Ling Feng had sufficient reason not to believe it. If such a sinful person could become a bladesman, it would be a stain on bladesmen.
A true bladesman should be a senior like the Shadowless Saber Sovereign, possessing outstanding strength and being humble and low-profile.
If it wasn't for that person, Master wouldn't have died, and Junior Sister wouldn't be so sad.
He would be able to share the joy of becoming a Martial Emperor with his most respected seniors. However, because of the Blue Dragon King, he could only dream about it.
Ling Feng didn't show his hatred for Blue Dragon King Xiao Chen on his face like his junior brothers and sisters did.
However, deep in his heart, he had always remembered this person. It was just that he had buried his hatred deep in his heart.
Ling Feng shook his head and stopped thinking about the Blue Dragon King. Then, he changed the topic and asked, "Oh, right. Big Brother Bai, you just said that some Demons will be heading to the Savage Battlefield soon. The Water Moon Alliance will be going as well, right?"
Bai Ruxue nodded and said, "Naturally. I heard that there will be a Highness among this group of Demons. However, it is not clear which bloodline of the 18 Demon Monarchs will come."
The Abyss Demon World had a total of 18 Demon Monarchs. Each Demon Monarch had their own direct bloodline. These direct bloodline descendants were collectively known as the Demon World's royal descendants.
The royal clan disciples of each bloodline would form their own faction. For example, the royal clan disciples of the Blood Demon Monarch's bloodline formed the Blood Demon Palace.
As for Her Highness, she was the most talented and had the highest status among the descendants of the royal family. She was also the future Demon Emperor, equivalent to the crown prince of the human world.
"What? Are you coming with us?" Bai Ruxue asked.
Ling Feng nodded and asked, "Can I?"
Bai Ruxue smiled and said, "Of course you can, but I can't guarantee your safety if you go. You have to think carefully."
Ling Feng said resolutely, "I've thought it through very clearly. Big Brother Bai, although you said that my talent is no weaker than the Saber Sovereign's descendant, Wen Ziran, today's battle made me understand. If one's cultivation base isn't high, no matter how talented one is, it's all in vain. "
"Alright, then I'll count you in. With your talent, it can only be fully developed in a life or death battle. Come with me to the Water Moon Alliance. "
After the group agreed, they quickly left Meteor Trail City.
One hour later, after this group of people had gone far away, two black flood dragons pulled a black war chariot in the sky above Meteor Trail City. They passed through layers of scarlet clouds and landed on the ground.
After they landed, the two ferocious flood dragons immediately turned into black horses and meekly lowered their heads.
"Bai Ruxue, Ximen Bao, Feng Xingsheng, long time no see. It turns out that you already advanced to Martial Emperor …"
Inside the black war chariot with seven Divine Weapons stuck in it, the mysterious Shadowless Saber Sovereign muttered to himself as he looked in the direction the group of people left in. It was like he was recalling something.
"Brother Bai Yi, do you still want to stay in Meteor Trail City for a while?"
In the chariot, a mirror appeared beside the mysterious man. A thumb-sized girl sat on the mirror, her hand supporting her head as she asked.
"I'm not going. This person is covered in sin and is getting more and more difficult to deal with. The stronger I become, the stronger they become. There's no end to killing them, no end to destroying them. "
Naturally, the so-called Shadowless Saber Sovereign was Xiao Chen. Every year at this time, he would make a trip to Meteor Trail City.
He would come and take a look at the words "Xiao Chen" written in blood on the countless gravestones.
In Xiao Chen's life, he had never regretted anything. However, the Great Tribulation of wind and fire five years ago made him regret it for life.
Too much guilt became a knot in his heart, tormenting him. Just like now, the black war chariot was like a cage trapping him. The knot in his heart was an invisible cage trapping his heart.
He had long since wanted to eliminate all the sin in the sky.
Every time he came, his strength would double. However, those sins would grow stronger as well. It was like the sin would never disappear. Only when he died would these sins disappear.
Although the sins in the sky did not affect him now, Xiao Chen had a vague feeling that if he kept them around, they would eventually lead to a great disaster.
"Where are we going now?"
"Gentle Cloud City. There is a bladesman there. Rumor has it that he has his own unique understanding of dual sabers."
The horses galloped, and the wheels rolled. The black war chariot was like a ghost. It disappeared in a flash in the dark night, heading in the direction of Gentle Cloud City.
Inside the war chariot, Xiao Chen did not remain idle. He circulated the Purple Thunder Divine Incantation and continuously cultivated.
Back then, although his Emperor's Road was broken, the purple Emperor's Door entered his Heart of an Emperor. Xiao Chen's path of the Martial Dao did not fall into despair because his Emperor's Road shattered and he took another path.
The instant the Emperor's Door entered Xiao Chen's body, it was like some kind of lock in his body broke. Some of the laws that restricted a cultivator for a long time no longer existed.
For example, the absorption of Primordial Energy. Xiao Chen clearly had not advanced to Martial Emperor, but his body could contain more than one hundred strands of Primordial Energy.
Now that five years had passed, the Primordial Energy in his Heart of an Emperor had already reached one thousand strands, comparable to the Fifth Heaven Emperor Wu.
However, compared to the regular Emperor Wu, Xiao Chen did not have an Emperor's Soul or the Golden Body of Emperor Wu.
Xiao Chen himself did not know what he was doing now. He was currently walking a path that no one had taken before. No one knew where the end would be.
Fortunately, Xiao Chen's bladesman's heart had not changed. He just needed to follow this heart and move forward.
Ever since the moment Xiao Chen jumped off his Emperor's Road, the mysterious purple Emperor's Door in his Heart of an Emperor had instinctively opened a crack.
After that, no matter how hard Xiao Chen worked, even with his current cultivation, he could not push open this Emperor's Door at all.
It was not that Xiao Chen's cultivation was insufficient. Instead, there was a formless resistance preventing him from pushing open this Emperor's Door.
Sometimes, Xiao Chen wondered if the Kunlun Realm's Emperor's Road was a plot of the Heavenly Dao. The instant Xiao Chen pushed open the Emperor's Door, in reality, he closed another door — the door to leave the Kunlun Realm.
"Ding! Ding!
Dang! Dang! "Just at this moment, the black war chariot suddenly stopped. The seven Divine Weapons trembled endlessly, linking together and giving off melodious and cold chimes.
Xiao Chen did not open his eyes. Fifty kilometers away, a blurry figure walked towards him step by step.
"Boom!"
This person exuded a strong saber intent. As if he was mocking Xiao Chen, he unleashed his saber intent.
The seven Divine Weapons trembled even more intensely as if they sensed the strength of this person.
On the other hand, Xiao Chen remained incredibly calm. His expression did not change at all. For the past five years, he had challenged various bladesmen. Many older-generation Saber Emperors had fallen to his saber. His heart of a bladesman had already undergone a metamorphosis.
To Xiao Chen, these five years were as long as several decades. As his heart of a bladesman evolved, it had been tempered by the passage of time, gaining an air of vicissitudes.
After seeing this many times, Xiao Chen could naturally remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.
"Whoosh!" The black-clad bladesman in front suddenly vanished, disappearing without a trace in the dark night.
Xiao Chen pointed with his finger, and the Unbeatable Saber at the very front of the war chariot gave off a dull thud as it quickly shot out.
"Dang!"
A resounding clang resounded in the dark night, like a thunderclap on a clear day, ear-splitting. A figure was forced out of the air. After he landed, he moved back a hundred steps.
The unsheathed Divine Weapon was sheathed once more.
The world regained its calm as if nothing had happened.
Xiao Chen opened his eyes and focused his gaze on the person who arrived. Being able to receive an attack from him was already sufficient for him to remember this person.
Wen Ziran!
The person who arrived was actually the Saber Sovereign Wu Xiaotian's descendant, Wen Ziran.
"The Shadowless Saber Sovereign truly lives up to his reputation. It looks like I did not find the wrong person," Wen Ziran said with a smile as he sheathed his saber.
"How did you find me?"
An aged voice came from the war chariot. It was Xiao Chen, who had changed his tone.
"As long as it is a bladesman, there is no one that I cannot find," Wen Ziran said confidently. "Two months from now, there will be a Saber Dao tea party. I hope that you will be able to come. This will be the first Saber Dao tea party of the golden age."
A golden invitation gently flew out from Wen Ziran's hand. Then, it flew increasingly faster, carrying a wanton sharpness and a boundless strong wind.
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