Saleret's operation was like Hell, barely enduring the side effects of pushing the scale forward, the intense red of Ghost Eye seemed ready to spill blood, completely overloaded.

He foresaw Xiao Long evading real attacks with feints, sidestepping and circling to his back.

For everyone, it was an instant, and for him, it was also an instant.

In that fleeting moment before the instant.

The blade hadn't moved, but the cold gleam already pinned down the entire arena's air,

Saleret stepped forward, causing the ground to crack with fine lines, his arm trembled tautly, knuckles turning white, crouching with such pressure that his knee creaked, like a lurking man-eating fierce tiger, pulling the dual blades like bent bows.

With a thunderous unmatched explosion.

As if compressing a full five seconds of motion in a Different Space-Time, it unleashed all at once, the sudden draw splitting the air so forcefully that even the wind dodged to the sides.

Silver lightning cut through the air, each blade seeking the soul, the shadows of the swords converging into a sky-covering net that enveloped Xiao Long from all directions, instantly gathering and then exploding apart.

Like countless pairs of straight lines stamped on the ground a thousand times, with Xiao Long at the center, all the directions of the flying debris were pinned straight by the blade's light, carving deep grooves that erupted into dust clouds.

The overlapping wave of sound covered the entire Imperial Arena, as if even sound had Qi, under this blood-freezing and shocking murderous intent, countless people leaned back in alarm.

But Xiao Long...

Unexpectedly blocked it.

With Quan Jiu's lesson, only strength can break all techniques.

As the dust dispersed, he stood firm, his feet rooted to the ground, long sword supported on the ground, his gathered long hair scattered by the Qi caused by the sword fight.

His face was expressionless, his gaze like iron tempered by ice.

Only absolute strength, absolute defense, swinging a sword with utmost force, the wind wrapped and spread threateningly.

The human intent triggers killing, dragon and snake rise on the land, with radiating absolute destructive power, sternly withstood the frenzied assault dancing on Time's dark side.

"How is this possible?"

Saleret's head ached as if splitting, the ferocity in his Ghost Eye was madly intense, but double visions began to appear in front of him.

With a crack...

A line of blood stretched across his forehead, seeping blood plasma, flowing into his eyes, consciousness gradually becoming dazed.

Xiao Long could have blinded him, making him completely blind, but he didn't.

"As I said, you shouldn't have come to participate in the Continent Martial Arts Competition, if you had remained active in the dark, you would have been the strongest assassin, it's a pity, because of your lack of foresight, the world has lost a most powerful person."

Xiao Long lamented, for he was like the Sword King, traveling the world, seeking out the world's masters.

Saleret couldn't just let it go, he wanted to kill more, dashing and slicing brilliantly.

Raging flames fueling his heart, to thoroughly investigate the blood case he was falsely accused of back then, no one would remember the top four, the semi-finalists, it is only the strongest whose words carry the most weight.

If not successful, then die to become a martyr!

The insatiable blade glow, Xiao Long's movements were imperceptible, just his sleeves flapping slightly.

Slash rotations unfolded countless silver arcs blossoming into tangled lines of explosion.

Like a mountain pressing down, Saleret felt his tiger's mouth numb, as if resisting the collapse of heaven, both blades were immediately knocked away, thrown dozens of meters back, crashing into the barrier and falling to the ground.

"Don't you have things to do? About the Overlord Descendant..."

Xiao Long reminded him.

Not only the audience, competitors, but also guests from various countries, Royal Court special seats and Royal Family special seats were all waiting for the champion battle to conclude, for Phoenix's reward for the top sixteen.

Theoretically, all top sixteen could make requests, like entering a department as a General, hoping for a residence somewhere, and so on.

But only the champion is entitled to make a wish, Lockhart once had the Emperor exempt his homeland's taxes for three years.

There would surely be a lot of exciting acts then, Xiao Long anticipated.

He disagreed with Quan Jiu's stance, but shared part of the ideology.

The appearance of the Western Continent's only legitimate ruler, this was a good thing.

Saleret's consciousness was a bit blurred, but he rallied his spirits, becoming more clear-headed.

"Even if you have some trump card, the burden is immense, not to mention defeating me, there's still the decisive battle. You have more important things to do."

Xiao Long said calmly.

On the other side.

The oasis camp outside Drifting City.

[Just as analyzed by major newspapers, the compiler of the "Basic Sword Skills Manual", Hall-level Adventurer, Divine Sword Xiaolong, entered the winner's group, becoming one of the two in the final champion duel.

Next, it will be the duel between the most formidable dark horse with no nationality, Gedre, and the one known as Death Dance, Julius!

The winner will decide with Xiaolong... who is the number one on the continent!]

"Brother Dao... lost."

Liszt held his head in his hands.

"That's great, otherwise this guy would have played mind games, worn a mask, had some honored title in the top three of the Continent Martial Arts Competition, enhancing his aura of mystery, reaping all the benefits."

Shadi was relieved, as no one could shake the esteemed status of his Handsome Heavenly Emperor.

Liszt could only think positively, it was acceptable, it was all like gods fighting, Brother Dao had already burned out.

"Damn, it seems no matter how well the body is trained, it's not as good as having prismatic rune equipment, Brother Dao managed an eighty boost, Xiao Long, this guy has passage fees plus dual-blade flow plus successive strikes plus lightning strike plus Ghost Sickle's Rampage Blade."

Rein also felt it unfortunate, although Saleret betrayed the Cloud Palace expeditionary army, he was a headstrong iron-headed person, one-track-minded, perhaps he truly didn't care about appearances, nor played mind tricks, it was just a pity.

"For god's sake, Reaper's passage fees, you've understood it all!"

Liszt was about to forget it all, this guy, the Werewolf remembered everything, he hadn't mentioned it much himself, had he?

So now.

Who the champion is no longer mattered, it had nothing to do with Liszt, in any case, they were all running dogs for official promotions, hoping the Emperor would send two rocket rewards.

"If the plan goes well, Mika has already left the Continent Arena, hopefully left the Imperial City, being caught in the act, that's truly unimaginable."

What Liszt said.

Even though Shadi came up with this outrageous plan, none of the Black Sail people dared to join, beneath the Emperor's feet, it's terrifying.

Only by connecting with the Immortal Emperor, standing resolute.

"I wonder if there's any connection with Qili, when the news breaks, Black Sail has a sexual assaulter, anyway Liszt is the Lao Da, fully responsible, let's see the soldiers you brought out."

Rein reckoned Qili was the kind of person, money certainly wouldn't work, everyone here was less wealthy than this woman.

Mika wasn't ugly, but just average, a slightly above-average person, trained Ten Times World King Fist in the brothel's Spiritual Time House, capital-rich.

But as everyone knows, the more capable a woman is, the more unsatisfied she is, blood and flesh are weak, machines ascended, plus she has her own career, reached the pinnacle, a female powerhouse, no electromagnetic rotation of a million horses could conquer.

"Why are you sure Mika would commit sexual assault?"

Liszt considered that as an unavoidable last resort.

Virgin, demon, martyr, magical.

Qili was precisely such a maddening existence, belonged to the social elite Empress, her allure was terrifying.

Passersby would fall for the poster at a glance, let alone connecting with the Immortal Emperor.

But if Mika really did such a thing, as Lao Da, he could only tearfully announce that Qili seduced him, otherwise, it would affect all future business, high-level affairs played with ideology and public opinion direction.

"Because... we are... pirates."

Rein Agni's face, "Use Flame Fist on her."

Liszt found himself unable to refute.

"No, the way you're saying it, Mika's going for Qili, for her daring to go on this trip, what if he never plans to return?"

Chuan Che found the blind spot.

Not just anyone, even the insane, wouldn't have the courage, sending the Emperor a coffin, truly the Western Continent's number one ruthless person.

"Damn..."

Liszt was greatly shaken, could... could it really be possible?