Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor

Crack! Crack!

Two thunder balls the size of basins collided with a sword light, instantly resembling a thunderbolt that exploded fiercely, awakening everyone. The sword light and thunder sparks flew from the collision center in all directions.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Two figures flew back from the collision center, one white and one black. It was Chu Ming and Ye Mei. Chu Ming's figure was like a sword light, while Ye Mei's figure was like streaks of electric light.

Crackle! Crackle!

Chu Ming and Ye Mei landed steadily at the edge of the arena simultaneously, looking at each other.

"Let's end here for today. This place is not suitable for you. The Central Divine Domain is your stage."

Ye Mei glanced at Chu Ming and said indifferently, then jumped off the arena and turned away.

Chu Ming pondered for a moment, then jumped off the arena as well. Since he had already qualified to enter Sword Peak, the Hundred Battle Arena no longer had any use for him.

Ye Feiying looked at Chu Ming, then left the Hundred Battle Arena with Ye Chengtian. After they entered the City Lord's Mansion, they parted ways.

Ye Feiying hurriedly flew to the back mountain of the City Lord's Mansion. He had to report Ye Mei's situation to the patriarch of the Ye Family. As for the final outcome, it was beyond his control.

The twelve-family alliance of the Beiming Domain was formed by twelve powerful families, each having Great Powers of Transcendence.

However, each family had few Great Powers. The family with the most had only two, and a family like the Ye Family, which was in decline, had only one Great Power.

...

After Chu Ming jumped off the arena, he did not leave immediately but continued to watch the ongoing battles at the Hundred Battle Arena from below.

There were three spots to enter Sword Peak through the Hundred Battle Arena. He occupied one spot, leaving two spots remaining.

Currently, besides Chu Ming, the one with the most consecutive wins was Lin Xuan with eighty-one matches, followed by Hu Xueqi with seventy-four matches.

On the other hand, Wu Ning with the Blood-Dropping Sword had no consecutive wins at all and had only one chance left to step onto the arena.

Swoosh!

Under such circumstances, Wu Ning with the Blood-Dropping Sword could not sit still. He stomped his right foot on the ground and instantly leaped onto the arena.

...

The back mountain of the City Lord's Mansion was a sheer cliff, with scattered rocks and rubble everywhere.

Ye Feiying gently walked through a gorge, taking about a hundred steps, and arrived in front of a cave.

He clasped his fists and respectfully smoothed his sleeves, saying, "Patriarch, I have something to report."

Ye Feiying's voice was not loud. Normally, it would completely disappear within ten meters.

"I know. Go back. Don't concern yourself with Miss Ye's matters."

An aged voice came from the cave. The voice contained a lamentation of the inevitable changes of the world and the helplessness of witnessing the passage of time.

"Yes."

Ye Feiying's expression remained unchanged as he respectfully responded and then turned to leave.

With the divine power and spiritual sense of the Great Powers of Transcendence, they could cover the entire City Lord's Mansion. Everything that happened inside could not escape their eyes.

He came to report just for show and to express his attitude. Otherwise, his role as patriarch would be at an end.

"By the way, don't concern yourself with Chu Ming's matters either. Do not provoke him."

The aged voice rang out again.

"Yes."

Although Ye Feiying was puzzled, he understood that he would be informed of what he needed to know, but he wouldn't be privy to what he shouldn't know.

Ye Feiying returned to the City Lord's Mansion, taking numerous turns along the way. Only after his figure disappeared did a white shadow slowly emerge from the cave.

"Blue Thunder King's direct disciple is not to be trifled with."

The white shadow was an old man dressed in white robes, looking benevolent. However, his eyes occasionally flashed cold lights, showing that he was not a benign person.

The Blue Thunder King was a Life and Death Realm King in the Central Divine Domain with unparalleled Thunder Power. Though not crowned as Emperor, he was still a top-tier Life and Death Realm King, capable of destroying the entire Ye Family with a single move.

"That Chu Ming should be a direct disciple of Qingxuan King."

The Ye Family's old patriarch murmured to himself.

Qingxuan King was a half-step Life and Death Realm ancestor of the Celestial Travel Sect. The twelve-family alliance stood on par with the Celestial Travel Sect and thus had its own half-step Life and Death Realm Kings, though none belonged to the Ye Family.

Therefore, the Ye Family's old patriarch feared Chu Ming somewhat, but this fear was less than that directed at Ye Mei.

"Ye Mei came here likely for the Sword Scripture, but that item has been on Sword Peak for a hundred years and cannot be removed. She is destined to come in vain."

Having guarded Sword Peak for years, no one understood it better than the Ye Family's old patriarch. He had tried personally to obtain the Sword Scripture when it was discovered, but to no avail.

Even the half-step Life and Death Realm Kings behind the twelve-family alliance made attempts and failed. They declared that the Sword Scripture was an ancient artifact, unattainable even by those powerful enough to crown themselves Emperor.

Since then, he had nearly forgotten about the Sword Scripture, only to remember it now due to Ye Mei's arrival.

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Swoosh! Puff!

Outside the City Lord's Mansion, at the Hundred Battle Arena.

Under the challenge of numerous swordsmen, Wu Ning's consecutive victories with the Blood-Dropping Sword reached seventy-two matches, approaching Hu Xueqi's record.

After another consecutive win, Hu Xueqi could no longer sit idly and leapt onto the arena.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding...

On the arena, their figures were blurred. Sparks from the clash of their longswords scattered like a rain of fire.

Wu Ning's prowess with the Blood-Dropping Sword was slightly superior to Hu Xueqi, but Hu Xueqi was fresh and rested while Wu Ning had fought seventy consecutive matches, depleting his spiritual power.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged over a hundred moves.

Swoosh!

Wu Ning's longsword flashed, transforming into a circular slashing sword light. A blood moon rose into the air, darkening the heavens and earth. The sound of splitting air echoed, forming a vacuum zone between them.

"Blood Moon Sky Kill!"

Swoosh!

The blood moon transformed into a beam directly enveloping Hu Xueqi.

Hu Xueqi's body shot backward, his white robes cold, his black hair flying, and he slashed out with his longsword. Sword aura formed at the tip, wrapping like a silver serpent.

"Snow River Flowing Shadow!"

Swoosh!

Hu Xueqi's sword light was incredibly fast, flashing in the air and arriving before him, splitting the air.

Puff puff puff...

One after another, sword lights exploded. In a flash, Hu Xueqi's expression changed, and he quickly retreated. However, a sword light faster than his body technique appeared before his chest.

"Puff..."

Ten meters away, Hu Xueqi touched his left chest, where there was a deep, bone-revealing sword wound, faintly exposing his beating heart.