When Xiao Chen heard this, his expression could not help but turn somewhat strange. He could not help but laugh to himself.
Kim Tae-ho was really good at picking people to be his bodyguard. Lord Jiu might not be good at anything else, but when it came to escaping, even Xiao Chen had to admit that he was not as good as Lord Jiu.
Ying Qiong waved his hand and dismissed everyone on the warship. Then, he asked seriously, "Xiao Chen, do you really not want me to send someone to escort you to the Tianwu Domain's Central Province?"
The journey to the Central Province's Bushin Palace was very long. There were too many accidents and possibilities. Ying Qiong could not help but worry.
Xiao Chen shook his head and said, "There's no need. This should be the final test the Haotian Emperor gave me. If he really wants to send me, he can tear space and send me there in an instant.
"I still have to walk this path myself."
Seeing Xiao Chen's insistence, Ying Qiong sighed to himself. He knew that the other party would not change his mind. He said softly, "Since that is the case, I will not try to dissuade you.
"Remember, you must succeed in the King conferral ceremony. Many of the old people in the clan are watching you. If you fail, too much time has passed. Some promises might not be able to withstand the test of time. "
Xiao Chen's heart skipped a beat. He vaguely guessed what the other party meant. The Sky Dome Realm's Ying Clan must have been sent by the Kunlun Realm's Ying Clan to protect the Xiao Clan's descendant.
From the looks of it, the Ying Clan might be a contingency plan left behind by the Qing Emperor before he fell ten thousand years ago.
However, whether Xiao Chen could help him or not would depend on his performance.
"I will. From the moment I revealed my identity, the title of Blue Dragon King was destined to be mine."
The Bushin Palace did not belong to one or a few people. It represented the alliance of the entire human race, ruling over the vast Tianwu Domain.
There were also the countless stars in the Starry Heavens. Such a rule had lasted since the Ancient Era until now.
This rule was deeply ingrained in every human cultivator. The Bushin Palace was the most legitimate ruler of the human race.
The title granted by Bushin Palace was very important. This was not just an empty reputation. It also represented a kind of Luck, one that was recognized by all the human cultivators.
The title of Blue Dragon King was not won by the Qing Emperor. Instead, it was left behind by the founder of the Dragon Gate, a sacred land that had disappeared.
The Dragon Gate's existence could also be traced back to the Ancient Era, which was even older than the Qing Emperor.
However, the Dragon Gate developed to a peak in the hands of the Qing Emperor. As a result, when people mentioned the Dragon Gate, they would refer to it as the Qing Emperor's Dragon Gate.
Every generation's Dragon Gate Master was the current generation's Blue Dragon King. This title was extremely important to Xiao Chen.
Without this title, when they rebuilt the Dragon's Gate in the future, they would lose their status. They would not be recognized by the hundreds of millions of human cultivators. Without Luck, they would not be able to rebuild the Dragon's Gate.
Xiao Chen gently leaped off the warship and landed on the ground. Then, he raised his head and looked into the distance. Then, he started on this journey that he could only rely on himself to reach.
As Xiao Chen traveled on a small mountain path, he was not in a rush. Instead, he continued to digest his gains from the battle with Wen Ziran.
Flawless Bright Moon. Did the night or the moon come first? Was it the flawless night that made the moon flawless? Or was it the flawless bright moon that made the night perfect and flawless?
Without the setting of the night, there would not be the radiance of the bright moon.
After thinking for three days, Xiao Chen finally figured out the relationship between the two. Only the darkest night could bring out the most perfect moon.
The peaceful days lasted for a month. Just as Xiao Chen was about to step out of the Profound Domain, a group of purple-clad people stopped him.
These people were not the people of the Yan, Jiang, or Lin Noble Clans. They were all cultivators of the Purple Night Sword Sect.
There were not many of them, only about twenty. Every one of them was at least a Martial Sage.
With Xiao Chen's current judgment, these people's cultivations could not be considered high. However, all of them gave off a sharp light.
Without exception, these people were all swordsmen who comprehended sword intent. The person leading them was the great grandmaster-level Martial Sage Ouyang Long.
Back at Sword Forging Peak, Xiao Chen had let Ouyang Long off.
There was another person beside Ouyang Long. This person was even older and gave off the aura of someone past his prime. It was unknown if he was an old monster who had lived for several hundred years.
This person was not in closed-door cultivation but was thinking about how to break through to the Blue Robed Emperor realm. Unexpectedly, Ouyang Long pulled him out.
This lineup before Xiao Chen was about half the strength of the Purple Night Sword Sect. Even as a great grandmaster-level Martial Sage, Ouyang Long could not mobilize them. It looked like someone had convinced the Purple Night Sword Sect.
Xiao Chen remained silent. He only remembered the name Purple Night Sword Sect in his heart.
Ouyang Long was in high spirits. He smiled and said, "Haha! Xiao Chen, you have been very impressive in the Profound Domain these days. Unfortunately, you will not be able to return alive."
"Give this old man a Longevity Fruit, and this old man will not interfere with your journey to the Central Province," the white-haired old man beside Ouyang Long said in a somewhat hoarse voice.
Xiao Chen's gaze did not linger on this group of people for long. He looked down from the sky and smiled. "Even if I give you another five hundred years of lifespan, it would be a waste. You will only have the life of a great grandmaster-level Martial Sage. Feeding it to the dogs is better than wasting it on you."
The white-haired old man raged, "What a sharp-tongued brat! Today, this old man will use your corpse to feed the dogs. Lay the formation!"
Right after the white-haired old man spoke, twenty Martial Sages with sword intent drew their swords and leaped into the air. Sonic booms rang out.
Strong sword intents quickly merged in the air. Once they landed, a huge Purple Night Sword Formation would form.
With this sword formation, coupled with the strength of Ouyang Long and the white-haired old man, anyone under the Blue Robed Emperor would find it hard to escape death.
"Clang!"
However, just as the sword intents merged, a saber light lit up on Xiao Chen's body. A Great Perfection saber soul containing the will of thunder surged out from Xiao Chen's body.
A resonant saber hum resounded, and a saber intent as vast as the sea spread out from Xiao Chen's body.
At the most suitable opportunity, Xiao Chen instantly shattered the sword intents of these twenty Martial Sages, not giving them a chance to build up their power to its peak.
Xiao Chen's figure moved, and countless saber lights flashed out of his body. Miserable cries resounded. The twenty Martial Sages had just leaped up when they vomited blood and fell to the ground, severely injured.
Xiao Chen thought to himself, How unfortunate. There are too many of them. If there were not more than ten, with their scattered sword intents, he could instantly kill them all.
The thing that the Flawless saber Dao feared the least was being surrounded.
With one move, Xiao Chen injured twenty Martial Sages who comprehended sword intent. Ouyang Long and the white-haired old man were greatly startled. Their plans were completely ruined.
"Whoosh!"
The white-haired old man's figure flashed, and he decisively retreated, completely betraying Ouyang Long.
That old bastard! Ouyang Long cursed in his heart. Then, he turned around, preparing to flee. However, a white figure blocked Ouyang Long's path.
"I wonder, where did you get the courage to try and kill me? A swordsman who has not comprehended a sword soul is already nothing in my eyes. "
Xiao Chen looked coldly at Ouyang Long without any expression on his face.
Damn it!
A ferocious look flashed in Ouyang Long's eyes. He drew his sword, and a sharp light turned into a sword light piercing towards Xiao Chen at lightning speed.
Ouyang Long wanted to force Xiao Chen away and create a chance for himself to leave.
This sword strike contained all of Ouyang Long's strength. The sword light was so resplendent that no one dared to look at it directly. The sharpness of the sword light could pierce through a tall mountain.
However, without a soul, no matter how strong it was, it was just for show.
Xiao Chen did not move at all. The instant the sword light touched his body, he stretched out his hand and clamped down. The two fingers of his right hand firmly clamped down on the sword.
"Buzz!"
A strong force came from the sword. Xiao Chen's clothes and hair fluttered wildly. Spider-like cracks spread out under his feet.
In the next moment, countless boulders soared into the air behind Xiao Chen. They were densely packed and covered the sky.
However, Xiao Chen did not move at all. He only used two fingers to clamp down on this great grandmaster-level Martial Sage's sword.
Xiao Chen's body was like a saber, as steady as a mountain. His exceptional sharpness intimidated everyone.
Ouyang Long's old face flushed red. A bona fide great grandmaster-level Martial Sage with more than three hundred years of cultivation actually had his sword clamped down on by a junior's fingers.
"Ding!"
Just as Ouyang Long struggled with all his might, trying to pull his sword out, a sword light charged at Xiao Chen's back.
It was the white-haired old man who had returned. He smiled sinisterly and said, "The older, the wiser. Brat, die!"
The white-haired old man had grasped this opportunity very well. It happened to be when Xiao Chen clamped down on Ouyang Long's sword.
If Xiao Chen gave up now, it would give Ouyang Long a chance to attack. This sword strike contained all of Ouyang Long's cultivation. At the very least, it could pierce through Xiao Chen.
If Xiao Chen did not give up, he would be stuck in a dilemma. He would not be able to dodge the white-haired old man's sword strike. Hence, Ouyang Long felt incredibly cocky, smiling coldly. He felt that even if Xiao Chen did not die, he would be severely injured.
"Clang!
Clang! "Xiao Chen smiled faintly. He was not surprised at the white-haired old man's sword strike. Xiao Chen exerted force with his two fingers, and the Blue Dragon Energy in his body circulated quickly. Thunder roared in his body.
Before Ouyang Long's incredulous expression, Xiao Chen twisted his fingers, and the sword shattered. Ouyang Long vomited a mouthful of blood and went flying back.
Then, Xiao Chen turned around and stretched out his hand. Like a treasured saber, all the sharpness gathered at his fingertip.
A melodious sound rang out. That was the melodious hum of a saber. The night sky instantly turned pitch-black. One could not see their fingers when they stretched out their hands, covering the sky.
The instant night completely descended, Xiao Chen's fingertip happened to touch the tip of the white-haired old man's sword.
The white-haired old man's vision went dark. Before he could adapt to this new environment, he saw a flash of light. "Ka ca! Ka ca!" The sound of the sword breaking rang out again.
When the light grew brighter, a crescent moon shot out from Xiao Chen's fingertip.
The light flashed and chopped the white-haired old man in half. Then, it soared into the sky. The crescent moon spun gently and turned into a bright moon hanging high in the sky.
Xiao Chen looked at the full moon in the sky and revealed a satisfied expression. He muttered to himself, "Not bad. This is the true Flawless Bright Moon. First comes the night, then the moon. When the night is perfect and flawless, naturally, the moon will not be stained by dust."
However, there were several other reasons why Xiao Chen could kill the other party, a great grandmaster-level Martial Sage, in one move.
Firstly, the other party had been careless. Secondly, this was probably the first time the other party faced such a miraculous Saber Technique.
Most importantly, rather than calling the other party a swordsman, he was more like a scoundrel. All he had was his cultivation.
He was far from being a powerful great grandmaster-level Martial Sage. Furthermore, he was on the verge of death and had lost his drive. When Xiao Chen killed him, he was like a withered piece of rotten wood.
It was not worth it; he was too proud.
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