delighted that Lin Bai hadn’t let her down.

"A formidable opponent is approaching." Ji Bei and Ji Bai didn’t even have time to rejoice before they saw a stern man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes landing opposite Lin Bai.

"It’s Zhao Liu!"

Ji Bei exclaimed in shock.

Ji Bai calmly noted, "Even Zhao Liu had to step in. His swordsmanship is practically divine and he’s considered the invincible amongst his peers. A member of The Three Swords of Saint Moon."

"Indeed. Lin Bai is in danger now," Ji Bei said ominously.

Seeing Zhao Liu join the fray, Chu Jiangliu’s smile froze on his face.

Naturally, he knew Zhao Liu’s reputation was enormous.

Chu Jiangliu quickly warned Lin Bai, "Prince Consort, be careful! This man is one of the Three Swords of Sheng Yue, Zhao Liu. His fame and reputation are in no way inferior to yours both in the Sheng Yue Sect and Dayue Kingdom."

Hearing Chu Jiangliu’s warning, Lin Bai peered at Zhao Liu with a light smile, saying, "The Three Swords of Sheng Yue, I know you by reputation. Seems you’re amongst the greatest geniuses in the Dayue Kingdom, second only to the King of Sheng Yue."

Zhao Liu sneered coldly, "A dead man doesn’t deserve to waste my words."

"Lin Bai, I also know you. Your name has spread to the Dayue Kingdom after the battle in Chaoyang Palace."

"But unfortunately for you, your legend will come to an end here at my hands."

"Since you said you’d kill us within three sword strikes, then fine, I’ll share a message with you too..."

"Listen clearly, I’ll decapitate you within two sword strikes, and if I fail, I’ll sever my heart arteries in your presence."

Zhao Liu spoke with an emotionless face and an unwavering tone of self-confidence.

Lin Bai smirked. He didn’t believe that Zhao Liu could kill him within two sword strokes at all.

"Oh? Well, why don’t you give it a try?" Lin Bai sneered disapprovingly.