The Sword Son of the Li Clan, Li Ran, had his throat slit by a single sword.
The Sword Son of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Jian Feng, walked down the platform, conceding.
The sudden turn of events caused the spectators to feel a little surreal.
Today, the Li Clan and the Heavenly Sword Sect had reached an agreement. The final battle should have been between Li Ran and Jian Feng. Their battle would determine the ownership of the sword range.
But the Zong Clan, which was previously disregarded, produced a new generation of Sword Sons. Using the most domineering manner, he obtained first place in the third battle.
Not only that, from the start to the end, he only unleashed a single sword strike.
With a single sword strike, he obtained first place, seizing control of the sword range.
This victory meant that the sword range would belong to the Zong Clan for the next ten years.
The Li Clan, Zong Clan and Heavenly Sword Sect, each side won one. But the Zong Clan was the final victor in the battle between Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns.
"In the end, scheming against oneself." Zong Yi faintly spoke, his words causing many to sigh as they silently nodded in their hearts.
If the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Li Clan didn't reach an agreement and fought for victory in the first two battles, maybe one of them would have a chance to win two consecutive battles. But the other two would have no chance at all.
However, they were so confident in their own Sword Sons. Hence, they ignored the Zong Clan, wanting to eliminate the Zong Clan first. But in the end, they helped the Zong Clan.
Such an ending, nobody would have thought of it.
Qin Wentian sheathed his sword as he slowly walked back to the Zong Clan's crowd. The gazes of the Zong Clan's members were all filled with fanaticism as they stared at him.
This was the Sword Son of the Zong Clan. At this moment, it was as though Qin Wentian's surname wasn't even mentioned by them. He had brought glory to the Zong Clan. His words were truly beautiful. In front of everyone in the Sword Reverence City, he had ruthlessly slapped the faces of the Li Clan and Heavenly Sword Sect.
However, Qin Wentian was extremely quiet, as though nothing had happened at all. To him, this battle wasn't too challenging. Even if he won, there was nothing to be proud of. He could just leave the rest to Zong Yi, there was no need for him to worry. But after he gained control of the sword range, he could freely enter and exit the sword range and properly sense the sword intent of the demon sword.
The second level of his Mandate of Swords was comprehended from the demon sword.
"Isn't it time for the Heavenly Sword Sect to retreat?" Zong Yi calmly spoke. According to the rules, his Zong Clan was the victor. In that case, for the next ten years, his Zong Clan would be in control of the sword range. The experts from the Heavenly Sword Sect naturally had to retreat.
The Sect Leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Jian Wuyou, calmly stared at Zong Yi as a cold smile appeared on his face. This scene caused Zong Yi to frown. Could it be that the Heavenly Sword Sect was going to go back on their words?
The three major powers of the Sword Reverence City had maintained a balance of power for far too many years. None of them dared to say that they would be able to devour the other two. And because the three powers were still divided into different levels, two of them wouldn't join forces to annihilate the other two. Once the third party was annihilated, the weaker of the two remaining powers would be in danger.
It was precisely because of this that this balance had always been maintained.
"Brother Zong, there are some things I have to remind you. If it was in the past, if our Zong Clan won, the sword range would belong to us for the next ten years. But today's battle is merely a formality. As for the control of the sword range, Brother Zong can forget about it."
Jian Wuyou faintly spoke, his words causing expressions of interest to appear on the faces of the spectators. If the Heavenly Sword Sect violated the rules, it would undoubtedly be a provocation to the Zong Clan.
"Sect Leader Jian, do you think that the Heavenly Sword Sect is so powerful that they can disregard the existence of my Zong Clan?" Zong Yi's voice was filled with coldness, yet Jian Wuyou acted as though he didn't hear it. He coldly laughed, "It's not my Heavenly Sword Sect. There are others who wish to mine the sword range. These people are the esteemed guests of my Heavenly Sword Sect. I'm advising you now because it's for the good of Brother Zong."
"Is that so? In that case, I, Zong, would like to ask, who is the one who wishes to mine the sword range?" Zong Yi stared at Jian Wuyou calmly.
"Me."
At this moment, a person behind Jian Wuyou spoke. Before this, this person had been standing at the very back with his eyes closed in meditation, completely unremarkable. Only now did the spectators discover that this person's dressing was completely different from those from the Heavenly Sword Sect. He was clad in luxurious golden robes, and an intense sense of arrogance could be seen on his face. His entire person exuded a sense of sharpness.
This person walked out and inclined his head slightly, staring at Zong Yi as he casually stated, "There was originally no need for this battle. It's just that Jian Wuyou wanted to follow the rules set by the previous generations, so I allowed it. But no matter what the ending is, for the next ten years, the rights to mine the sword range shall still belong to the Heavenly Sword Sect. Outsiders are not allowed to interfere."
The tone of this luxuriously dressed middle-aged man was filled with arrogance, leaving no room for doubt. The other two major powers of the Sword Reverence City, regardless of the Zong Clan or the Li Clan, had no qualifications to doubt him.
"If that's the case, why do you still want to follow the rules set by the previous generations? How laughable." Zong Yi faintly spoke. "Dare I ask who you are?"
"You don't need to know." The middle-aged man continued, "As for the battle earlier, it was Jian Wuyou who insisted on sending out the members of his Heavenly Sword Sect. If I wanted to lead the battle, it would be a piece of cake. How would you, Sword Son, have a chance to win?"
"Is that so?"
Zong Yi countered with a question. "Since you put it this way, I, Zong, would like to see for myself how the first-level Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns you sent would be able to defeat the Sword Son of my Zong Clan. If my Zong Clan loses this battle, I will immediately retreat without saying a single word. Not only that, my Zong Clan will gift you with 100,000 fourth-layer Yuan Meteor Stones. How about it?"
"Mhm?" Upon hearing Zong Yi's words, the countenances of the crowd stiffened. What a strong self-confidence, Zong Yi didn't even inquire about the identity of his opponent, yet he dared to act so domineeringly. Most probably, he was from a major power that came from outside. But since the middle-aged man said that he could easily lead the battle, Zong Yi wanted to see who would be able to defeat the Sword Son of the Zong Clan.
Those from the Zong Clan were all stunned. Zong Yi was extremely confident in his Sword Son, Qin Wen.
If they knew that their Sword Son was the top ranker in the Heavenly Fate Rankings, and had dominated the demon-level geniuses of Grand Xia when he was at the ninth level of Yuanfu, they would also be as confident as Zong Yi. Since he was invincible at the same level as him during the Heavenly Fate Rankings, who would be able to defeat him now that he was at the first level of Heavenly Dipper?
The middle-aged man furrowed his brows. He was the one who spoke first, yet Zong Yi made use of his words to issue a challenge. Not only that, Zong Yi also offered such a huge bet. If he didn't accept it, it would undoubtedly be akin to smacking his own face.
"100,000 Yuan Meteor Stones, what a huge bet." The middle-aged man coldly laughed. "Since this is the case, I will accept it."
"What would happen if your subordinate is defeated?" Zong Yi didn't show any signs of anger, he was extremely calm.
"Defeated?" The middle-aged man had never imagined that in the Sword Reverence City, with a cultivation base at the first level of Heavenly Dipper, there would be someone who could defeat the Heaven's Chosen of the Wang Clan, Wang Jue. Although Wang Jue was defeated in the Heavenly Fate Rankings and had encountered many demon-level geniuses, it was still undeniable that he was extremely powerful. After stepping into Heavenly Dipper, he was still a target to be nurtured. How could there be anyone in the Sword Reverence City who could be his opponent?
If the middle-aged man had gone to the Ancient Kingdom of Grand Xia to witness the ranking battle of the Heavenly Fate Rankings, he wouldn't have thought this way.
Right now, the situation in Grand Xia was extremely chaotic. The Venerate Heavens Sect had spread word that the fate of Grand Xia was changing. Hence, the Wang Clan had no choice but to make preparations. Hence, they came to the Sword Reverence City, which was located extremely far away from the War Continent. They were prepared to excavate the sword range, and at the same time, try their best to see if they could bring the mysterious demon sword away with them.
"If my subordinate is defeated, he will no longer touch the sword range and will leave immediately. Also, gift me 100,000 Yuan Meteor Stones." The middle-aged man coldly laughed. 100,000 Yuan Meteor Stones was definitely an astronomical sum. Since the other party wanted to gift it to him, why wouldn't he accept it?
Not only that, there was no need for him to hand over the 100,000 Yuan Meteor Stones to the Wang Clan. This was precisely the reason why he agreed to this battle. If not, he wouldn't even bother with Zong Yi.
"Immediately head to the Heavenly Sword Sect and summon the descendants of my Wang Clan. We will excavate the sword range in advance." The middle-aged man faintly spoke. Jian Wuyou nodded his head and turned his head to instruct one of his subordinates. Momentarily, the silhouette of that person soared through the air, instantly flying towards the direction of the Sword Reverence City.
Upon seeing this scene, the spectators didn't depart but chose to wait patiently instead. They also wanted to see who this imposing middle-aged man was exactly. To think that even the Heavenly Sword Sect would bow their heads in submission to him.
Those from the Zong Clan were all extremely nervous. 100,000 fourth-layer Yuan Meteor Stones. This sum was simply too terrifying. Clan Lord Zong Yi had actually placed so much pressure on the Sword Son. How could they not feel a sense of suffocation in their hearts?
But if their Zong Clan retreated just like that, where would they put their face?
For the sake of face, for the sake of the sword range, Clan Lord Zong Yi would make such a decision.
Now, it all depended on Qin Wentian.
The spectators waited for a period of time. Above the precipice, whistling sounds could be heard as a terrifyingly sharp intent gushed over. Inclining their heads, they saw another group of terrifying experts descending upon the precipice. These people weren't all riding on flying swords. They were all using various innate techniques and stopped in the air. Their sharp gazes turned downwards, causing the hearts of the spectators to tremble in fear.
"These young men all have gazes as sharp as blades. They are all extraordinary characters, and any one of them exudes a fearsome aura, giving off a feeling of invincibility. As for those elders, just a single glance from them is enough to pierce through the minds of the spectators."
The hearts of the spectators pounded as they descended. The middle-aged man in luxurious robes had an arrogant smile on his face as he stared at Zong Yi. "Daring to gamble with my Wang Clan? Zong Clan of the Sword Reverence City, I truly admire your courage."
"Wang Clan?" Expressions of contemplation appeared on the faces of the spectators. Abruptly, a terrifying light gleamed in their eyes.
The Sword Reverence City was located in the Central Region of Grand Xia, and the closest city to it was none other than the War Continent.
Claiming to be from the Wang Clan, such an arrogant power, it could only be the Wang Clan of the War Continent.
"A transcendent power. Not only that, it's one of the nine strongest transcendent powers." The hearts of the spectators trembled. No wonder this man was so arrogant.
If the Zong Clan wanted to gamble with the Wang Clan, how could they not lose?
Those from the Zong Clan felt their hearts trembling as their countenances turned pale.
They had all thought that a powerful power had arrived, but they didn't expect that this power would be the Wang Clan of the War Continent.
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