Chapter 240: Chapter 237: Victory_1
"What kind of weapon is this?"
Shen Youlin glanced at the incomparably exquisite Xuanyuan Sword, feeling a momentary unease before his confidence returned.
The Kylin Sword is the foremost Imperial Sword of the Eastern Continent!
He refused to believe that the minor Divine Court of the Great Qin Dynasty could possess an imperial weapon even more formidable than the Kylin Sword!
CLANG!
Under the gazes of countless onlookers, the two swords clashed, sending sparks flying, locked in a stalemate.
Shen Youlin’s expression froze!
As he watched the point of impact between the two swords, his pupils contracted violently. A tiny notch had appeared on the crimson blade of his Kylin Sword, while the Xuanyuan Sword remained utterly unscathed.
BOOM!
A few breaths later, accompanied by a piercing shriek, both combatants were sent flying backward. Qin Wudao retreated about thirty zhang, but Shen Youlin, regarded by many as the young War God, was hurled back a full sixty zhang!
Twice the distance of Qin Wudao!
The disparity was instantly apparent!
"Whoa! This Monarch of Qin Country is so powerful! He’s actually suppressing Shen Youlin! This is insane! Buddy, pinch me, is this for real?" a young man roared excitedly to his companion.
His companion, also curious if it was real, grabbed the young man’s arm and twisted it a full three hundred and sixty degrees.
"AHHHH!"
A pig-like squeal echoed through the clouds.
Everyone was now convinced that the scene before them was real. Shen Youlin—born in a Sacred Land, possessing the best cultivation resources, and personally tutored by a Great Emperor—was actually being pushed back by a monarch from a so-called ’mud-legged’ background.
"Damn this peasant! Our Saint Heir will undoubtedly achieve the final victory!"
"That’s right! The outcome isn’t decided yet! Our Saint Heir will surely win and defeat this accursed Monarch of Qin Country!"
The disciples from the Sacred Land also began to panic, angrily denouncing Qin Wudao and dismissing him as worthless. How could the Saint Heir, whom they revered most and saw as the guiding beacon of their lives, possibly lose?
He won’t lose!
He absolutely will not lose!
Meanwhile, on the arena stage, Shen Youlin felt the same as the Sacred Land disciples: He was infuriated to an extreme. Although he hadn’t been defeated yet, in his eyes, being pushed back was an immense humiliation!
This shame must be washed away with blood!
"Seal, release!"
Shen Youlin lifted his head, his eyes turning a fiery red. Within them, an image of a Kylin seemed to gallop. It crossed abysses, traversed high mountains, and chased the stars of the nine heavens, before finally vanishing into the depths of the cosmos.
The aura within his body began to surge, like a slumbering tiger about to awaken!
Mid-stage Saint Realm!
Peak mid-stage Saint Realm!
Finally, he successfully broke through to the late-stage Saint Realm!
"HAHA! I knew the Saint Heir had a trump card! We’re definitely going to win now!"
The disciples of the Kylin Sacred Land grew excited, their earlier panic vanishing.
So, he’s going to lose after all, thought the prodigies from other sects, who had fallen silent and were no longer scoffing, as they no longer had the right. They merely watched Qin Wudao, a trace of disappointment mixed with anticipation in their eyes.
For tens of millions of years, the champions of every ’East Border Grand Ceremony’ had always been disciples from the Kylin Sacred Land!
This made them hope for someone to appear who could break the myth of invincibility created by the Kylin Sacred Land.
Late-stage Saint Realm? Qin Wudao’s heart sank slightly. As expected of the Sacred Land’s Saint Heir. His cultivation is truly formidable, breaking through to the late-stage Saint Realm before the age of twenty, far surpassing other prodigies.
However, he wasn’t intimidated. Instead, his fighting spirit surged!
Fight! Fight! Fight!
The path of a Martial Artist is ever fraught with challenges. The Shen Youlin before me is merely a stepping stone on my path forward.
"Immortal Technique: Kylin Immortal-Slaying Sword!" Shen Youlin roared. A colossal phantom of a Kylin stepped forth from the annals of eternal time and space. It carried an invincible will capable of suppressing eras and slaughtering immortals and demons, empowering the Kylin Sword.
A Sword Qi, dozens of zhang long, hung suspended in the air, imbued with the formidable power to cleave the world and make gods and demons fall!
This strike had already surpassed the power limits of the Saint Realm; even powerful Saints would find it hard to withstand.
"Five-Character Incantation: Suppress!"
Facing such a potent attack, Qin Wudao dared not be careless. He immediately employed the Immortal Technique previously rewarded by the system. Five brilliant golden characters flew from his mouth, emanating a mystical power.
Instantly, the Sword Qi unleashed by Shen Youlin began to weaken continuously. By the time it neared Qin Wudao, most of its destructive force had dissipated.
"Shatter!"
Qin Wudao flicked his left hand, sending out a burst of energy that shattered the incoming Sword Qi.
"Divine Skill: Power of Ten Thousand Beasts!" Shen Youlin’s face was grim as he unleashed the second Divine Skill of his Ten Thousand Beasts Divine Body. Within the dense Spiritual Energy, phantoms of ten thousand divine beasts appeared—some galloping, some crouching, some engaged in battle...
"Power of the Fierce Tiger: Imbue!"
"Power of the Mighty Lion: Imbue!"
"Power of the Rampaging Python: Imbue..."
Surrounded by the swirling phantoms of ten thousand beasts, Shen Youlin resembled an ancient beast god. With each declaration, a beast phantom merged into his body, augmenting his power.
The violent Spiritual Energy, like surging waves, crashed against the Spiritual Energy shield protecting the arena.
Even the battling Fire Kylin and Azure Dragon were significantly affected, momentarily halting their confrontation.
"Chaos Divine Body: Divine Power Bolster!" Qin Wudao also activated his Chaos Divine Body. After replicating the abilities of the Ten Thousand Beasts Divine Body, his Chaos Divine Body had derived this Divine Skill: Divine Power Bolster.
In an instant, the sky and earth darkened. Beyond the Purple Hell, a hazy, colossal figure materialized. The supreme aura of the Great Dao billowed like a tide, seemingly trampling the primordial continent beneath its feet.
An indescribably terrifying power infused Qin Wudao’s body. Every cell, every fiber of his muscles, seemed to thrum with exhilaration, each possessing the power to move mountains and fill seas.
Power!
An endless stream of power!
It converged into Qin Wudao’s fists as he struck out.
Shen Youlin’s attack erupted simultaneously—a fist of astral energy condensed from the Power of Ten Thousand Beasts.
BOOM!
A thunderous impact resounded for many li around. Qin Wudao’s and Shen Youlin’s attacks fiercely collided, like two meteorites crashing into each other. The resulting shockwave instantly obliterated the arena stage, sending debris flying.
Overwhelming shockwaves engulfed the entire arena!
Fortunately, the arena was protected by a Spiritual Energy shield; otherwise, the dispersing energies would have decimated most of Kylin Square!
The Void shattered, reformed, and then shattered once more...
Everything within the arena became a blur of dazzling light, obscuring the scene within.
"Who will win?"
Countless people watched with bated breath. They all knew that once the aftershocks dissipated, the true ’Young King’ of the East Border would be decided!
Will it be Qin Wudao? Or Shen Youlin?
HMPH!
However, no one noticed the Kylin Great Emperor, his expression dark, vanishing from his throne as if he already knew the battle’s outcome.
「A few minutes later...」
The lingering destructive energies slowly dissipated.
Two blood-soaked figures were revealed, covered in wounds, their faces almost unrecognizable.
The only distinction: one stood, the other lay prone.
"I am the sovereign!" the standing Qin Wudao declared slowly.
"Wansheng! Wansheng! Wansheng..."
After a brief silence, cheers erupted from the Great Qin Dynasty’s contingent. Their Emperor had won!