Eternal God Emperor: Only I Am Emperor One

Chapter 120 Sword Dao Profound Qi
With a flick of his long sleeves, the ground of the temple cracked open, and a crimson coffin, about ten feet long, flew out from the crack.

"This crimson phoenix coffin was originally my burial place, and today I will carry it into battle."

"How much of your strength can you muster now? Leave the coffin-carrying battle to me; I can't let you die before me," Mei Huangsheng said with a loud laugh.

The Azure Feather Sword Saint did not comply with his wishes and said, "You are a spiritual cultivator, why are you carrying a coffin? The reason why the Undying Blood Clan did not directly attack the mountain is not only because they are wary of the sword in my hand, but also because of the power of the Myriad Swords Annihilation Formation. With your spiritual cultivation of level 54, although you are not a sword cultivator, you can still exert two or three tenths of the power of the formation, which is much better than you charging into battle."

Upon hearing this, Di Yi spoke up: "Seniors, I am a sword cultivator and also a spiritual cultivator. I also have some expertise in formations. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Upon hearing this, the Azure Feather Sword Saint looked at him, then suddenly seemed to realize something and fell into deep thought.

"What's wrong?" Mei Huangsheng asked, puzzled by her appearance.

After a moment of contemplation, a strange light gradually appeared in Qingyu Sword Saint's eyes.

"Di Yi, have you mastered the basics of the White Emperor Heavenly Pivot Sword Technique?"

"It's considered a beginner's level."

"You have already mastered the Five Elements Divine Demon Body?"

Di Yi hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "It's already completed."

"Why are you asking these questions, senior?"

The Azure Feather Sword Saint's gaze shifted back and forth between Di Yi and Mei Huangsheng, finally settling on the Heaven-Slaying Sword in his hand, a smile appearing on his lips: "Perhaps, we haven't reached the end of our rope yet."

……

Beneath the banner of the Eight Blood Gods, thick blood clouds stretched for thousands of miles, enveloping the entire Lingjuan Hill.

The market town at the foot of the mountain has become a living hell, where countless human martial artists have been killed and captured by the undead blood clan, leaving behind a scene of wailing and desiccated corpses.

The Xia King transformed into a human, clad in a golden robe. A vast surge of blood energy erupted from him, forming a massive vortex of blood clouds that enveloped the market. Countless human martial artists had their blood drained, losing their lives and falling to the ground.

He stood in mid-air, looking towards the direction of Lingjuan Hill, with a hint of apprehension in his eyes.

Qingyu Sword Saint has been famous for five hundred years and is the strongest person below the Saint King in Kunlun Realm. He is also supported by the Eighth Grade Great Formation, the Myriad Swords Annihilating Heaven Formation. Even a weaker Saint King might not be able to escape unscathed if he enters it.

"Who among you will go and test the waters at Lingju Hill?"

Besides Prince Xia, there were nearly ten other immortal blood clan saints present. Apart from the Taige King, they all came from the Huangtian tribe and were subordinates of the Huangtian Blood Emperor.

Xia Wangye is the younger brother of Huangtian Xuedi and the mastermind behind the acquisition of the Zhutian Sword. Only he was able to bring Huangtian Xuedi's weapon, the Eight Blood God Banners, to Lingjuan Hill.

One of the immortal vampire saints stepped forward.

"Your Highness, please let me go."

This immortal vampire saint was two zhang tall, and the blood wings on his back were three times the size of his body. Purple lightning surged on the wing membranes, and his holy aura was very strong.

"Very good, Purple Lightning Blood Saint, then you shall lead the charge. Rest assured, Azure Feather Sword Saint has most likely already been poisoned by the Underworld King's Blood Poison, otherwise he would have already made his move," Prince Xia said calmly.

“Even if she hadn’t been poisoned by the Underworld King’s Blood Poison, I might still be her match. Today, I will test the strength of the human race’s Sword Saint.” The Purple Lightning Blood Saint dared to step forward, showing his extreme confidence in his own strength. His cultivation had reached the True Saint level, making him the strongest among the Undying Blood Clan Saints present, apart from Prince Xia and the Taige King.

The semi-saint realm is divided into nine levels, while the saint realm is divided into eight realms: lower realm, middle realm, upper realm, Xuanhuang realm, Chedi realm, Tongtian realm, Zhen realm, and Zhi realm.

Those who can reach the level of True Saint are one in ten, and are undoubtedly the strongest in the Saint Realm.

……

The ground trembled. Xiang Zhengfeng looked up at Lingjuan Hill and saw a blood-red light flashing with purple lightning approaching.

The hundred Fish-Dragon Realm martial artists who went up the mountain were already in complete chaos, a complete mob.

Mei Xiluo flew over from afar and landed outside the Qingyu Temple, her expression grave: "Senior brother, how is the situation?"

"Sect Master Mei has been inside for two hours. I don't know if he has cured Master of the Netherworld Blood Poison. The only thing we can do now is to defend the Azure Feather Holy Temple and buy time for Master and Sect Master Mei." Xiang Zhengfeng gripped his holy sword tightly, his gaze sweeping over the group of Fish-Dragon Realm martial artists fleeing in all directions. He had led these Fish-Dragon Realm martial artists up the mountain, hoping to involve the powerful figures behind them in order to break the deadlock.

But judging from the sheer force of the undead vampires, those who were secretly observing must have been scared away.

"The Azure Feather Holy Temple is the core of the Myriad Swords Slaying Heaven Formation. Although Master has been poisoned by the Underworld King's Blood Poison, with the help of the formation, ordinary Saints are no match for him. Junior Sister, your cultivation is too weak. Go into the Holy Temple first, and leave this to me."

Xiang Zhengfeng released his holy energy, and together with the eight half-saint servants in the hall, he activated the array inscriptions in the Qingyu Holy Hall. Immediately, sword energies condensed in the world, each of which was enough to threaten a half-saint. When hundreds or thousands of sword energies gathered together, even a saint would have to temporarily avoid their sharp edge.

But the blood-red light flashing with purple lightning showed no fear. It transformed into a blood-red river, broke through the array light barrier surrounding Lingju Hill, and rushed towards the Qingyu Temple.

The fish-dragon realm martial cultivators who unfortunately encountered it along the way were crushed by the holy might, their flesh and blood spread out on the ground, merging into the sea of ​​spirit azaleas.

The slight residual power of the Holy Dao emanating from the Purple Thunder Blood Saint was already a catastrophe for them.

The holy might swept in, heading straight for the Azure Feather Holy Temple. Xiang Zhengfeng stopped trembling and raised the holy sword in his hand.

The sword is named Zhenyue, and it is a sacred artifact with a thousand patterns.

Using the Zhenyue Sword as its spearhead, hundreds of sword energies in the sky converged into a Zhutian Sword magnified countless times, slashing down towards the Blood River.

"The White Emperor inquired!"

As the eldest disciple of the Azure Feather Sword Saint, Xiang Zhengfeng had naturally cultivated the White Emperor Heavenly Pivot Sword Technique. Now, with the help of the array's power, he unleashed it, and it was no weaker than a Saint.

Facing this sword strike, Blood River did not dodge at all. A crimson light rose up, almost enveloping the entire Spirit Azalea Hill, turning it into a blood-red world. After the sword energy cut into the blood-red world, it was stained with the blood light and was quickly eroded, collapsing one by one. Not to mention blocking Blood River, even the blood light could not break through.

The Zhenyue Sword flew back and crashed into the entrance of the Qingyu Holy Temple. The spirit within the holy sword was severely injured, and Xiang Zhengfeng was also seriously injured, spitting out a mouthful of blood and turning pale.

He looked back into the temple, his heart filled with bitterness.

"Master, your disciple is incompetent and unable to buy you enough time."

The eight semi-saint servants poured out their full saintly energy, stimulating the spiritual veins beneath Lingjuan Hill, attempting to reassemble the sword energy of the Ten Thousand Swords Slaying Heaven Formation. However, without Xiang Zhengfeng, the master of the formation who had cultivated the White Emperor Heavenly Pivot Sword Technique, the formation's power was greatly reduced and was not enough to pose a threat to the Blood River.

Blood River transformed into the figure of Purple Thunder Blood Saint, stopping a hundred feet away from the Azure Feather Holy Temple. In his hand, he held a purple thunder bell, the [Purple Thunder Heavenly Bell], a thousand-pattern holy artifact, with more than three thousand inscriptions inside.

"It seems that Su Qingyu has really been poisoned by the Hades Blood Poison. He doesn't dare to fight against me, so he sent you ants to your deaths."

The blood wings on the back of the Purple Thunder Blood Saint spread out, reaching a length of seven or eight zhang, like a blood-red bat flashing with lightning, ready to devour all life under the night sky.

Xiang Zhengfeng, Mei Xiluo, and the eight semi-saint servants felt a sense of despair, desperately hoping that the figure of the Azure Feather Sword Saint could emerge from the hall and uphold the heavens and earth.

In a corner of Lingjuan Hill, Zhang Ao was protected by a middle-aged man surnamed Yan who was traveling with him.

"Triumph Saint, shall we lend a hand?"

Yan Kaixuan stared at the figure of the Purple Lightning Blood Saint and felt an extremely strong sense of threat from him. This was an immortal blood clan saint whose cultivation was no weaker than his own.

"A True Saint of the Undying Blood Clan shouldn't be enough to threaten Sword Saint Qingyu. Why hasn't she made a move yet? Could something have gone wrong?"

Yan Kaixuan felt somewhat heavy-hearted, suddenly realizing that today's trip had been too reckless. He had originally intended to use this opportunity to make Qingyu Sword Saint owe a favor to the old subordinates of the Holy Ming, and to turn the connections of the Zhutian Sword lineage to the Holy Ming's use. But now, he might have even gotten himself into trouble.

"No hurry, let's wait and see."

The Purple Thunder Blood Saint's holy thought recklessly swept into the Azure Feather Holy Temple, attempting to find the Azure Feather Sword Saint's true location. However, the array runes within the temple blocked his probe, preventing his holy thought from entering.

"Hahaha, the famous Azure Feather Sword Saint is nothing more than this. He doesn't even have the courage to show himself and fight me. It's clear that human sword saints are all just empty names. If you voluntarily offer up the Heaven-Slaying Sword and let me refine you into a blood slave, I can spare your life."

The Purple Thunder Saint possessed an aura that could swallow mountains and rivers. Every word he uttered was like a resounding bell, causing the surviving Fish-Dragon Realm martial cultivators on the mountain to cough up blood, and many of them fainted.

"Senior Sword Saint Qingyu, why haven't you made a move yet?"

"We beg the Sword Saint to slay the enemy!"

……

A series of mournful cries echoed through the mountains. Some young Fish-Dragon Realm martial artists tried to contact their sect's half-saint and saint elders, but without exception, there was no response.

Xiang Zhengfeng gripped the Zhenyue Sword again, glanced at the temple, and his fighting spirit was rekindled.

The Azure Feather Sword Saint was unable to fight due to the Underworld King's Blood Poison, but with the cultivation levels of Sect Master Mei and Sect Master Shu in the hall, they would not be afraid of the Undying Blood Clan Saint before them.

At this juncture, if Sect Leader Mei has not yet made a move, there are only two possibilities.

One possibility is that it was the crucial moment to detoxify the Azure Feather Sword Saint, leaving no time for distraction.

Another possibility is that he has secretly left Lingjuan Hill with the Zhutian Sword.

If it's the former, even if it means risking his life, Xiang Zhengfeng will buy enough time for the two of them.

If it is the latter... as long as the Heaven-Slaying Sword has not fallen into the hands of the Undying Blood Clan, then the lineage of the Heaven-Slaying Sword will not be considered extinct.

Xiang Zhengfeng recalled a name that the Azure Feather Sword Saint had mentioned to him not long ago.

His swordsmanship talent was comparable to that of the Sword Emperor from eight hundred years ago, and he was also taught the White Emperor Heavenly Pivot Sword Technique by his master.

"Di Yi, it's a pity we can't meet. The Zhutian Sword lineage will depend on you from now on."

Xiang Zhengfeng smiled nonchalantly, without the slightest jealousy or resentment. He was originally an insignificant member of a half-saint family in Tiantai Prefecture. If he had not met the Azure Feather Sword Saint, he would never have achieved what he has today.

I would die to protect my master, and I have no regrets!
Xiang Zhengfeng stood in front of the Purple Lightning Blood Saint, his body appearing tiny, like an ant beneath the enormous blood wings.

Just as he was about to fight to the death, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth above the Azure Feather Temple suddenly surged, and the array patterns of the entire temple were fully revived.

"Noisy!"

Along with the words came an extremely fast sword aura.

In an instant, it flew out of the temple gate and struck the Purple Lightning Blood Saint.

Before Zi Lei Xue Sheng could react, he was struck by the sword energy and slammed into the ground of Lingju Hill, carving a ravine a hundred feet wide and ten miles long on the hilltop, as if it were about to split the entire Lingju Hill in two from the top.

The ravine stretched for ten miles, and the holy blood was spilled over those ten miles.

The figure of the Purple Thunder Blood Saint flew out from the deep pit filled with sword energy, his body covered in blood. Gone was his previous glory and domineering presence. A hideous sword mark ran from his brow through his entire body, the wound so deep that bone was visible, almost splitting him in two with a single sword strike.

The Purple Thunder Bell shattered into two halves, like two bolts of lightning crashing down on the edge of Spirit Cuckoo Hill. If it weren't for this Thousand-Patterned Sacred Artifact blocking most of the attack, the damage would have been immense.

The previous sword strike had already killed the Purple Lightning Blood Saint.

"What terrifying swordsmanship! She actually cultivated the eighth sword technique of the wordless sword manual to perfection."

(End of this chapter)