There were a thousand hills on the Thousand Autumn Lake, and at the top of the hills stood the Thousand Kings.
The geniuses who were qualified to receive invitations were all geniuses among geniuses. They were all geniuses who were qualified to be called kings in their respective regions.
At this moment, most of them had arrived.
On some hills, blazing flames burned fiercely. The temperature was shockingly high, as if it wanted to burn everything.
On some hills, lightning flashed, and they were filled with a shocking aura as if they could destroy everything.
On some of the hills, there were ripples of water, sparkling and clear, overlapping one another endlessly.
On some hills, there were layers upon layers of trees, and they were lush and full of vitality.
On some hills, the sound of wind whistled. Gusts of wind circled and blew, sometimes gentle and sometimes violent.
Every person who had the potential to be a king in their respective regions had a higher comprehension of the Great Dao than others.
Among all the Great Dao phenomena, there were only two that were the most dazzling.
One was a sword light that soared into the sky, covering all directions. Countless Sword Qi surrounded it, and it was like a storm of swords and thunder of swords. It fluctuated endlessly, as if it wanted to tear everything in its surroundings apart. At the center was a youth with an ordinary appearance, but his eyebrows were like swords, and his gaze was extremely sharp.
He carried a long sword on his back, and he stood tall with his back straight. He was like a divine sword that was stabbed into the top of the hill, pointing straight at the sky. The shocking sharpness seemed to be able to pierce through the sky.
Small Sword King Yu Mosheng.
On the other hand, the hill where the other person stood was filled with a strange and shocking invisible power. It seemed to be constantly collapsing and expanding. Collapsing and expanding opposed each other, but there was no conflict. It only fluctuated endlessly, causing the figure on the hill to seem distorted and difficult to distinguish.
This person was the initiator and organizer of this Thousand King Meeting, Little Sky King Xiao Dinglong.
In an instant, an extremely shocking light flashed, and it was filled with a cold and domineering sharpness. It streaked across the sky, and it flew over from afar.
The moment that light appeared, it immediately attracted everyone's attention. From afar, it was like a huge saber piercing through the air. Its aura was exceptional, and it had a shocking might that could split the sky and split the earth.
"That is …"
"Small Saber King!"
"Small Saber King is here too."
"He will definitely come. After all, he is also a young expert who dominates a region."
The Little Sword King raised his eyelids, and in a split second, his eyes emitted a shocking and direct sword ray that tore through the air as it shot out.
Vaguely, the ear-piercing sound of swords and sabers clashing could be heard in the void. Ripples seemed to be surging out in all directions.
In just an instant, Small Sword King and Small Saber King completed a clash of auras.
"Yu Mosheng, if you want to fight, let's have a good fight later." Long laughter rang out from the saber light, resounding through the heavens and earth. It was as if countless sabers were vibrating. The aura that permeated the air was incomparably cold and domineering.
"Hmph." Yu Mosheng groaned coldly. He wasn't afraid, he was waiting. He was waiting for the Thousand King Assembly to start so that they could fight again.
Small Sword King and Small Saber King were both the most outstanding true disciples from the four major Sects.
The sound of the zither and the melodious sound of the flute filled the air. The murderous and sharp aura created by the Small Sword King and Small Saber King was instantly dissolved into nothingness, and also attracted everyone's attention as they slowly immersed themselves in the beautiful music.
Accompanying the beautiful music were flower petals, which turned into a rain of flowers. There were red, pink, rose red, bright yellow, light blue, and so on. The colorful flowers were incomparably gorgeous, and for a moment, everyone felt as if they had fallen into a sea of flowers. They could clearly smell the fragrance of hundreds of flowers.
The fragrance assailed their nostrils!
The fragrance assailed their noses!
In an instant, everyone seemed to be intoxicated.
Countless flower petals spun, as if they were blown forward by the wind, and finally descended on a hill. The colorful flowers swept through the air, filling the sky, and revealing a graceful figure.
She was dressed in a colorful flower robe, and waves of fragrance pervaded the air. It seemed to be very strong, but also seemed to be faintly discernible.
She wore a colorful flower veil on her face, and her long hair was decorated with seven different colored flower petals. She didn't look tacky at all, but instead had an indescribable celestial aura.
Colorful Flower Fairy!
In the White World, other than the Will Heavenly Palace, the Three Major Dynasties, Four Major Sect, and Five Major Ancient Clans were the strongest forces. The level of strength between them was also on par, and it was difficult to distinguish between them.
For example, Small Sword King and Small Saber King came from one of the four major Sects, and Colorful Flower Fairy also came from one of the four major Sects.
There was also Little Flame Sovereign Yan Chen, who came from one of the five major Ancient Clans, the Yan Clan.
It could be said that the top forces in the White World all had at least one representative genius, who was very powerful and had a shocking reputation.
However, the organizer of this Thousand King Meeting, Little Sky King, didn't come from one of the twelve major forces, but from a slightly inferior force.
Some of the smaller forces that weren't as good as the twelve major forces might have some top geniuses that weren't inferior to the top geniuses of the twelve major forces, and might even surpass them.
Of course, the probability of this was relatively small.
"It seems like everyone is here."
"Should be."
Just as he finished speaking, another sword light flew over from afar.
At first glance, the sword light seemed very small and ordinary, but at second glance, it seemed vast and mighty, as if it filled the world. At third glance, it seemed to be fleeting and unfocused.
The feeling it gave people was very strange and indescribable.
Feeling the sharpness of the sword, some of the sword geniuses on the Thousand Autumn Lake all looked over, especially the Little Sword King. His pupils slightly shrank as he stared at the strange and extremely mysterious sword light. He instinctively felt that he was facing a formidable opponent.
After landing, the sword light retracted, and a figure stood on the hill.
"Who is that?"
"I've never seen him before."
"I recognize him. He's the direct disciple of the Will Heavenly Palace, Little Jiandi Chen Zong." Someone recognized Chen Zong. After all, there were still some people who had seen Chen Zong in the past ten years.
"He's Little Jiandi?"
"I can't see how strong he is."
"With your ability, how can you see?"
"You can't see whether he's strong or not."
There were countless discussions.
One was the title of Little Jiandi, and the other was his identity as a direct disciple of the Will Heavenly Palace.
In a split second, Small Sword King's eyes condensed, containing an extremely sharp sword light. It pierced through the void and stared at Chen Zong, as if it wanted to pierce through Chen Zong.
Chen Zong could feel the astonishing sharpness in Small Sword King's eyes. Their eyes met, and for a moment, Chen Zong could feel that this was a strong opponent, a strong opponent in the sword dao.
A trace of battle intent rose from Chen Zong's heart.
As if feeling the battle intent transmitted from Chen Zong's eyes, the sword on Small Sword King's back trembled slightly, as if it was about to be unsheathed, emitting a trace of astonishing sharpness.
Finally, the thousand top geniuses who had received the invitation and were qualified to be called kings of the younger generation gathered here.
Thousand Autumn Lake!
Thousands of autumns, thousands of generations.
"It's my honor to be able to participate in the Thousand Autumn Lake." As the organizer of the Thousand Autumn Lake, Little Heavenly King Xiao Dinglong stood on the hill in the center of the Thousand Autumn Lake. His voice was vigorous, as if it contained an inexplicable power. It overlapped in the void and spread out like sound waves into everyone's ears.
Even the people on the tall buildings by the lake heard it. That voice was very clear, directly penetrating into their ears.
Whether it was people who thought that they were stronger than Little Heavenly King or people who thought that their background was higher than Little Heavenly King, they all quieted down and remained silent.
This was because this was an unwritten rule of the Prodigy Association or the Thousand King Association. They had to maintain a certain level of respect for the founder of the Thousand King Association. If they didn't respect him, then the Thousand King Association would become chaotic and could no longer continue.
Meeting a Thousand King Society at the Thousand King Society was a meeting and clash between prodigies. It was more direct and convenient than deliberately looking for one another. Such a good opportunity must not be missed.
Little Heavenly King Xiao Dinglong didn't say much. He just said a few words as an introduction. Then, he told everyone to do as they pleased.
The Thousand King Society had been held many times, but strictly speaking, it wasn't a very formal event. The organizer was only the organizer, he didn't have the right to tell others what to do or not to do. The Thousand King Society was just an organization that led the way.
Of course, as the organizer, it was said that the organizer was blessed by luck. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so enthusiastic.
The Thousand King Society was a meeting between prodigies. Of course, it wasn't as simple as drinking tea, drinking wine, and chatting. That was just a gentle way to put it.
The real Thousand King Society was a battle.
Prodigies fought against prodigies!
Sparks of strength against strength!
Prodigies against prodigies!
"Lin Mo, last time, we were evenly matched. This time, I will definitely be defeated by you." Immediately, someone issued a challenge, naming Lin Mo.
"Who's afraid of you?" Lin Mo groaned coldly. He wasn't afraid at all.
The two of them immediately flew away from their respective hills. They transformed into beams of light and shot towards each other at lightning speed. They started fighting.
Rumbling sounds could be heard continuously.
Both of them were fighting bare-handed. Their cultivation levels were at the fourth transformation of the Dao Manipulation Realm, but their strength was stronger than ordinary fourth transformation Dao Manipulation Realm cultivators. Their attacks were extremely powerful and shocking.
Their martial arts and Dao powers were shockingly powerful.
Many pairs of eyes were focused on them, watching the battle between the two.
"Amazing."
"As expected of the prodigies who have the potential to become kings among the younger generation."
"It would be great if I could have such strength one day."
On the tall buildings by the Thousand Autumn Lake, many people's eyes lit up. They were amazed and envious.
However, such an intense battle was nothing in the eyes of a few prodigies with higher cultivation levels. It was just an ordinary battle. For example, Chen Zong had absolute confidence that he could defeat or even kill the two of them with one strike.
However, the rule of the Thousand King Society was that if someone was fighting, no one else was allowed to interfere. They could only wait until the battle was over before the next battle could begin.
In this battle, Lin Mo won by one move again.
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