Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!
Chapter 42: Battle_1

Chapter 42: Chapter 42: Battle_1

BOOM! BOOM!

Two imposing auras swept across the arena, each dominating one half of it. Wang Lingling and the others hastily scrambled off the stage, retreating a thousand feet to watch.

"Fight!" Wu Ming roared. Two war swords, one black and one white, appeared in his hands. Both were supreme-grade spirit artifacts. The white sword was dazzling, the black one profound, and both emanated powerful sword light as they suddenly slashed downwards.

Two brilliant and dazzling Sword Qis materialized out of thin air, one from the left and one from the right, striking towards Qin Wudao.

Dual-wielding swordsmen were a rare sight on the continent.

"Sword, come!"

Qin Wudao did not use the Xuanyuan Sword. With a wave of his right hand, a war sword from the weapon rack on the stage unsheathed itself. It was an ordinary mortal weapon, yet in his grasp, it felt like an unparalleled Divine Weapon.

The war sword began to tremble, releasing strands of Sword Qi that coalesced in the Void to form a veritable river of swords.

The river of swords seemed to flow from the heavens!

The twin black-and-white Sword Qis were instantly obliterated, unable to harm the river of swords in the slightest—like mayflies trying to shake a mighty tree!

Wu Ming’s figure flickered, reappearing ten thousand feet high in the sky. A black-and-white profound light surfaced on his body; one side radiated supreme holiness, while the other seethed with demonic flames, revealing a heart-shaking aura.

At this moment, he was half-god, half-demon!

"God and Demon Sword!" he howled to the heavens, once again condensing two Sword Qis. Before everyone’s astonished eyes, he began to merge the two Sword Qis. The violent forces generated in this process tore at the Void, causing spatial rifts to appear.

Peng Shizhuang gasped. My goodness, he isn’t actually trying to fuse two completely different Sword Qis, is he? I’ve never seen anyone merge two such distinct powers!

Zhang Han’s lip twitched. To devise such a technique, one had to be either a genius or a madman.

"We should get even further away!" Wang Lingling said, and the group retreated again, nearly exiting the East Palace gates.

Interesting! Qin Wudao thought, standing on the arena. He made his war sword tremble, and the river of swords in the Void immediately surged forward. Faint sounds of rushing water echoed between Heaven and Earth.

"Fuse!" With madness blazing in his eyes and veins bulging on his forehead, Wu Ming forced the two Sword Qis into one. His hands were already mangled and bloody from the rampaging Sword Qi.

A single Sword Qi, cycling between black and white, streaked across the Void. It seemed both divine and demonic, its terrifying aura spreading far and wide with overwhelming might.

The alternating flashes of white and black light seemed to affect the very world, causing it to flicker between brightness and darkness.

"Your Highness, I comprehended this sword technique through a stroke of fortune," Wu Ming cautioned, blood-red light flaring from his eyes. "Even when I was only in the Fasang Realm, I used this technique to slay Nirvana Realm Martial Artists. You must be careful!" He swung his sword again!

BANG!

Like comets colliding, the two terrifying attacks crashed into each other.

The river of swords, formed from Sword Qi, was severed by the black-and-white Sword Qi. It shattered into countless strands of Sword Qi that rained down upon the stage, gouging out numerous sword marks. Yet, the black-and-white Sword Qi, its power undiminished, continued its slash towards Qin Wudao.

What a domineering attack! Qin Wudao silently marveled. With this attack, Wu Ming could likely defeat most eighth-turn Nirvana Realm prodigies. But against me, that’s all it is. The transformation from reaching the ninth-turn Nirvana Realm had elevated his strength to a terrifying new level.

"Five Elements Sword Art, slash!"

Just as the black-and-white Sword Qi was about to descend, Qin Wudao suddenly looked up. Five Elements Sword Qi, filled with an aura of absolute destruction, coiled around him.

As he spoke, the Five Elements Sword Qi soared into the sky. A majestic beam of sword light, imbued with five types of power and carrying the might to annihilate all existence and shatter all laws, slashed towards the black-and-white Sword Qi.

The Five Elements Sword Art was an Earth-rank martial skill rewarded by the system. It could condense the energies of Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth, fusing them into a force that was all-encompassing, as vast as Heaven and Earth.

"This..." Wu Ming, controlling his Sword Qi, frowned as he sensed an even more terrifying energy. But he had no time for further thought; the two formidable Sword Qis had already collided.

BOOM!

The Void above the stage was completely engulfed by sword light, obscuring the sun and sky.

Qin Wudao glanced at the sky, a faint smile touching his lips. His war sword flew through the air and returned to its sheath, its sharpness entirely retracted. He quietly waited for the aftershocks to subside.

A few minutes later, the Sword Qi finally, gradually, dissipated.

PFFT...

Wu Ming, who had been suspended in the air, seemed to have been drained of all strength. He plummeted from the sky, vomiting a mouthful of blood, his face deathly pale.

"You have lost!" Qin Wudao stated, stepping forward. He took out a Healing Pill and handed it to Wu Ming, his expression indifferent, without a trace of joy.

Wu Ming didn’t reply. He merely accepted the pill weakly and nodded, his expression crestfallen. Clearly, this battle had dealt him a heavy blow.

He had considered the possibility of defeat, but he had never imagined he would lose so quickly, so utterly.

His famed signature move had been completely ineffective against Qin Wudao.

BOOM!

A streak of golden light descended from the sky, landing on Qin Wudao.

On the Hidden Dragon List, Wu Ming’s name gradually faded until it vanished completely.

Hm? Why has my cultivation speed increased? Qin Wudao wondered as he circulated his Cultivation Technique to restore his depleted Spiritual Energy. He discovered that his absorption speed was significantly faster than before.

A moment’s thought and he understood: it was because he had plundered Wu Ming’s Fortune. He couldn’t help but marvel at the power of Fortune. No wonder the top thousand prodigies on the Hidden Dragon List have a chance to achieve immortality!

With this discovery, the prodigies of the continent will probably go mad! Qin Wudao thought. It wasn’t just others; even he himself burned with desire to obtain more Fortune. His gaze shifted to Wang Lingling and the others. "Now, it’s your turn!"

The group exchanged glances, then said with bitter smiles, "Your Highness, we admit defeat!"

At their words, five more streaks of golden light descended from the sky, merging into Qin Wudao. The names of Wang Lingling and the other four also disappeared from the Hidden Dragon List.

Having achieved his goal, Qin Wudao’s expression softened. He smiled invitingly and said, "My apologies for any earlier offense. It’s getting late. Why don’t you all stay in the East Palace? We can sit together and discuss the Martial Dao."

"Thank you, Your Highness!" The six did not refuse. They, too, wished to build a good relationship with Qin Wudao, which would greatly benefit their future development.

That night, under a cool breeze and a sky of sparse stars, the seven young prodigies gathered in the brightly lit East Palace. They drank wine and spoke joyfully, discussing the Martial Dao and the state of the world, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

「Saint Heir’s Mansion!」

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in Sacred Fire City, within a magnificent palace, a very different scene was unfolding.

In a gloomy dungeon, a group of black-robed men stood guard, their expressions cold. Before them, in a cell, eight youths were imprisoned. Their limbs were bound by chains, rendering them immobile, and their faces were etched with fear and terror.

These eight were prodigies from the Skyfire Domain’s Hidden Dragon List.

Just today, they had been forcibly brought to the Saint Heir’s Mansion by a group of black-robed individuals.

At that moment, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the dungeon. Duan Yonghui, the Saint Heir, approached slowly, a cold smirk playing on his lips.

"Saint Heir, why have you captured us?" one of the youths demanded angrily.

"Isn’t it obvious? To seize the Fortune you carry. And, incidentally, to let your vital essence and blood nourish this Saint Heir’s Demonic Fire!" Duan Yonghui sneered, walking up to the cell. A black flame appeared in his right hand, pulsating like an elfin spirit in the darkness, exuding an evil aura.

"You... you’re going to kill us?" the eight prodigies stammered, their bodies trembling in disbelief. They began to struggle fiercely, but no matter how hard they thrashed, they could not break free from their chains.

"Go..." Duan Yonghui gave a grisly smile. The black flame in his hand shot forth, transforming into a black fire dragon that coiled in the air above the cell, looking down imperiously upon the eight young prodigies.

"No, don’t kill me! I surrender..."

"Duan Yonghui, you despicable coward! Using powerful experts to imprison us! If you have any guts, let me out..."

"Ah, I refuse to accept this!"

"Duan Yonghui, I curse you to die a horrible death..."

...

The eight young prodigies screamed in despair. Their voices echoed in the empty dungeon, sounding so small, so helpless.

"Die!" A flash of murderous intent flickered in Duan Yonghui’s eyes. The black fire dragon dived, devouring the eight young prodigies, leaving not even bones behind.

In the next instant, eight golden beams of light shot down from the Hidden Dragon List and landed on Duan Yonghui.

"KEKEKE..." Duan Yonghui circulated his Cultivation Technique and let out a long howl to the sky. "My cultivation speed has increased again. My next target... is Qin Wudao..."

His hoarse voice, like the whisper of the Grim Reaper, was enough to make one’s blood run cold.