A Good Romance
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When was the last time he came to the Heaven's Sword Sect?
Ling Han couldn't help but reveal a dazed expression, as if he returned to ten thousand years ago, when he was invited by the Sword Emperor to come here to refine pills, and it was here that he swindled the Three Styles of Black Origin.
Ten thousand years passed, and this place didn't seem to have changed at all, as if it was yesterday.
"Wu …"
The horn sounded, and countless people flew out from various places in the mountains. This mountain-guarding formation was broken, so the entire sect was obviously mobilized.
The auras of elites rose and fell, frightening and astonishing.
If these people joined forces and attacked together, would the vast lands instantly collapse? However, with the existence of the Eye of Heavenly Dao, it shouldn't be so, and it would definitely interfere to maintain the stability of this realm.
For the Eye of Heavenly Dao, as long as the order of this realm wasn't destroyed, it wouldn't care no matter how many people were killed.
Azure Phoenix Divine Empress and Beast Snake King were both here, and counting them, the number of Shattering Void Tier elites was actually in the hundreds. It could be seen that the five great sects should have used all their resources to fight a decisive battle to the death with the Purple Moon Empire here.
After this battle, the world would be at peace …
A feeling of disbelief rose up in Ling Han; this was too easy, wasn't it?
Thinking again, the Purple Moon Empire certainly grasped overwhelming power. Even if Ma Duo Bao didn't make a move, the eight kings already beat the five sects to a pulp, and in the end, they could only defend this last place.
Now that a decisive battle happened, it seemed reasonable.
"Esteemed guests have come from afar, and I didn't go out to greet you. Forgive me, forgive me …" An amiable-looking old man walked out. He was tall and slender, with a head full of white hair and a white beard, wearing a coarse hemp robe.
When he walked out like this, even the Sword King and Azure Phoenix Divine Empress took a step back in unplanned unison, making way for him to take his place.
Now, there were only four similarly white-haired old men, four men and one woman, that could stand side by side with this old man. They were definitely old antiques, and it was obvious that their vitality had declined.
It was very strange. The five sects clearly had the Time Source Fluid, which could seal the loss of their own life. After the reckoning, they could enter the immortal realm to break through, and then become immortals, their lifespan would be terrifyingly increased.
"Haha, is this to deal with powerful enemies like us?" Justice Mountain King sneered.
"It is impossible to break through to the Immortal Level in this world, so the longer one spends, the higher the possibility of advancing further in the Shattering Void Tier, and increasing one's battle prowess to fifteen Stars, sixteen Stars, or even higher," the Flame King continued.
"However, fourteen stars is a threshold. Every subsequent star is as difficult as ascending to the heavens!"
"Even Shattering Void Tier cultivators only have a lifespan of a little over a thousand years. So what if they spend their entire life studying? Their natural talent is there for all to see. If they can only reach twelve Stars of battle prowess in their prime, then even if they die of old age, they'll at most reach fourteen Stars.
The Eight Kings spoke one after another, not minding the five elders at all.
"Haha, I've long since heard that the Eight Kings are heroic and matchless, and that their divine skills are unrivaled. Today I finally get to see them for myself." The old man from before wasn't angry at all. Instead, he laughed and said, "How about we make a bet?"
"A bunch of losers. What qualifications do you have to bet with us?" sneered the eight kings.
"You don't dare?" the elder provoked.
Although the Eight Kings were heroic, they would never act rashly. None of them spoke up.
This time, they were here to pacify the five sects, so what bet?
Yet Ma Duo Bao smiled, and said, "What bet?"
"We're martial artists, so the bet is obviously on strength." The old man laughed. "Let's both sides send out nine people to fight one-on-one. Whichever side wins five rounds, wins this bet!"
The Eight Kings were all stunned. Fight nine rounds? Did you know that the Eight Kings plus Ma Duo Bao just happened to be nine people, which also happened to be the strongest battle force of the Purple Moon Empire?
This kind of one-on-one duel could be said to be the Purple Moon Empire's strongest suit.
Using one's weakness to fight another's strength … so stupid … but the five sects had so many old foxes, so how could they all be stupid?
Ma Duo Bao continued to ask, "What if we win, and what if we lose?"
This was the key. Otherwise, it wouldn't hurt or itch even if they lost, so a bet was fine.
The old man said, "If we lose, we'll pledge allegiance to the Purple Moon Empire, and you can deal with us however you want."
With that said, even the Eight Kings were moved.
Did the other party have too much to eat, or was his brain damaged or kicked by a donkey?
Ma Duo Bao smiled as if he didn't care, and said, "Then what if we lose?"
"Within a hundred years, no more fighting!" The old man raised a finger.
The conditions of this bet could be said to be extremely unfair. If the five sects lost, their lives would be dealt with at will, but if the Purple Moon Empire lost, they would only be unable to raise their troops within a hundred years. For normal people, a hundred years was a lifetime, but for Shattering Void Tier elites, a hundred years was only ten years for normal people.
Ma Duo Bao revealed a puzzled expression. The five sects could only rely on the number of Shattering Void Tier elites. As the saying went, many ants could bite an elephant to death, and there was strength in numbers. However, he was obviously unafraid. Aside from himself, no one knew how powerful his strength was.
Now, the five sects gave up their advantage in numbers, and wanted to fight one-on-one with them. This was really pitifully stupid!
What was the reason behind this?
The old man raised another finger, and said with a smile, "However, we have a restriction …"
This was the main point?
"That is, Your Majesty cannot participate in the battle!"
Ma Duo Bao couldn't participate in the battle, which indeed made the Purple Moon Empire lose a super battle force, but the problem was that the Eight Kings were practically invincible. Up until now, aside from the giant silver spider in the Fire Country's ancient mining area and Yi Shuang Shuang, there shouldn't be any living Shattering Void Tier fifteen Stars of battle prowess, right?
Even if the five sects could find these two, and the Eight Kings lost these two matches … well, wouldn't they still be able to guarantee a steady victory in six matches?
Strange!
"Do you dare?" the old general said.
Ma Duo Bao pondered slightly, then nodded, and said, "All right, I accept this bet!"
After all, the other party had over a hundred Shattering Void Tier elites, and as long as a few escaped, they could wreak havoc in the world, which was enough to cause massive damage to the power of the nation. Thus, if they could subdue the enemy without fighting, this was the best strategy.
The old man laughed, and said, "Since that's the case, then we'll send someone out first for the first match, and rotate for the next match. Such an exchange, Your Majesty can accept it?"
"Yes!" Ma Duo Bao agreed.
"An Yun, you'll fight in the first match," the old man said.
"Yes!" the Sword King agreed. His figure soared into the air, stopping a hundred miles above the mountain peak, and said, "Eight Kings, who will fight with me?"
"I'll do it!" The Lunar King also soared, standing beside the Sword King.
The first match was obviously won by the Purple Moon Empire.
The Sword King was indeed very strong, comprehending Sword Heart, but he hadn't reached the ninth layer of the Shattering Void Tier, and his battle prowess was only eleven Stars. How could he rival the Lunar King? This wasn't a contest on the same level at all.
"Please!" The Sword King wasn't afraid, and formed a sword seal in his hand, looking elegant and graceful.
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