CHAPTER 164: CHAPTER 162: GENIUS WAR OF YOUTH_1

On the fighting stage, Qin Wudao and Minglong faced each other, weapons drawn. Both wielded battle swords, their Sword Qi coiling around them, their Sword Intent piercing the air as if to tear a hole in the heavens. Their terrifying auras bifurcated the space above the stage.

He actually comprehended Sword Intent too? Minglong was secretly surprised. He had thought that in the surrounding Dao Domains, only he had comprehended Sword Intent and could stand proudly above the younger generation of prodigies.

A crisp sword hum emanated from the battle sword in his hand.

"Changkong, are you excited too?"

Hearing the sword’s ring, Minglong grew excited. He emitted a strong fighting spirit, his entire being exuding sharpness, as if he and his battle sword had fused into one, achieving the state of man-sword unity.

Changkong was the name of his treasured sword!

A divine weapon!

It was also a heritage weapon of the Light God’s Divine Court, possessing terrifying power.

"Kill!" Minglong roared, his voice so laden with sharpness it caused eardrums to throb as if pricked by needles.

He took a large step forward, launching himself like a cannonball. His body soared a hundred zhang into the air. Gripping the sword hilt tightly with both hands, he hacked down with tremendous force, making the attack even more terrifying.

"ROAR!"

A white dragon shadow emerged from the battle sword, forming a hundred-zhang-long Sword Qi. It carried the oppressive might of a giant dragon, striking directly at the soul.

The world seemed to be cleaved apart!

It seemed that in the entire world, there was nothing but this battle sword; anything else would be obliterated by its Sword Qi.

If an ordinary person faced this Sword Qi, they would likely be so terrified their limbs would go limp. They would be a mess, possibly even losing the will to fight.

"Return of the Ten Thousand Swords!"

Qin Wudao looked up, his expression unchanged, and lifted his Xuanyuan Sword. A golden, dragon-shaped Sword Qi burst through the air, baring fangs and brandishing claws, appearing almost corporeal.

One white, one gold!

The two giant dragons roared, colliding under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

BOOM! RUMBLE!

Heaven and earth seemed to explode as the two giant dragons clashed ferociously.

The tremendous power caused the Void to crack. Deep, crisscrossing chasms spread across the sky, like tears in stitched-together paper.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

Both shouted simultaneously, their eyes locked on each other, as if their opponent was the only other being left in the world. Then, they engaged in a fierce battle. Sparks flew where the Xuanyuan Sword and the Changkong Sword collided.

On the broad stage, afterimages flickered everywhere as they fought from the sky to the ground and back up again.

In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged dozens of rounds!

Qin Wudao’s strength is on par with the Ninth Prince! Among the onlookers, Wang Shou’s eyes were fixed on the battlefield. For some reason, ever since hearing Minglong issue the challenge, he had an ominous premonition that left him deeply agitated. This was especially true now, seeing them skirmish for dozens of rounds with no clear victor.

Your Majesty, you must win! Most of the observing subjects from the Qin Empire watched with terrified hearts, praying silently.

Only a few, like Zhuge Liang, were not overly worried.

They all understood Qin Wudao’s strength.

BANG!

Another powerful collision sent Qin Wudao and Minglong flying backward. Their clothes and hair were slightly disheveled, but their auras only grew more terrifying, their fighting spirit more intense.

Both Qin Wudao and Minglong had easily crushed all enemies encountered on their cultivation journeys. Neither had ever faced a true opponent. Now that they had finally found an adversary on their level, they naturally wanted to fight to their heart’s content.

"Light God’s Holy Sword!"

Minglong’s eyes were as sharp as a god’s. The Changkong battle sword emitted a dazzling white light, brighter than the sun itself. It formed a holy Sword Qi, carrying the power to cleanse all things.

Above the Sword Qi hovered a phantom figure with a pair of wings, resembling an angel.

Bathed in its glorious radiance, all opposing forces seemed to lose their edge.

Such powerful suppression! Qin Wudao’s brow furrowed slightly. Under the radiance of the white light, the Sword Qi he unleashed seemed to have its edges ground smooth, losing its sharpness.

His overall strength felt suppressed by at least thirty percent.

"The Ninth Prince has already used the Divine Skills of the Light God Divine Body. Now it all depends on Qin Wudao’s special physique!" Wang Shou murmured to himself, his gaze fixed on Qin Wudao. In this battle, whoever possessed the stronger physique would emerge victorious. Judging from their exchanges so far, they were evenly matched in conventional techniques.

However, he was unaware that Qin Wudao still had many trump cards unplayed. For instance, if the Xuanyuan Sword’s power were unsealed, it could easily defeat Minglong.

The power of light, huh? Qin Wudao’s eyes gleamed with two divine rays. An aura of absolute supremacy, one that stood above all creation, emerged. The Void behind him collapsed as if celestial beings and demons had perished there.

Minglong’s heart trembled, but his attack speed did not falter as he tore through the sky.

Sword of Dawn!

Qin Wudao thought. Beneath his clothes, countless mystical golden patterns materialized on his skin. His aura, once vast as the sea and filled with the essence of slaughter and Chaos, now purified, merging seamlessly with the light.

He thrust his sword, and it was as if it encompassed sun, moon, mountains, rivers, and a thousand leagues of land!

Within this sword strike, one could perceive a nation: its governance harmonious and trusted, its ruler sagacious and ministers virtuous, its people living in peace and contentment. It was an age of unparalleled peace, devoid of darkness, where all aspired towards the light.

This sword, too, was a sword of light!

The power of light? What kind of physique does he possess? Why is its aura so similar to this prince’s? Looking at this Sword Qi, Minglong sensed a familiar aura and was silently perplexed.

But before he could find an answer, the two Sword Qi clashed.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG...!

Minglong’s pure, sacred Sword Qi was no match for Qin Wudao’s Holy Path Sword Qi, which was augmented by his national power. It only held for a dozen breaths or so before its energy was depleted, shattering inch by inch.

The Chaos Divine Body, its first Divine Skill, could simulate the power of three thousand physiques!

It was just that domineering!

"Pfft!"

A sweet taste rose in Minglong’s throat as he spat out a mouthful of hot blood, his body sent flying backward.

"No!" Perhaps realizing his defeat, Minglong let out a mournful howl and quickly looked to the east.

WHOOSH!

A stream of Fortune tore across the sky and descended upon Qin Wudao. High above the Great Light Domain, the radiant ’Hidden Dragon List’ dimmed.

After two years of struggle, Minglong had defeated the top ten prodigies of the Great Light Domain, so only his name had remained on the ’Hidden Dragon List’!

With his defeat, the ’Hidden Dragon List’ lost all its brilliance!

"Give me back my Fortune!" Minglong, his face pale from the loss, glared venomously at Qin Wudao. Overcome by rage and the shock to his system, his vision blackened, and he fainted.

"Your Highness, the Ninth Prince!" Wang Shou cried out in alarm. He quickly helped Minglong up and, without another word, flew into the distance, leaving the Imperial Capital.

"Your Majesty, should we pursue them?" Li Si asked.

"No need." Qin Wudao shook his head and began to assimilate the massive influx of Fortune. Instantly, his mind felt clear and his soul as if it were about to ascend to a higher plane; his cultivation speed had nearly doubled.

"DING! Congratulations to the Host for defeating the ’Light God Divine Body,’ ranked forty-ninth. Sign-in reward: Red Thread of Fate!"

The system’s prompt echoed in Qin Wudao’s mind.