klisemfg Chapter 2007
Chapter 2007
In the void, inside the pavilion of a huge magical warship, Yun Xiao'er's beautiful face still retained the shock brought by Chen Xuan's earth-shattering sword strike on the sword-fighting platform atop the mountains.
"Everyone says that the holy sons and daughters of the Ten Holy Lands are one in a million geniuses of this era, yet these so-called 'one in a million' were swept away by another young man with a single sword strike..." She sighed softly, turning to look at the unconscious Lu Xueqi beside her—the latter still had wet tear stains on her eyes, and a hint of envy rose in Yun Xiao'er's eyes.
"It's a pity you didn't get to see that earth-shattering sword strike with your own eyes."
She gazed at the isolated space-time in the distance, wondering what important matters the eight Celestial Kings were discussing within. Then, she couldn't help but turn her gaze to the white-haired figure on the arena, murmuring softly:
"If this discussion fails, Chen Xuan, are you really going to eliminate those eight holy sons in front of the lords of the various holy lands? If you do that, I'm afraid you yourself won't be able to escape unscathed..."
As soon as the words were spoken, the distant void rippled, and the figures of the eight Celestial Kings appeared simultaneously. Yun Xiao'er's heart tightened: "The Holy Lords have come out! I wonder what the outcome was?"
Just then, Lu Xueqi slowly woke up.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she struggled to get up and rush out of the attic to find Chen Xuan.
Yun Xiao'er quickly pressed her down: "Senior sister, don't be impulsive! Let's see how things develop, don't panic."
At this moment, Lu Xueqi could hardly contain herself. Before she could break free, Yun Xiao'er quickly and briefly recounted what had happened while she was unconscious.
Hearing that Chen Xuan had not only survived but also captured seven holy sons and one holy daughter, Lu Xueqi's tense nerves relaxed slightly, but her worried eyes remained fixed on the distant void arena.
"Even if I die, I will die with him." Her voice was weak, but it carried an unwavering determination.
Upon hearing this, Yun Xiao'er smiled wryly and pulled Lu Xueqi aside to continue comforting her:
"Just wait patiently. Now that the Immortal Kings have finished their discussions, there will surely be a result. Even if things get to the worst, Xiao Xuanche is now dead, and no one in the sect can replace him in the short term. They won't dare to do anything to you easily."
Upon hearing the name "Xiao Xuanche," a cold glint flashed in Lu Xueqi's eyes. She said nothing more, only staring intently in the direction of Chen Xuan, her gaze filled with concern.
The moment the eight Immortal Kings appeared, they attracted the attention of all the disciples and elders of the Holy Land. On the void arena at the top of the mountains, Chen Xuan, Qiu Zixian, and the captured Xuan Yi, Tian Yi, Han Jiuling and others were even more on edge.
They knew better than anyone that if Lu Xueqi did not regain her freedom today, Chen Xuan would truly dare to slaughter them.
Chen Xuan immediately looked at Jue Wuqing, about to ask a question, but was interrupted by a look from Jue Wuqing.
He was immediately overjoyed—there must be a turning point for Jue Wuqing to remain so calm.
Jue Wuqing took the lead, flying to the center of the void. His huge black robe fluttered in the wind, and he exuded the majesty of a Celestial King, making the entire void quiet down.
"Currently, border wars are frequent, and the strange race has repeatedly tested the waters, resulting in hundreds of battles of varying scales. According to the order of the ten realms' debates, three thousand years from now, it will be the turn of the ten holy lands and countless disciples of the Star Sects within my Flame Dragon Realm to go to the Imperial Pass to participate in the war!"
His face was utterly ruthless and his voice, amplified by the Immortal King's power, clearly reached every corner of the void and penetrated the ears of every cultivator.
"What? The strange race is provoking our cultivator civilization on the border of the Imperial Pass again?"
"Three thousand years from now, will it be the turn of the ten holy lands and endless star sects of my Flame Dragon Realm to send disciples below the True Immortal level to fight?"
"No, I must break through to the Celestial Immortal realm within three thousand years! I don't want to go to the frontier to fight the strange race!"