"The Saber of Misfortune?"
Xiao Chen stood up and muttered to himself, feeling confused. Then, he asked the Blood-Soaked Dragon Emperor's remnant soul, "Is there really such a saying?"
"Do you believe it?"
Although the Blood-Soaked Dragon Emperor's voice in the dragon seal was weak, it still contained some disdain.
Xiao Chen made up his mind. "In that case, this monk is here to deceive me?"
"Naturally. I have interacted with this group of bald donkeys too much. They are always talking nonsense, acting like they are the only sober person in the world. It is just a different path. There is no need for too much explanation. However, every master of that saber did end up committing suicide … "
Xiao Chen immediately felt speechless. After all that talk, it turned out that Zhen Yuan was telling the truth.
"That is indeed the case. However, that monk said something about handing it to the Buddhist sect for safekeeping was clearly selfish. Can't you tell? Furthermore, why did all the masters of the Tyrant Saber end up committing suicide? That is just arrogance and conceit. Their understanding of the path of an overlord is wrong.
"The path of an overlord is never about ruling the world alone. If one stubbornly insists on doing things their own way, wanting to trample on the entire world, not leaving others a path to survival, how could the heavens leave you a path to survival? Even if these people did not obtain the Tyrant Saber, they would still end up in a miserable state. "
Xiao Chen understood. "So, it is not the saber that has a problem. It is the person wielding the saber that has a problem, magnifying the flaws in their hearts."
"That's right. For example, that person here is called Shangguan Lei, right? I don't know which master taught him. With such a temper and character, even without the Tyrant Saber, he is destined to end up in a miserable state, taking the wrong path. If he happens to obtain the Tyrant Saber, he will definitely end up in the same state — committing suicide.
"Then, as the rumors spread, the reputation of the Saber of Misfortune will continue to spread. Do you think you can blame it on the saber?"
After the Blood-Soaked Dragon Emperor's explanation, Xiao Chen's doubts cleared up. It was as he expected.
Xiao Chen had already recovered from his injuries. The three experts of the blessed lands had all appeared.
However, there was still one person who had yet to say anything.
The Black Lotus Church Holy Son was still hiding somewhere, waiting for Xiao Chen to show himself.
It looked like this fellow was even more cautious than Xiao Chen thought. To think that a Dao Tool did not tempt him.
Forget it, even if he doesn't appear, I'll have to show myself.
If the Black Lotus Saint still thought that his strength was limited to the Buddha Seeking Platform, then Xiao Chen would teach him a harsh lesson.
Set off, snatch the saber!
Moving like the wind, Xiao Chen executed the steps of the new Fish Dragon Art, advancing quickly in this Fiendish Demon Battlefield, where the Spiritual Energy was vast and the pressure was immense.
On the other side, Shangguan Lei and Wang Yueming did not believe what the Profound Light Temple's Zhen Yuan said.
Xiao Chen believed that Xiao Chen had selfish motives and just wanted to bring the Dao Tool to the Profound Light Temple.
As Zhen Yuan looked at Shangguan Lei and Wang Yueming, he entered deep thought. If these two worked together, he might not be a match for them.
However, it did not matter if this Tyrant Saber was the Saber of Misfortune or not.
In a very short time, Shangguan Lei and Wang Yueming's strength would increase tremendously. This was not a good thing for the Profound Light Temple, which was in competition with them. The Buddhist sects also needed incense and fame, as well as their own faction.
It wasn't that he was far away from the mortal world and untainted by dust.
Zhen Yuan also had a direct competitive relationship with these two. Be it public or private, he could not let the other party obtain this saber.
However, it would not be easy to resolve this matter peacefully.
Zhen Yuan thought for a while before saying, "I have a suggestion. I wonder if the two of you are willing to hear it?"
A cold light flashed in Shangguan Lei's eyes as he said, "Speak."
Wang Yueming nodded, willing to hear it.
"Brother Shangguan, if I give you the saber, are you sure you can block Brother Wang and I working together?" Zhen Yuan asked as he looked at Shangguan Lei.
Shangguan Lei remained silent for a while. He felt unconvinced in his heart, but he still answered honestly, "I can't block it."
Then, Zhen Yuan looked at Wang Yueming. Wang Yueming shook his head and said, "Same."
"Alright, if that's the case. Since that is the case, then the three of us will make a gentleman's agreement. Whoever of the two of you can block a palm strike from me will get this saber. If you cannot block it, then it will belong to me, and the Profound Light Temple will hold onto it. "
Shangguan Lei smiled coldly and said, "However, what if the two of us block it?"
Zhen Yuan smiled and said, "In that case, I will withdraw from the fight for the Dao Tool and lead the disciples of the Potala Mountain far away from this conflict."
"Good. It is settled, then. The three of us will swear an oath on the will of the dead Sovereign Emperor. Whoever breaks the oath will die a violent death." Wang Yueming did not even think about it before directly agreeing.
No matter what, Wang Yueming felt that receiving a palm strike from Zhen Yuan would be no problem.
Shangguan Lei did not hesitate either. If he could not even receive a palm strike from Zhen Yuan, then he really did not need to live anymore.
"Good."
Zhen Yuan revealed a faint smile. After the three agreed, they prepared to swear an oath.
The others present all revealed startled expressions, wondering if Zhen Yuan had gone crazy and underestimated Shangguan Lei and Wang Yueming.
The atmosphere immediately turned tense. The fight for the Dao Tool, which had lasted for a long time, was finally coming to an end.
Everyone knew who the Dao Tool would go to in the end. Was the monk Zhen Yuan just boasting again?
However, just at this moment, something strange happened.
The Tyrant Saber in Zhen Yuan's hand suddenly trembled uncontrollably, trying to struggle free.
A vast tyrannical aura swept out from the saber scabbard. Strong winds blew in the surroundings, kicking up boundless dust.
It was like there was something extremely attractive to the Tyrant Saber, making it struggle for all it was worth. Even Zhen Yuan could not control it.
"Come back!"
A shout rang out. The Tyrant Saber flew out with a 'whoosh,' heading for the owner of the voice.
The expressions of Zhen Yuan and the other two, who had finished discussing and were preparing to snatch the Tyrant Saber, changed drastically. They did not know what happened. "Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! "
The three soared into the air and chased after the Tyrant Saber. However, halfway through the chase, they suddenly discovered a white figure standing on a small hill in front.
This person stretched out his hand and firmly grasped the Tyrant Saber.
"Xiao Chen!"
As Xiao Chen looked at the three people who had been chasing him, he admired the interesting expressions on their faces.
Xiao Chen could not help smiling. "I say, the three of you are trying to decide who this saber belongs to in public. Have you asked the original owner?"
Shangguan Lei's face sank. "I was wondering who snatched this saber. So, it is you! I was just wondering where to look for you. Now, you deliver yourself to me. "
Before Shangguan Lei finished speaking, a saber appeared in his hand. Then, he used Instant Flash to charge at Xiao Chen.
Wang Yueming entered deep thought. He gently closed the folding fan in his hand, not attacking rashly.
On the other hand, Zhen Yuan's expression was the most interesting. His plan looked like it would succeed. Unexpectedly, it failed in the next moment.
Anyone would feel upset and depressed at such a feeling.
Fortunately, Zhen Yuan came from the Buddhist sect and possessed a stronger mental state than ordinary people, so he quickly calmed down.
Seeing Shangguan Lei charge over, Xiao Chen's face sank. Without even thinking, he placed his hand on the saber hilt.
In the next moment, he drew the saber.
When the saber was drawn by one centimeter, a bright saber light tore through the sky like a bolt of lightning.
"Boom!"
Thunder roared in the sky. Two different Great Dao rings immediately appeared behind Xiao Chen.
One was the Thunder Great Dao, and the other was Xiao Chen's Saber Great Dao. The two intertwined and merged. When the Saber Dao and the Thunder Dao worked together with Xiao Chen's Purple Thunder Divine Incantation, it was simply a perfect fusion.
Shangguan Lei's expression turned grave. He no longer dared to hold back. He roared, "Purple Thunder Seven Strikes!"
As Shangguan Lei's saber descended from the air, he hacked down seven times in a row.
Every time he did so, he would attract a bolt of thunder that shook the heavens. The thunder rumbled, causing the ground to tremble.
"Rumble …!" After the three saber strikes, the world felt like only majestic thunder remained.
The sky changed color, and thunderclouds churned. The air turned dry. As the saber in Shangguan Lei's hand absorbed more and more lightning, it turned bright and piercing, looking like the blazing sun.
Every saber strike drove boundless lightning-attributed energy. Every saber strike was Shangguan Lei's peak strike. However, every time he attacked, it would surpass the previous peak.
When Shangguan Lei's saber descended, seven peak-level lightning strikes layered over each other, the saber strike landed.
When Shangguan Lei's saber landed, a thick bolt of lightning descended from the sky and attached itself to the saber.
Before this terrifying saber strike landed, it pressed down on the slope under Xiao Chen's feet, causing it to sink in.
"Resolving the Mundane!"
After drawing the Tyrant Saber, Xiao Chen did not hold back, either. The other party's Purple Thunder Seven Strikes could threaten a Star-Venerate-level existence.
If Xiao Chen got careless, even with the Tyrant Saber, he would still be the one defeated.
A swastika appeared on Xiao Chen's forehead. At this instant, his expression no longer showed any humanity.
Surpassing the mundane, the seven emotions and six desires no longer existed. Resolving the mundane, achieving eternity!
The Tyrant Saber showed neither joy nor sorrow. It was like an iron-faced Buddha that saw through the fickleness of the world as it swung down.
A tall Kāśyapa Buddha image appeared behind Xiao Chen. As he swung his saber, he drew his Buddhist monk's saber and mercilessly swung it.
It was clearly a Buddha, but it did not contain any gentle or warm Buddhist intent. This was different from any Buddhist sect Martial Technique. This was the Mahāmāyā Abstinence Violation Saber Technique!
Shangguan Lei, who was fighting with Xiao Chen, felt a sense of guilt in his heart for committing a great sin.
Even the benevolent Buddha was heartless to him, killing him. He could not help feeling horrified, and a weak opening appeared in his mental state.
When the two sabers clashed, this weak opening widened with the clash of the two powerful Martial Techniques.
"Ka ca!"
A melodious clang rang out, and the Treasure Tool in Shangguan Lei's hand broke. Blood leaked out of a corner of Shangguan Lei's mouth. The instant his saber broke, his aura plummeted. Then, Xiao Chen's two-layered Dao Might knocked him back.
As Shangguan Lei stood firmly on the ground and looked at the broken saber in his hand, his expression turned extremely unsightly. There was even a terrifying saber wound on his chest.
This saber strike had chopped through the bones and flesh of his chest in one breath, nearly chopping him in half.
However, no blood spurted out. This was because the saber intent was too tyrannical. It remained in the gap, blocking the recovery of the wound and preventing blood from spurting out.
"Plop!" Shangguan Lei cried out silently in pain. Then, he fell to the ground and fainted.
As for Xiao Chen, his arm was already numb, and his palm had cracked. The bones in his right hand, which held the saber, cracked in the instant they clashed. If he had lasted any longer, his entire arm would have been crippled.
"Clang!"
Xiao Chen sheathed his saber and said with a cold expression, "This is my, Xiao Chen's, saber. Aside from me, no one else has the right to decide its fate. Not even you, Zhen Yuan! "
Xiao Chen looked around and fixed his gaze on Zhen Yuan. Zhen Yuan was raring to go. Clearly, he wanted to take this opportunity to attack.
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