Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword-Chapter 788 - 765: Mysterious Feud (1/3)

The Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon roared furiously, and with several loud snaps, the faces of the six Great Elders from the Li Family simultaneously changed color. Their spiritual power hadn’t been able to react in time and almost caused them to tumble to the ground, whereas Li Yuanxing, who was not a Martial King, stiffened and fainted on the spot.

What!

The six Great Elders of the Li Family turned deathly pale. They discovered that their spiritual power was suppressed and could not be fully channeled, while their spirit seemed to be crushed by a Creation King, causing their fighting will to plummet.

What is going on here, is the opponent a Creation King?

That can’t be right, although the other party has not revealed their Dharma Aspect, the aura is definitely that of a Sublimation Sovereign. If the six of them can’t even recognize that, they might as well buy a block of tofu and smash their heads to death with it!

But what kind of Immortal Technique is this, to be able to greatly reduce all of their battle power!

They are already no match for Zhou Heng, how are they supposed to fight now?

The Martial Artists outside... are they all this terrifying?

Those who had been keen on leaving for the outside world hesitated for the first time. If the people outside were all so powerful, wouldn’t they be sent to their doom if they went out?

Zhou Heng strode forward, his killing intent blazing.

In truth, there was not a hint of a grudge between him and the Li Family. The mistake lay in the fact that the Li Family used an irreversible method to "inquire" about the way to leave! In fact, if they had negotiated nicely, Zhou Heng might have even cooperated with them.

After all, the Li Family also had a Creation King and had once entered the Holy Mountain. They had experience!

But how could the Li Family, accustomed to supremacy, deign to reveal their secrets? Thus, they had only one thought: to capture Zhou Heng and forcefully extract the information! This pushed both parties to an irreparable state of enmity, and while Zhou Heng was not bloodthirsty, he could not let go of those who wanted to kill him.

"Hahaha, make your move! Don’t think for a moment we will beg for mercy!"

"As long as the Old Ancestor is with the Li Family, we will never fall!"

"The Old Ancestor will avenge us!"

"You won’t live much longer either. We will be waiting for you on the road to the underworld!" freёnovelkiss.com

Seemingly anticipating their inevitable death, the members of the Li Family behaved like true scoundrels. Far from begging for mercy, they instead hurled challenges at Zhou Heng.

The Old Ancestor of the Li Family, a Creation King!

This indeed was a formidable enemy, someone Zhou Heng could not possibly defeat with his current battle power! Even if he were to break through to the Sublimation Emperor level, it would be difficult because the barriers of the Realm of Creation were too formidable—one needed to reach at least Twenty Aspects to break through!

Before that, Zhou Heng had no qualifications to fight head-on with a Creation King!

——Of course, if a Creation King were to be careless and get punched or slashed by Zhou Heng, then they wouldn’t be far from their soul scattering to the winds.

Zhou Heng brandished the Black Sword and said, "Even if you are a Creation King, so what? Whoever wants to kill me, I will kill them! If the Li Family doesn’t wish to plummet like the setting sun, then pray that your Old Ancestor does not make a grave mistake!"

As the sword shadow passed, the chests of the seven members of the Li Family each bore a sword hole, blood gushing out as they died completely.

Zhou Heng sheathed the Black Sword, his figure flashing as he quickly left the valley. The poison there was indeed terrifying, requiring him to continuously defend with his spiritual power, greatly consuming his energy. Naturally, he needed to leave as soon as the deed was done.

After leaving the valley, he first refined the Life Essence Qi absorbed by the Black Sword, and then leaped up to return to the Holy Immortals Hall—six Sublimation Emperors and one Sublimation Sovereign together only allowed Zhou Heng to increase by one Dharma Aspect.

The Creation King of the Li Family must realize they were trapped in a confined world, which would have made a good ally under different circumstances. Unfortunately, they now stood on utterly opposite sides, which was quite a headache to think about.

After all, this world was too small. If Zhou Heng wanted to leave, he must find a way to ascend the Holy Mountain. That effectively drew a prison for him, limiting his movements within this space.

Zhou Heng executed his movement technique, but it still took him five days to return to the Holy Immortals Hall. There were nineteen days left before the contest for the Holy Water Envoy.

All parties were gearing up anxiously. A thousand years had passed since the last contest for the Holy Water Envoy, and naturally, many new talents had emerged among the major powers. However, compared to Yan Jinrui, Sun Zhuoli, and Qiao Qingqing, the rest still fell short.

The highest odds still favored these three.

Time passed swiftly, and half a month went by in the blink of an eye. The preliminary draws for the contest of the Holy Water Envoy began, dividing all contenders into five large groups—only by becoming the first in their group could they advance smoothly to join Yan Jinrui, Sun Zhuoli, and Qiao Qingqing as the final eight, and then redraw lots to decide the ultimate victor.

Yan Jinrui, Sun Zhuoli, and Qiao Qingqing were seeded players. They did not have to participate in the first round of competition and directly advanced to the top eight.

The first round was simple; it was not a matter of eliminating opponents round after round. They only had to fight once—everyone had to fight just once!

This was a free-for-all!

Hundreds of people on the same platform, being knocked off or running off, both counted as a loss! Moreover, there were no repercussions for killing someone on the platform, so there was no use relying on the rules of the Holy Immortals Hall against murder to pull off any cheap tricks for victory.

——Only the bravest warriors, the true experts, are worthy of fetching Holy Water for the supreme deities!

Zhou Heng glanced over; he had been allocated to the fourth large group.

"Oh, four, that’s an unlucky number!" the Red Dragon Empress immediately reached out and snatched away the number card that Zhou Heng had just received, then exclaimed dramatically.

"Not this again!" Zhou Heng spread his hands.

"You can fetch it yourself!" the Red Dragon Empress said as she stuffed the card down her neckline, tucking it into the deep cleavage. The fact that the card didn’t distort the shape of her breasts upon insertion showed just how magnificent they were, and how deep the valley between them was!

Zhou Heng’s heart fluttered, and he felt a certain part of him harden instantly, his gaze fixating on the snowy swell before him.

Damn, this place amplified all his emotions by more than tenfold!

"Second Sister, you’re embarrassing us!" the Blue Dragon Empress quickly pulled out the card and tossed it directly to Zhou Heng without looking.

Zhou Heng caught the card, feeling its warmth and a faint scent that made his heart flutter again.

He had to leave this place as soon as possible!

Five days later, the first group’s grand battle kicked off in the Holy Immortals Hall’s Martial Battle Arena, with the second to fifth groups following suit over the next four days. There were no rules for the matches, any magic artifact could be used, but forbidden techniques such as self-destructing Dharma Aspects were not permitted.

Zhou Heng didn’t go to watch the battles; it made no difference to him who won, as he would defeat them with a single punch!

Three days later, it was finally the turn of Zhou Heng’s fourth group.

The people who made it out from the first three groups were Chen Hao, Ma Yifei, and Yuan Shan, all Sublimation Sovereigns. Among them, only Chen Hao was a newcomer who had just emerged, while Ma Yifei and Yuan Shan had participated in the competition for the Holy Water Envoy nine times before. This was their last chance.

Zhou Heng had a piece of paper on his chest with the numbers "two hundred sixty-six" on it, his number. However, this enormous Martial Battle Arena obviously had more than just a couple of hundred people; it was filled with participants on a thousand-person scale.

Of course, not all of them were at the Sublimation Realm. In this minor world, Sublimation Realm Martial Artists were not so devalued!

Probably only around two hundred people had reached the Sublimation Realm, and there were only over fifty Sublimation Sovereigns. Most were Sunshine Emperors, and there were even Sunshine Sovereigns. Were these martial artists hoping to stand out? Even if they did, what then? Once they reached the final eight, there would be real experts to face!

—Since the title of Holy Water Envoy was a prestigious honor, even if they couldn’t claim the greatest glory, squeezing into the final eight would still make them famous!

The two words, fame and fortune, have driven countless people to strive relentlessly!

These individuals weren’t fighting alone; they formed small teams of a dozen or even dozens, working together to protect one person, attempting to ensure a figure from their force stood out.

Is that even allowed?

You have to admit, every set of rules has its loopholes, especially in such a chaotic battle with almost no rules at all—people are bound to take advantage of that.

But what of it? A true expert should be able to dominate and emerge victorious in any situation!

Clang!

With the sound of a gong, the chaotic battle began.

"Kill!"

"Anyone who doesn’t want to die, get out of the Martial Battle Arena on your own!"

"Hahaha, the victor of this group will belong to our Yun Family!"

"Nonsense, our Young Master is the one who will win this time!"

Amidst the clashing of weapons, swearing erupted from here and there. When warriors were in the heat of battle, immersed in life and death struggles, how many would care about being genteel?

The battle was fierce, and within the first moments, dozens were already eliminated from the arena. So far, there were injuries but no deaths, although things might change once bloodlust set in.

"Kid, watch out for the blade!" A middle-aged man swung his knife at Zhou Heng. This man was crafty; he only shouted a warning as the knife was nearly upon Zhou Heng, not to alert him but to cause more panic. If one had no combat experience, they would surely be wounded.

Zhou Heng raised his fist to meet the attack, smiling, "Watch the fist!"

"Haha, kid, you’re asking for death!" The middle-aged man sneered; he might only be a Sublimation King, but once he slashed someone with his knife—even a Sublimation Sovereign—they would surely kneel!

Boom!

The fist struck against the blade, and explosive power surged through; the knife immediately turned into a streak of cold light and shot up into the sky.

The middle-aged man’s facial expression froze as the webbing of his hand split open, blood gushing wildly.

"Hey, who the hell ambushed me!" Not far away, a man with a pained expression suddenly sprang up from the ground with the middle-aged man’s knife sticking out of his buttocks!

He had been clever, playing dead on the ground, planning to join the fight after the worst was over. Little did he expect that even lying low, he would still get hit—no, stabbed. The knife Zhou Heng had punched away had landed just perfectly to stab him right in the backside.

"You going out on your own, or should I punch you out?" Zhou Heng smiled.

"Kid, what are you so smug about? You think I’m alone?" The middle-aged man, after the initial shock, did not show weakness but shouted defiantly. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read on m.qidian.com.)

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