Chapter 181: Cycle Battle, Start! (2)

Chapter 181: Cycle Battle, Start! (2)

"Elemental Scripture, Golden World Domination..."

The Grand Temple's daoist spell, wielded by Yun Xiao, surpassed even that of their wise sages and ancestors!

"Huachi!" At the Ascension Gate, an official from the Azure Leaf faction spat out blood in shock. She was the first to fall in the War of Immortals, unable to withstand the consecutive assaults of the Fire God's Wraths and the Golden World Domination. The remaining four managed to escape the initial onslaught, jolting awake from the brutal start.

"Regroup! Assist each other with your spells!" You Qingzhi shouted desperately, his once righteously indignant demeanor now tainted with palpable dread. The strategies they'd rehearsed before the battle were now utterly useless. Wasn't this supposed to be a four-protect-one strategy? Damn it, it felt more like one-protect-four!The roots of this story extend from novell bìn origin.

Once the four Establishment Wind Fire Tribulation Realm prodigies regrouped and caught their breath, they unleashed every technique, magic treasure, and shield they had, putting up a commendable defense.

Hovering in the air, the young man in white looked down with eyes cold as ice. HUM! His azure Sword Soul burst forth, whirling and howling in the center of his palm. The piercing sound it made reverberated across the battlefield.

Five Sword Rings—One Emperor and Four Saints—and 250 layers of Sword Aura!

With the unveiling of that Sword Soul, just as predicted, the humans throughout the Heavenly Realm, after witnessing the grim fate of the Eternal Joy Demon Emperor, erupted in fervent cheers. Their united spirit surged to an all-time high.

A harmonious buzz sounded.

Five demon magics wound themselves around the Sword Soul—

Dragon Saint, Roaring Cloud Dragon

Fox Saint, Ghostly Blood Pool

Thunder Saint, Polar Thunder Strike

Eagle Saint, Skydome Tempest

The cloud dragon, the mysterious blood pool, the violet-crimson electric serpents, and the raging storm wrapped themselves around the Sword Soul, immensely amplifying its destructive power.

But the most terrifying of all was the death technique from the Eternal Joy Demon Emperor—Night March of a Hundred Ghosts! It was a soul-based ocular technique. As the Sword Ring began its rotation, it seemed as though ninety-nine bloody eyes materialized on Yun Xiao's Sword Soul. Each eye harbored a malevolent spirit. It earned the moniker Night March of a Hundred Ghosts because the Demon Emperor himself was the hundredth specter. And it was just as apt for Yun Xiao; he was an embodiment of lethal force.

It was arguably the most luxurious Sword Soul the Heavenly Realm had seen since the ancient wars between humans and demons.

With the Sword Soul in play and the demon magics lighting up the horizon, the excitement nearly overwhelmed the onlookers. "Damn, that's too cool!" one shouted. Good looks alone were ordinary. But combining them with prowess? That was scene-stealing.

From that moment, every young woman in the Heavenly Realm audience stood in unison.

Under the glow of that Sword Soul, You Qingzhi and his other three scholarly peers, who once fancied themselves as elegant and gifted, looked as insignificant as street rats.

"Kill him!" You Qingzhi, masking his shame, roared with a twisted face.

Yet, just as he spoke, and even before the Grand Temple's young prodigies could mobilize their spells and magic treasures, a Flying Sword, infused with the five demon magics, had already shot down from the heavens.

Divine Dawn Immortal Empire - Yun Xiao: 6 pts!

"That was... unexpected," came the murmurs.

The entire duel was brief, but the spectacle it presented surpassed the audience's wildest imaginations.

Back on the Ascension Platform, Ye Qingtian, You Fengya, and Mu Tianshi simultaneously sank into their seats. They exchanged glances, their eyes bloodshot. They had been cautious, estimating their odds at six to four in their favor. Now, they found themselves wholly on the losing end.

Before any of them could utter a word, deafening cheers erupted throughout the Heavenly Realm. The name Yun Xiao resonated, echoing to the high heavens. The once revered Azure Leaf faction's glory was utterly trampled beneath his feet.

Who in their right mind would pine for the old dynasty?

“Was that a spectacle? Not sure, let’s watch again.”

No matter how many glances one took, the young man in white, brandishing his sword, continued to captivate the audience.

With the might of a lone warrior, he overshadowed the splendor of the entire battlefield. Even the dazzling duels happening in the Arena Champion Battle section seemed lackluster in comparison.

The roar persisted. Among those watching up close, Chen Jin and his companions stood frozen, as if turned to wood.

"What're you all gawking at? Join me, or else risk leaving here empty-handed," Yun Xiao turned and remarked with a wry smile.

"Dang, dang, dang..." Zhao Xiaotang burst into a string of curses, gripped Chen Jin and laughed uproariously, "Jin, we might just hit the jackpot!"

"Indeed..." Chen Jin, Stray Dog, and Nangong Xu found their eyes glowing with anticipation. Money, to them, wasn't the primary goal. What they sought were honor, revenge, and justice. With Yun Xiao leading, they'd achieve it all. So, at that very moment, a fire was ignited in their eyes.

"According to the Cycle Battle rules, the quicker the victory, the faster the entry into the next battle! And the more War of Immortal Jades we can obtain!"

The formation beneath their feet started shifting. A new opponent would soon arrive.

Yun Xiao's eyes turned frosty as he surveyed the changing formation, murderous intent surging. "Theoretically, if we fight fast enough, most teams in the Cycle Battle will have to face us!"

So, that previous battle was just the beginning.

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To the left of the Ascension Platform, sat 108 Demon Saints. One by one, they focused intently on Yun Xiao, eyes bloodshot.

Each anguished wail from the Sword Rings was a stab at their very being. Bloody tears streamed down their faces. Their expressions grew increasingly grim. With a cold turn of their heads, they stared in the direction of the palace.

"Man and demon can coexist, but Divine Dawn must perish!"

As long as the Divine Dawn Empress was gone, Yun Xiao's fate was inconsequential.