CHAPTER 37: CHAPTER 37 TUG OF WAR

"Ha! Two Remnants of Shenlong Sect. I’m surprised you survived numerous calamities and even made such tremendous strides in your cultivation base. However, your luck runs out today!"

The old Sword Saint’s expression was icy as he unsheathed the King-level Sword from his back.

The blade was as white as snow, emitting a shimmering, cold light.

When the old Sword Saint gripped this sword, the surrounding air suddenly grew heavy. It seemed as if countless tiny wisps of Sword Qi were slowly brewing within it.

The temperature plummeted.

Seeing the old Sword Saint unsheathe his sword, the disciples of the Sword God Sect all revealed fanatical expressions. The old Sword Saint was the spiritual monument of the Sword God Sect, a god in the eyes of all disciples.

Ye Yun sat in the carriage, calmly watching everything unfold, his expression serene.

This old Sword Saint’s attainment in the Sword Dao is indeed remarkable. For Jun Moxiao and Luo Li, this will undoubtedly be a grueling battle.

But that was also a good thing, a form of tempering. After all, both of them had been stuck at the Molding God Realm Tenth Layer. If they could spar with the old Sword Saint and temper themselves, it would surely be immensely beneficial for their breakthrough to the Divine Bridge Realm.

Upon hearing the old Sword Saint’s words, Jun Moxiao’s eyes turned red with rage. His body trembled, and he spat contemptuously before cursing aloud, "You old scoundrel! So it was all your doing!"

"You mere Remnants of Shenlong Sect dare to scold me?"

Hearing Jun Moxiao’s words, the old Sword Saint seethed with anger and slashed his sword towards him.

The Sword Qi was earth-shattering. It flashed once in the void before arriving in front of Jun Moxiao.

Jun Moxiao was abruptly startled. The old Sword Saint’s sword-drawing speed was incredibly fast. If he weren’t a powerhouse at the Pinnacle of Shaping God Realm, he likely wouldn’t even have had the chance to draw his own sword.

In his haste, Jun Moxiao struck out with his sword while simultaneously activating the Divine Dragon Nine-Change Body Technique.

The two swords collided.

Jun Moxiao was sent flying backward by a tremendous force. He transformed into several phantoms in mid-air, dissipating the force before finally landing on the ground. His shoulders swayed slightly, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

In just the first exchange, Jun Moxiao had sustained a light injury.

"Junior Brother, are you alright?" Luo Li rushed over upon seeing this.

Jun Moxiao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his head. "Senior Sister, this old fellow is incredibly powerful. We need to be extra careful."

Luo Li nodded with a solemn expression. Her strength was about thirty percent weaker than Jun Moxiao’s. If she were to face the old Sword Saint head-on and take a direct blow, her injuries would likely be even more severe.

However, their strongest Ultimate Techniques were not Swordsmanship, but movement techniques. Having been on the run for years, their Nine Changes of the God Dragon had reached an extremely high level, further enhanced by their Ancestor’s continuous guidance. One could even say that their proficiency in the Nine Changes of the God Dragon far exceeded their Dragon God Sword Technique.

"As expected of Master! That young man coughed up blood with just one move," Zhao Wuji thought, secretly delighted to see Jun Moxiao injured. My master, the Sword Saint, was invincible in the Ancient Moon Dynasty a century ago. He had no equal in his generation and could even kill those in higher realms.

"Grandmaster is invincible!"

"Just one sword strike and that young man was wounded."

"So powerful!"

The surrounding Sword God Sect disciples all had fanatical looks in their eyes.

This young man... His body is strong!

Unlike the Sword God Sect disciples, the old Sword Saint was inwardly shocked. He had used half his strength in that sword strike, yet he hadn’t expected the young man before him to only have a thin trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth. This was completely different from what he had imagined. In his mind, that strike should have severely injured the youth, if not incapacitated him entirely. Yet, it had only caused a minor injury.

The old Sword Saint took two steps forward, swung his sword, and unleashed two more chilling beams of sword light that tore through the air.

Luo Li and Jun Moxiao were already on guard. The moment the old Sword Saint moved, they activated the Divine Dragon Nine-Change Body Technique. The two of them transformed into more than a dozen Divine Dragon Phantoms, weaving through the air and narrowly dodging the old Sword Saint’s lethal attack.

The movement technique of these two Remnants... is indeed impressive! The old Sword Saint was a discerning man and couldn’t help but nod inwardly. He recalled that some of his subordinates, despite being stronger than these Remnants of Shenlong Sect, had found it incredibly difficult to capture them. This was thanks to the Dragon God Sect’s unique movement technique.

Thinking this, the old Sword Saint sneered. Suddenly, he became an illusory figure, his sword technique flowing like a mighty river, relentlessly attacking the two.

The three began to fight in mid-air.

Although the old Sword Saint’s movement technique was formidable, it was still slightly inferior to the Dragon God Sect’s Nine Changes of the God Dragon. He used his movement technique merely to keep pace with the duo; his true killing intent lay in the sword in his hand.

Beams of sword light shot towards them from all directions.

Luo Li and Jun Moxiao dodged while counter-attacking. Each time their swords met the light, both felt a shocking impact, as if struck by lightning.

After merely a dozen exchanges, Luo Li and Jun Moxiao had suffered injuries of varying degrees and had coughed up several mouthfuls of blood. Luo Li, in particular, had been struck by a sword, leaving a long, narrow gash on her left shoulder.

Ye Yun observed the battle, his expression as tranquil as an ancient well, showing no trace of emotion.

Then, he gently tapped a finger in the void.

The Super Divine Dragon Breath of the Robes on Luo Li and Jun Moxiao suddenly surged, instantly reaching the Emperor Level. Simultaneously, their swords also attained the Emperor Level.

The Super Divine Dragon Breath of Emperor Level Treasures permeated the air. The attacking old Sword Saint paused, a fervent glint in his eyes.

These two youngsters are indeed blessed with great fortune! The Robes on their bodies and the swords in their hands are all Emperor Level; only their Super Divine Dragon Breath was concealed.

The old Sword Saint cared little for the Robes; what mattered were the two swords in Luo Li’s and Jun Moxiao’s hands. The potent Emperor Level Super Divine Dragon Breath emanating from these two swords made it difficult for him to contain his desire. He had immersed himself in the Sword Dao for many years, yet the best sword he possessed was merely a King-level Top Grade. For so long, he had yearned for an Emperor Level Divine Sword.

He had never imagined that today, the Remnants of Shenlong Sect he had been pursuing for hundreds of years would deliver two Emperor Level Divine Swords to him! This filled the old Sword Saint’s heart with immense joy, and he was determined to seize both Emperor Level Swords.

Luo Li and Jun Moxiao were simultaneously overjoyed. Our Ancestor has unsealed them for us again! With Emperor Level Robes and Emperor Level Swords, their combat prowess had once again soared.

The old Sword Saint’s heart burned with greed, eager to seize the swords. Thus, he launched the first attack.

Streams of sword light whistled through the air, enveloping them from all directions.

Jun Moxiao and Luo Li were immediately plunged into a dire crisis, struck by dozens of sword gleams. Even with the protection of their Emperor Level Robes, the tremendous force behind the strikes sent their Qi and blood into turmoil, causing them to cough up blood repeatedly.