Chapter 530: Chapter 521: The Wrath of Thunder Could be Called a Reverse Scale_2

He was inclined to just retreat, but he had just declared his determination to the Young Master; to slink away now, weapon in hand, would be utterly humiliating!

So he clenched his teeth and glared defiantly, thrusting the Lei Wu spear into the white jade ground as he declared loudly, “I am willing to offer up this spear in exchange for the right to challenge. Who will fight in my stead?”

At this moment, Wu Bu failed to notice that the expression of the Heavenly Seal Sword Master had already turned as cold and indifferent as jade.

Ying Xiu’s expression was equally at its worst. This fool was truly idiotic, exchanging his Lei Wu spear for the benefit of others, making wedding dresses for them. If someone else defeated that boy, the position of City Lord would naturally have nothing to do with him.

What was the point of this act, other than to vent some anger? He really couldn’t see any other significance.

Su Guanhai shook his head, thinking that this youngster may have Talent, but his mentality was so naive it was embarrassing to make use of.

Brother Yu has the bad habit of judging people solely on their talent and not their character, and it’s truly beyond words.

The crowd looked at each other, all of them restless and ready to move, when Marquis Changming of Heavenly Sea drew his sword and stepped forward.

Wu Bu’s eyes lit up and he was about to speak, but Marquis Changming gestured to interrupt him, smiling, “Little brother, please don’t misunderstand. Although Marquis Changming cannot claim to be much of a gentleman, I wouldn’t take advantage of someone else’s treasure to fulfill my own desires. Seeing how this young man sincerely wishes to challenge the City Lord, I, the Marquis, am willing to offer up a Qingtian Mirror to exchange for this opportunity for him.”

He took out an order token from the Five Luminaries Square, which was indeed an Immortal Artifact of notable Rank.

This move once again greatly surprised everyone, unable to fathom what Marquis Changming’s true intention was.

With a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, Marquis Changming gently stroked the Qingtian Mirror, his slim, slightly effeminate eyes looking towards Baili An, “I wonder, City Lord, do you dare to accept the Mirror?”

Heavenly Sea’s Marquis Changming—Baili An knew that he was one of the dark horses in this grand examination.

The other well-known figures included Beiqing Tingjun, Crown Prince Ying Xiu, Daoist of Wandao Immortal Alliance, and the Young Manor Master of Green Blood Manor, all of whom had substantial prestige within the Four Seas of the Mortal World.

However, Marquis Changming’s reputation in the Mortal World was far less than these four.

Because he seldom left his home, spending all his time within the city palace, guarding the Holy Stele for over a hundred years.

He didn’t need much reputation in the Mortal World; in Xianling City, just having an unrivaled reputation and status was enough.

After all, his father was the former City Lord of Xianling.

There was also a history of hereditary succession in Xianling City.

If it weren’t for Her Majesty’s whim this year to personally select the new City Lord, he, Marquis Changming of Heavenly Sea, would have had a seventy percent certainty of inheriting the position.

Because of Marquis Changming’s interruption, a confrontation between Baili An and the Innate Thunder Body, Wu Bu, was inevitable.

Wu Bu couldn’t be bothered to ponder Marquis Changming’s intentions; since someone was willing to provide a pillow, he should rest easy and bow in thanks, “For the assistance provided today, Wu Bu of the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi Sword Sect will never forget.”

Marquis Changming just smiled without a word.

Baili An’s gaze shifted slightly, frowning, “Heir to the Thirteen Swords of the Tianxi Sword Sect?”

Worried that an unexpected change might occur, Wu Bu flicked his wrist and without a second word, initiated combat. The spear’s light surged forward; his entire body appeared translucent as blue, as the Spiritual Power like mighty river water, incessantly poured into the spear.

The spear tip cleaved through the space, accompanied by an ethereal sound of a dragon’s roar.

Baili An’s stray forelock flew back, revealing his slightly cool eyes. He side-stepped to avoid the thrust, and as his robe fluttered, he did not draw a sword because the only one he could use was the Autumnwater Sword.

The Autumnwater Sword’s Rank was too low; it simply couldn’t withstand the blow from Lei Wu’s spear and was therefore useless.

And using the stealthy Sword technique in the presence of so many righteous Immortal Sects was obviously impermissible.

If he had no suitable weapon to use, then he wouldn’t use one at all.

Facing the bone of a Venerable Immortal against the spine of the Thunder God, he was quite curious to see whose bones were harder.

Amidst the weaving Thunder Silk, several sharp lines tore through the thunderous energy. Baili An’s fingers, extending from his robe’s sleeve, became blades. His clean, rounded nails created five visible scratches in the intangible space.

The five cuts pierced through thunder, carrying inexplicable terrifying force.

Although Wu Bu was a young prodigy, he clearly lacked real combat experience. In an instant, five deep cuts that reached the bone appeared on his cheek, crossing his nose and lips. He immediately cried out in pain, but he did not forget to step into the Mysterious Sword Steps of the Tianxi Sword Sect.

A swift sidestep, dodging Baili An’s palm.

He slightly bent his elbow to retract the spear and spoke a curse, with Green Frost Purple Lightning transforming from silk into snakes. The spear’s tip rotated continuously, unleashing a tornado of thunderous fury. In an instant, the radiance sheltered all the lights in the hall, and the fierce brilliance of the young spear wielder shone as arrogantly as the youth himself.

The audience watched the battle with rapt attention, as the Mysterious Sword Qi intertwined within the storm of thunder and lightning. Someone murmured in a trembling voice, “A half-world flourishes with a single utterance; it’s the Supreme Dao Pure Sword Technique of the Tianxi Sword Sect!”

Yun Rong’s brows lifted slightly, as if deep in thought.

Su Guanhai and Yin Dufeng also showed a change in color, their expressions complex.

There was no time for their astonishment.

The Supreme Dao Pure Sword Technique, like the Cangwu Palace’s Embryo Nourishing spiritual energy Technique and Taixuan Sect’s Great Futu Technique, were the ultimate Taoist Techniques of the Three Sects of heaven and earth. These were techniques that not even the heirs of the Thirteen Swords had the qualification to study—only the successors could learn them while still young.

This young man’s Supreme Dao Pure Sword Technique was clearly only at a beginner’s level. The first layer, manifesting as Green Frost Sword Brutality, showed a power beyond the ordinary.

Yet the Sword Intent hidden within his Spear Qi took the form of a small green snake, a sign that even the first layer was not yet fully mastered.